"Pfft-" Utahime Iori actually burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Satoru Gojo, I told you karma would catch up with you!"
Honestly, the fact that Satoru Gojo still hadn't been beaten to death had absolutely nothing to do with anyone else's mercy. It was purely because he was the strongest.
"Should we expect anything less from An Xinyi?" Shoko Ieiri completely ignored her friend's indignant protests. "He's practically perfected the art of talking people around."
"I feel like he could even handle a romantic showdown without breaking a sweat."
At Shoko Ieiri's words, certain people's expressions grew a little unnatural.
A romantic showdown?
No, that wouldn't happen.
Nothing on their faces betrayed their dangerous thoughts.
After all, if they got rid of everyone else and were the only one left, there wouldn't be any romantic showdown, would there?
The others focused on something else. Doppo Kunikida spoke frankly. "I feel like even if we handled something like this, we couldn't do as well as Mr. An Xinyi."
After all, the Armed Detective Agency never handled these petty disputes. Though they had proven their abilities, they were indeed too far removed from ordinary people and everyday affairs.
Kenji Miyazawa sighed sincerely. "City people sure are a pain." Back in the countryside, an unruly cow just needed a beating. But if they beat those middle-aged women, the women would definitely fake injuries and demand compensation.
Kaneki Town wasn't large. With the postwar economic slump, its population was only five or six thousand at most. But fewer people didn't mean fewer problems. The depressed economy only made everyone more inclined to haggle over every last penny. There were no major cases in this little town, but its endless petty squabbles kept An Xinyi and Satoru Gojo busy until seven or eight in the evening before