Although that was what he said, the young man felt that since the other party had secretly observed them for so long without being discovered, their strength could not be underestimated.
"Now that our affairs have been exposed, many things will definitely happen soon. One wrong move, and we could be completely exposed. Ichimokuren... work a little harder lately. First, confirm whether the client truly harbors resentment. If necessary... shut down Hell Correspondence for the time being."
"Mm. There may indeed be many bored people trying it out for fun lately."
Japan had never lacked people with a death wish. Things like spirit writing and mirror spirits already drew plenty of girls to abandoned buildings in the dead of night.
If this manga became popular, one could imagine how many people would become curious enough to try it.
"How about... I go destroy all those magazines?" Ichimokuren thought for a moment before suggesting it.
"..."
But as soon as Ichimokuren said that, Enma Ai turned and gave him a look. Her crimson eyes made even him a little afraid.
"I was joking."
Ichimokuren smiled awkwardly.
"Don't act rashly for now. That would only backfire and expose us even more! We still need to find the author first and see exactly who they are."
"..."
Ichimokuren said nothing more. Although he was called Ichimokuren, he was not the Japanese wind god, much less the deity who had saved his followers... driving back the flood at the cost of one eye.
Moreover, this Ichimokuren did not have one eye, but three. One was merely hidden beneath his bangs, allowing him to observe every move the clients made from concealed places at all times. He could see anywhere.
This Ichimokuren was actually a Tsukumogami whose original form was a sword. He was Enma