"Easy, good sir! Keep your hand steady!"
In all his years as head of the Kanjou Commission, Hiiragi Shinsuke had never encountered a criminal bold enough to hold a blade to his neck.
This situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.
For a moment, he did not know how to apply his years of experience dealing with people. Fortunately, as head of the Kanjou Commission, he had weathered many storms and could barely maintain his composure even with a blade at his throat.
"My friend, what do you want? Mora or anything else, I can give you whatever is within my power."
Hiiragi Shinsuke found that this fellow was covered too thoroughly and even wore a mask. He could glean no useful information at all, so he could only first see what this criminal wanted.
"Cut the crap. Where is the Fatui's Delusion factory?"
Li Qiuzhi asked in a low voice.
Hearing the thug's question, Hiiragi Shinsuke's pupils abruptly contracted. He knows. He actually knows! Who on earth is he?
"My friend, what Fatui? I've never had any contact with them. I don't..."
Hiiragi Shinsuke continued speaking calmly, his expression unchanged, but just then he suddenly felt a sting on his neck. The night breeze blowing through the window intensified it slightly.
He also felt some liquid slide along the kitchen knife's edge and over the skin of his neck.
"Every month, we transport Crystal Marrow to the vicinity of Yashiori Island, where Fatui soldiers receive it. They're very cautious about the exact location. Even I don't know."
Hiiragi Shinsuke did not even dare swallow.
He feared that doing so would cause his artery to be pierced.
Whatever this thug wanted to do, he only wanted him to leave quickly, so he divulged everything he knew as fast as he could.