'Boom!'
Old Wood, as if startled by something, slammed the door shut!
My secret?
Old Wood swallowed hard, his back pressed tightly against the door.
His tense state vastly differed from his straightforward and guileless daytime demeanor—it was like they were two entirely different people.
How could anyone possibly discover my secret?!
"Get out of here! I don't have any secrets!"
Outside, A-Zhi touched his nose.
"Hehehe~ someone's panicking, but I won't say who~"
The man with gold-rimmed glasses chuckled and then turned to return to his own room.
This new Manager must have some tricks up his sleeve to have survived an encounter with the three upstairs.
He needed to prepare in advance to ensure his safety.
Yeah, the best time to strike would be in the early hours of the morning, when their guard was lowest.
...
Elsewhere, Tongue-Cut lay bloated and uncomfortable, unable to vomit or defecate.
He had no choice but to bear with his distended belly.
