Chapter 838

Arasaka Yorinobu’s footsteps sounded unnaturally loud in the dead-silent conference room, each one stamping down on Hanako’s taut nerves.

She instinctively backed away, her heels scraping a panicked rhythm across the floor, until her body reached the edge of the hall and there was nowhere left to retreat.

Oda stood in front of her, his right hand already resting on the holster at his waist, but the cold sweat beading at his temple gave away the bluff.