Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
"Please don't seek your own death," Morofushi Hiromitsu said sincerely.
"I won't necessarily lose," Kurokawa Saki complained.
No, but both of you will definitely suffer. Thankfully, they didn't use guns when fighting or they'll have to contract the hospital for a long time.
Morofushi Hiromitsu felt tired just imagining this matter.
How did his 'sister' end up becoming someone who likes fighting so much?
And her target of fighting is also his childhood friend.
Morofushi Hiromitsu is tired.
"Let's go back and have some exercise."
"You can't beat me, Brother Hiro~."
"It's better than seeing you seek death by challenging Bourbon again."
"But…"
"And everyone will be happy to help you train again."
"Ahhh…."
Kurokawa Saki felt she's going to die now when she saw the gentle smile of her nominal brother.
She just refused to cooperate with his childhood... it shouldn't be that bad, right?
Kurokawa Saki felt that offending Morofushi Hiromitsu was simply the worst.
…
In this performance, Kurokawa Saki definitely couldn't participate because she's still busy in Osaka
Thankfully, the others didn't really expect her to help. The information about the presence of Vermouth and Pisco was more than enough.
Besides…
[Megumi Aiko [4]: I just remembered something. This event couldn't be the one where Ai got bigger after being caught, right?
High School Student [2]: Huh? It's possible. I don't remember the story anymore.
Drug Dealer [3]: Hurry and finish the performance. I can't wait for the next one to change my ID!
Kami Shita [6]: Hey, just be patient. It's only a few months and you look like you're about to explode.
Undercover Agent from Metropolitan Public Security [7]: Tokyo, I'm back~
Doctor [9]: There, there, you're good.
Artist [11]: Anyway, I'll broadcast the event. We have a lot of fun ideas to try tomorrow night~
Member of the Organization [10]: Haa… I'm going to die.]
It was not known whether their prayers were heard, but they managed to enter the memorial hall without any problem.
No. 11, Hirata Seiji, was invited and he came to the party solemnly.
"I'm really not used to maintaining a stern face… Can I just pretend to be a cat?" Hirata Seiji asked his agent with a pitiful look.
"No." The agent was smiling darkly. He didn't know how many times he felt like his blood pressure rose because of this artist.
"Eh~, stingy." Hirata Seiji pouted and stretched his hand boredly.
