Clos hugged her boss, looking up into those charming eyes, and fainted.
Ming hoisted her onto his shoulder, looking at Motojiro Miyamoto who was squatting in a pool of blood. He gestured with his hand, "Are you smart?"
"Uh huh uh huh~~~"
"Can you cooperate with my work?"
"..."
Motojiro Miyamoto furrowed his brows, thinking. What does cooperating with work mean? Although he didn't understand, it didn't stop him from nodding frantically.
Then Ming carried Clos, dragging the one-legged Motojiro Miyamoto, and opened a portal to leave.
...
Hotta Ichishu was pacing back and forth in the lobby of the Dainichi Empire's trade line in the Trade City. He was waiting for King to convey the latest command, and anxiously waiting for the scout report. The reason he stayed in the Trade City was to monitor the movements of the people in No. 109.
Ding Dong Ding~~
