It should be said that only the last sentence is true.
Tadaaki Mura seemed completely unconcerned about whether Yoruichi Toyama believed him, roaring as he forcefully wrested the steel pipe back.
But Yoruichi Toyama turned her wrist and, in the blink of an eye, she had the steel pipe in her hand.
He then turned around, past the still-stunned President Schindler, and stepped on the ominous dagger.
"Alright," Yoruichi Toyama breathed a sigh of relief, having regained control of the situation, and casually closed the door again. "Now, can you two calm down?"
"We can talk about this later. I'm calling the police now."
...
Mingzhi, who hadn't slept for a day and a night, rushed over after receiving the call with a dark expression on his face, as if he had used all his strength to hold back from cursing.
Amuro Tooru, who was following behind, looked very much like Hattori Heiji.
"This is Mr. Amuro, a private investigator."
For the sake of rationality, it is wise to simply introduce the two suspects in front of you who have attempted murder.
"We happened to be together when Yuanshan called, so we asked him to come and help us."
“…After all, the press conference went very smoothly,” Amuro Tooru continued, a sharp glint in his green eyes. “You two probably don’t want your years of hard work to be ruined by a scandal, do you?”
This hit a nerve with both of them.
President Schindler sighed, dragged his feet to a chair to the side, and slumped down.
Even the lips of Tadaaki Murakami, which had been tightly closed, trembled slightly.
"Let me go first."
Yoruichi Toyama shrugged and recounted how she discovered President Schindler approaching with a knife, only to be nearly killed by Tadahiro Mura in the blink of an eye.
Mingzhi couldn't help but give him a meaningful look.
"That's really... lucky!"
"Without you, Yuanshan, this time the situation on Ganbi Island would probably have been completely chaotic."
Having both experienced the previous gas bomb search, President Schindler and Tadahiro Takamura blinked simultaneously and looked at Yoruichi Toyama.
Sensing a hint of sarcasm in Akechi's tone, Yoruichi Toyama snorted but didn't reply.
Mingzhi did not delve into the matter further, but instead turned his attention to President Schindler.
The usually arrogant CEO Schindler was now subdued, his eyes darting around without daring to look up.
Tadaaki Murakami then let out a contemptuous sneer.
"Ask him! Officer, ask him if he dares to tell us why he tried to kill me with a knife?"
"That hypocritical, cowardly, and vicious bastard! Does he dare to say what he's done and why he did it?!"
The louder he berated, the more silent President Schindler became, as if he had given up on confessing.
Amuro Tooru couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Then, Mr. Murakami, why would you hide a deadly iron pipe in the control room?"
"It's like you know someone is coming, and you've been preparing for it all along..."
“Yes!” Tadaaki interrupted his questioning without regard for his own feelings, pointing to the top of Schindler’s bowed head. “I knew he was coming to kill me. This iron pipe was prepared for him!”
"Because I want to kill him too! I have to kill him!"
"I must avenge my dead son!"
"My son, Hiroki, was driven to his death because he learned of his unspeakable secret!"
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