Shibuya Center Street was bustling with people, but it couldn't offer Dubian Che any sense of safety.
Could any of these people be Jiutiao Meijie's subordinates sent to watch him? Were they carrying suxamethonium with them?
When he first received the notice of activity, his eyes were blinded by the hefty rewards. Only when he really started to act did he realize that "huge life risk" was no joke.
What should he answer—tell the truth or lie?
"It's rare to have a day off, so I came out to buy some clothes while the weather is nice." There was no reason to hesitate; telling the truth was a dead end, only lying could help him survive!
"Oh—is that so?" Jiutiao Meijie said meaningfully.
Dubian Che felt a mild panic inside but had no choice but to continue, "Of course. But Shibuya is really crowded. It's worthy of being the most populated intersection in the world."
"Just wait here for me."
"Um?"
"With the few digits in your card, the clothes you buy would only embarrass me."
