It's hilarious; based on the current intelligence, given the high-ups' behavior, their ability to withstand risk is practically zero.
At the mere sight of a somewhat powerful enemy, they would scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving nothing behind but a chaotic mess.
And Kobe Suzuo, who held the position of Jujutsu Director, was undoubtedly the "only conscience" among the higher-ups; even if she did not take the initiative, she would eventually seize power.
Moreover, with a personality like Kobe Suzuo's, it was impossible for her not to cause trouble in advance.
In a sense, whether it's a Reverse Cursed Technique user, a once-in-a-millennium Cursed Spirit Manipulator, or even the strongest Six Eyes God's Child, they are all well within my grasp, okay?
A talented new generation?
Take it, you ungrateful old geezers!
Satoru Gojo, who had originally only intended to make a jab at Kobe Suzuo, followed suit by drawing in a sharp breath.
He spread his arms, as if displaying something, brought Nobara Iori into his field of vision, saying in disbelief, "Iori can only use Reverse Cursed Technique; she's essentially just a quack, a total quack!"
“She doesn't even have a medical license!"
Nobara Iori's temples twitched as she suppressed her anger. Just as she was about to refuse Kobe Suzuo's compensation, she heard Suguru Geto chime in.
Well, well, Iori has been studying. Weren't there books like Basic Anatomy on her desk before?
Satoru Gojo blurted out, "Basic studies? Doesn't that mean you don't know anything at all?"
Nobara Iori finally lost her patience and punched Satoru Gojo on the head. "What kind of nonsense is someone who truly knows nothing talking about!"
A flash of amusement flickered in Kobe Suzuo's pitch-black eyes as she began to fan the flames. "By the way, have Satoru-kun and Suguru-kun not learned the Reverse Cursed Technique yet?
He said intentionally, "Aren't they famously the strongest?"
"Claimed to be" is actually quite unnecessary.
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are both Semi-Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers, their promotion to a higher grade is only a matter of time. For such a duo, it is quite reasonable to be called the Strongest in the talent-scarce Jujutsu World.
But Kobe Suzuo's meaning was, "You are both the strongest, so why haven't you learned the Reverse Cursed Technique yet? Is it because you aren't capable, or because you aren't working hard enough?"
Satoru Gojo opened his mouth, wanting to say that Reverse Cursed Technique was difficult, that throughout the history of the Jujutsu World, no one had ever been able to learn it.
And the only person around them who could use Reverse Cursed Technique, Nobara Iori, taught in such an abstract way that it was impossible to understand.
But if he refuted it, wouldn't that mean he was admitting that he wasn't actually that much of a genius or the Strongest?
He didn't want to!
Suguru Geto looked at Satoru Gojo, feeling like he was a cat whose neck had been caught by Kobe Suzuo, that wonderful sense of chemistry that had been so hard to shake from his mind had returned.
“We'll definitely seek advice from Nobara Iori later,” Suguru Geto said, casting a look of plea toward Nobara Iori.
Nobara Iori blinked her eyes, thinking only that Suguru Geto's eyes were too small to understand his meaning, she hesitated before accepting the check.
The manager had been feeling anxious, fearing that the big boss would hold him accountable for this "terrorist attack."
After waiting for a long time without seeing Kobe Suzuo lose her temper, nor seeing her cold-facedly tell him to pack his things and get out, he had somehow imagined something in his head. Suddenly revitalized as if injected with adrenaline, he returned to full strength with a beaming smile, acting extremely sycophantic as he led the Jujutsu High Trio toward their newly arranged residence.
They had just left the site of the incident when the security detail swarmed into the room, equipped with cameras for evidence collection, handcuffs, stretchers, carried away the still-unconscious Tanikawa Shinji.
At 10:00 AM the following morning, the group from Jujutsu High departed for their return trip from Hokkaido according to the original plan.
On the way to the airport, a car accident occurred, leaving Kobe Suzuo seriously injured and hospitalized.
..
Aren't you riding in the same car as us, Mr. Suzuo?
Suguru Geto looked at the two sports cars behind the private butler, feeling slightly confused.
Kobe Suzuo lowered his hand from his earpiece, his speaking pace faster than usual. "Time is too tight; there wasn't enough time to arrange for a helicopter or private flight paths."
