Beichuan Si ignored the constant knocking and shouting of Tsuchiya Motomu from behind him and left the meeting room with Gangye Yoshiko.
"Kid, when you get sarcastic, you really are..." Gangye Yoshiko said with amusement as she lit a lady's cigarette.
She had been a cop for two or three years now and had seen all sorts of criminals, including the likes of Tsuchiya Motomu who screamed pitifully and banged his head against the glass not too far in the past.
But in the end, he was just impotently furious.
She took another drag of her cigarette and suggested,
"How about we go out for a meal and then pretty much head back?"
At these words, Beichuan Si's footsteps paused as he looked over coldly, "Drink?"
Cough, cough, cough—
Gangye Yoshiko's face suddenly turned red, "Beichuan! I've told you, last time was just an accident! Don't keep harping on it!"
"I was just asking if you wanted to drink, I didn't mean to imply anything about last time," Beichuan Si said honestly.
