Fushimi Roku burst in: "We meet again! Good evening, everyone! Huh, why is everyone still alive?"
The voice of the Police Chief stopped abruptly, and everyone leaned against the corner of the wall, shrinking and not daring to move.
This guy wasn't bluffing; he really dared to throw a hand grenade!
"What exactly do you want?!" Kujo Yua said through gritted teeth, her hair disheveled.
"Didn't I say? I want to have a chat with you," Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, pacing to the center of the meeting room, "It's a pity someone tried to be clever and didn't cooperate well... yes, I'm talking about you."
He yanked up the Police Chief, pulled him close and questioned him: "Do you think you're smart? Do you know what happens when you provoke a sunny, cheerful guy?!"
The Police Chief felt a tingling on his scalp because as Fushimi Roku spoke, he shoved a grenade into his hand.
The grenade pin was attached to a thin wire, the other end tied to Fushimi Roku's thumb.
