"Go ahead, tell me what it is. I'm a little, little, little bit drunk now. Whatever you say, I'll believe you—even if it's like the report says, someone wears black silk and wants to go home, someone sees black silk and wants to go home, I'll believe you~"
Sister Lust's voice was magnetic.
But when these words reached the ears of the woman kneeling, they were like death tolls.
"Lord Lust, it's true, everything I said is true. You can look at the surveillance attached to my report, what I said is..."
Thud.
A short knife pierced directly into the woman's chest.
Ah, ah, ah...
The woman held her chest, desperately trying to breathe.
"Of course, I know what you're saying is true. But as the general manager, why haven't you thought of a solution by now?
Do you want to push the problem onto the leadership? How can you have no consciousness as a subordinate?
