Mob No. 72: “Even with the safety on, you shouldn’t draw a gun in the middle of town like this.”
 

 
My school days.
 
Alodich Ireburgas, a man hated like a snake or scorpion by some students at the school I attended, stood before me.
 
He wore what seemed to be expensive suits, shoes, and watches as if to show them off.
 
Being handsome and rich, flighty girls flocked to him, and he had hangers-on hoping for money and favors.
 
Even now, he was accompanied by several women and some followers, though not his old school crowd.
 
I said he … Read the rest

Mob #71: “Oh? What’s this? There’s a creepy fatty here! I thought I taught you your place last time.”
 

 
The interrogation regarding the Pink Head incident was over, and both my father and mother were unharmed. They were allowed to go home.
 
Since it had been a while since we last met, I thought,
 
“What do you guys want to do? If you want to go shopping or somewhere, I can help carry your bags.”
 
At the same time, I offered to pay for them,
 
“No, thank you. It’s a rare outing with your father. We want to take … Read the rest

Mob No. 70: “Come back if you get sick of it. But until then, do your job well.”
 

 
Thinking about it, I could have just called the police myself. Why did I expect the store clerk to do it?
 
Maybe I panicked because my parents were there.
 
Anyway, I need to get Ako-Chandela Pink-Head’s attention.
 
“If I’m your target, why don’t we move somewhere else? We’re causing trouble for the store.”
 
“Everyone here is just lowly commoners, right? I don’t care what happens to them. I might even kill a few. If you don’t like that, let yourself be … Read the rest

Mob No. 69: “Anyway, come home at least once. Don’t worry! I’ve silenced those old hags in the neighborhood!”
 

 
As soon as the conversation ended, the reward payment procedure was completed, so I decided to head straight to the bank.
 
The reason was that the money from selling the fighter jet that attacked me when I let the [Hands Brothers] escape last time was still in my wrist-mounted terminal Wrist-Com, and I hadn’t sent money to my parents yet.
 
In other words, I currently had 12 million credits on hand, separate from my living expenses.
 
Now that I was … Read the rest

Mob No. 68: “I saw the young lady asking this guy to lend her a boat. And beauty and charm don’t always exist at the same time, do they?”
 

 
after confirming that she couldn’t move quickly, I contacted Detective Reumann’s number, which I had been given earlier.
 
It might seem cruel from an outsider’s perspective, but she was the one who pointed the gun at me first and even tried to shoot, so I hope you’ll forgive me.
 
[Hello, this is Reumann speaking]
 
Detective Reumann answered immediately, so I reported the situation while pointing my … Read the rest

Mob No. 67: “I’m sorry. I’m a mercenary too, you know, so I can handle these basic situations.”
 

 
Detective Reumann had said everyone was innocent, but that probably just meant they hadn’t committed the murder. He was likely still suspicious of potential accomplices.
 
If anyone tried to move their ship, they’d surely be arrested immediately.
 
The security job was naturally suspended.
 
I was worried about the payment, but compared to being accused of murder, it was a trivial concern.
 
Whether it was forensics or a great detective’s deduction, I hoped they’d catch the culprit … Read the rest