"Eight seconds left."

"Fujiwara Daisou! I'm warning you, this is a mud meeting! If you have the guts, let's fight to the death!"

"Five seconds."

"Even if you kill me, you won't be able to walk out alive!"

“3 seconds.”

The brothers were breathing rapidly, their index fingers hooked on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

bite!

Makoto Sakaki suddenly pulled out the ring of the grenade and clicked the safety button. This action was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

"One second."

"Takeda isn't here!"

Finally unable to withstand the pressure, Busujima Kiriko screamed:

"I've already arranged for him to leave Tokyo! He left an hour ago, you guys definitely can't catch up!"

"direction."

"Arakawa-ku....Metropolitan Expressway....Brown Toyota SUV..."

After getting the information, Vermouth stood up and walked towards the door. Wherever she passed, the younger brothers of the Mud Society avoided her and did not dare to stop her.

Before leaving, Vermouth's light voice came:

"Remember to send the account book."

After Sakaki Makoto and the others left, Busujima Kiriko pushed all the items on the table down. She was extremely irritable, and her murderous eyes seemed like a devil would jump out at any time. The younger brothers were trembling with fear. They had never seen the big sister show such an expression before.

She lost, completely defeated, and from now on she would never be able to raise her head in front of Fujiwara Daisuke.

The younger brothers stood there for a while, silently put away their guns, and walked out of the office. They were extremely disappointed with the new president.

Feelings are mostly relative. How can a boss who has no awareness of sacrificing himself to protect his younger brothers win people's hearts?

Without a spiritual leader, even the largest organization is just a mob.