"It’s an honor to et you, Mr. Jason..."
The middle-aged man with glasses stopped midsentence, stunned.
Isn’t it?
Onodera looked at Jason, his formulaic smile sowhat stiff.
Communicating with the Jason before him was proving to be more troubleso than he had anticipated!
This person before him, was indeed Jason.
This was sothing Onodera was certain of.
After all, he had viewed Jason’s photograph no less than ten tis.
And he knew Jason’s information back to front.
Even so overseas docunts, he had looked over as well.
Therefore, he was completely certain that this was Jason.
As for why Jason denied it?
Onodera had his speculations.
To infuriate him!
To make him slip up!
The damned fools in the action team!
A perfectly manageable situation, they had to ss it up!
Onodera cursed silently in his heart.
Not just at the brainless action team, but also at the prepared script he had rehearsed for a whole day.
That’s right!
He ca to et Jason with a scripted plan in mind.
But the other party’s re ’not it’ rendered all his preparation useless.
Even if he forced himself to speak his part.
It would only add to the ridicule.
However, as an excellent mber of Section Zero, the middle-aged man with glasses just pushed his glasses up and instantly returned to normal.
"Is that so?"
"I have t Master Tongshou Temple."
Saying so, Onodera bowed in greeting.
Jason slightly furrowed his brows, imperceptibly, at the middle-aged man bowing before him.
He saw not a trace of anger on the other’s face, not to ntion, virtually no emotional fluctuations.
This was inconsistent with the information he had received.
Whether it was Ryosuke who encountered the ’murderous’ colleague last night or Urashima who t soone resembling ’Hannya’ today, it was clear that the mbers of the ’Blossom Cherry’ group acted recklessly, with utter disregard for others.
Such people would naturally not have the best temper.
Therefore, Jason wanted to provoke the other party to gain more information.
But the middle-aged man before him...
From a different division of the sa organization?
Or soone specialized in damage control?
Jason speculated.
The other party had to be a ’Blossom Cherry’ group mber.
This, Jason was certain without a doubt.
The timing of the other party’s appearance was too coincidental.
So coincidental, it seed as though they already knew everything and then ca to handle the aftermath.
Of course, what was more important was that Jason sensed a familiar yet non-food-like sll on the other party.
How to describe it?
Like ’vegetarian at.’
Despite the word ’at’ in its na.
When eaten, it’s more like tofu or bean curd skin.
However, if it’s made well, it can be very delicious.
But most people eat those packed in plastic bags.
Even calling it spicy strips would be of substandard quality.
After all, the real spicy strips are indeed delicious.
Like Weilong, for example.
Without a doubt, the current situation was the lowest grade of ’vegetarian at,’ once the packaging was opened, even with loads of low-quality spices trying to mask it, the scent of plastic would erge.
Thus, it could no longer be considered food.
And beca difficult to swallow.
Jason tried his best to disregard this unpleasant sll.
He had always taken pride in his keen sense of sll.
But sotis, having too sensitive a nose could be a hassle.
Therefore, Jason could only use his gaze to survey, trying to shift his focus elsewhere.
The middle-aged man before him had a parted hairstyle, his hair not extending past his ears, glasses with golden wirefra, an unremarkable face not worth ntioning, just like the cheap standard suit on him and the leather shoes on his feet.
Thrown into a crowd, he would be an ordinary middle-aged man.
Completely indistinguishable.
Even now, as the other stood in front of a group of n in black suits, he seed out of place.
As if he shouldn’t be here.
Under Jason’s scrutiny, the middle-aged man with glasses revealed a smile characteristic of middle age.
It’s like the kind of smile one makes upon waking up to face mortgage paynts, car loans, children’s tuition and miscellaneous fees, elder care expenses; even if one doesn’t want to work, they must toil away at a job that brings them no joy and constantly worry about losing that job.
This type of smile is kind, modest, and carries a trace of apprehension.
As he bowed, the modesty and apprehension seed to intensify.
Then, the middle-aged man with glasses took out a business card from his chest pocket and handed it to Jason with both hands.
"This is my business card, please take it."
"If you have any questions, feel free to call ," the middle-aged man assured.
Jason did not take the business card, but he glanced over the information on it.
Onodera?
Jason committed the na to mory.
Jason did not take the business card, but Onodera showed no irritation. As if it were common practice, he put away the card with the sa smile as before and continued speaking.
"I think there’s been so misunderstanding between us."
"Rest assured, I will handle the current situation."
"I will absolutely not cause you any trouble."
"Of course, Ryosuke and Urashima will face no trouble either."
"I’ve just approved a six-week paid leave for them, enough for them to readjust."
"I don’t need any leave!"
Ryosuke, erging from the temple, said with a harsh voice.
"Inspector Ryosuke, this is not sothing I can decide."
"It’s a leave given to you by those bigwigs."
"Just like your transfer and promotion."
Onodera revealed a smile of helplessness, his words rife with implications.
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