"They're watching very closely, I don't have time." Ushijima answered softly, "I just came back from Ueno. He was indeed injured, but not seriously. I can't figure out how he managed to boast about fighting ninety people alone; maybe he was on drugs?"
"On drugs? Any clues you can find from that?"
"I have no idea," Ushijima said. "I've only been here for less than two days. It's already tough to blend into their circle, can't just ask about everything, right?"
"You idiot, is this how you talk to your predecessor?" Another voice scolded angrily, but soon, the original caller's tone softened, "Don't blame Ushijima-kun. There's pressure in these matters... Ushijima, don't rush. Getting any dirt on the Huaizhi Gang is a major success. You need to quickly get close to that guy Huai. You're good with words, right?"
"Yes, I understand. I won't let down the Iron King Party's reputation!" Ushijima solemnly vowed, nodding and bowing. After hanging up, his smile slowly faded.
