Upon hearing this, the godfather slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at Malt Wine with interest.
"It sounds pretty good, very professional... I mean, you have a bit of that corporate executive fluff about you.
— Are you trying to bribe Strangulation, Malt Wine?"
He pinpointed the underlying nature of Malt Wine's behavior.
What price would be paid, to overlook which actions—this was precisely probing Strangulation's limits, to facilitate future bribery attempts.
"This is not bribery."
The woman with the maroon long ponytail pushed up her glasses, her lake-green eyes craftily shifting: "This is a 'consultation on cooperative intentions' initiated by me."
"Yes," the godfather said sarcastically, "You pay the price, he carries out the task. Perhaps you could also call it employment?"
"How could it be, Strangulation and I have always had an equal relationship."