Last night's assassination attempt seemed to have caused Kobe Suzuo a lot of trouble; since his appearance, he has been surrounded by many uniformed staff members.
Various models of electronic devices were handed to him one by one by the assistant. Signing documents, sending emails, making calls in different languages—it was a dizzying array of tasks.
Breakfast was served before Kobe Suzuo, but he only took one bite of his bread and finished a glass of milk in just three seconds.
Under the urging of the temporary assistant, he casually picked a cherry tomato from the salad and ate it.
It wasn't until they were close to departure and the busy pace of work slowed down that Suguru Geto was able to take the opportunity to ask his question.
Normally, an Assistant Supervisor should travel with a Jujutsu Sorcerer to facilitate the recording of mission details and to reduce the possibility of accidents occurring.
Kobe Suzuo hiring someone to drive him was merely an exception; after all, you couldn't exactly expect a CEO to serve as your driver, could you?
That's far too extravagant.
And isn't it common knowledge that the passenger seat of a CEO's car holds a special significance?
Who would dare to sit there?
This big boss is already being very professional by being willing to travel along in the car!
Kobe Suzuo was clearly overwhelmed with work today; it seemed she no longer had time to fulfill her "responsibilities" as an Assistant Supervisor.
In just a few moments, the phone held by the assistant rang again.
Kobe Suzuo glanced at the number, frowned, did not answer, continuing to speak amidst the noisy ringing:
It would be quite ungentlemanly to make Iori squeeze into the back seat again. Let's sit separately to have more room; I'll see you later.
Satoru Gojo subconsciously replied, "Then can't Suzuo just sit in the back seat with us?"
Hearing this, Kobe Suzuo silently looked toward Satoru Gojo, her pitch-black eyes revealing not a single glimmer of light.
The atmosphere instantly became somewhat awkward.
Satoru Gojo imagined a scene where Kobe Suzuo sat beside him, or was sandwiched between him and Suguru Geto, couldn't help but shudder.
Kobe Suzuo let out a short, quick snort of a laugh, making Satoru Gojo feel suddenly uneasy.
Then, have a pleasant journey.
The fragile and thin appearance from last night was gone; Kobe Suzuo had transformed back into an elegant and distinguished big boss in a suit, every single strand of his hair exuding sophistication.
He gave the Satoru Gojo trio one last glance, a faint, imperceptible smile playing on his lips, before getting directly into the following car, where an attendant closed the door for him.
A bit of a jerk.
Maybe I should find an opportunity to give him a beating; perhaps then he'll learn how to speak properly.
Satoru Gojo reflected on the information Kobe Suzuo had given him, feeling as though something was not quite right.
..
Merlin, confirm the time.
["The 'Girl' has been missing for over 46h 20min. Only 1h 40min remains until the 'Evolution Day' arrives."]
Kobe Suzuo sat in the passenger seat, her fingers tapping twice on the tablet.
Report the progress of the investigation regarding the target 'Girl'.
[‘Zombie’ abandoned the investigation twenty hours ago]
It was abandoned even earlier than Yuki Tsukumo had anticipated; should one say that Tengen lacked patience, or was simply too fearless?
[On the side of 'Fumu,' thanks to police assistance in solving the case and the unexpected involvement of a detective, the whereabouts of 'Tyrant' were tracked six hours ago.]
Kobe Suzuo's fingertips paused as she pulled up the transaction records from Fushiguro Toji's payroll card.
That guy had been soaking in debauchery for nearly eleven hours, losing 1.38 billion.
Not only did he spend all the money Kobe Suzuo transferred to him last night, but he even ended up owing an additional 380 million yen.
If Kobe Suzuo hadn't known that Fushiguro Toji wasn't that kind-hearted, he would have suspected that the tyrant felt too embarrassed to take money for nothing, so he was spending it back through the Hanakobe Family's businesses in such a roundabout way.
Looking at that series of chip exchange records, it was clear that Fushiguro Toji was playing with genuine passion and intensity; he didn't win much, but he lost terribly.
In a situation where the house wasn't acting with malice, looking strictly at luck alone, this was the first time Kobe Suzuo had ever seen someone with such terrible luck.
The police found his traces with only those tiny clues they left behind?
[Yes, the primary reasoning comes from the high school detective Shinichi Kudo. However, because 'Tyrant' has been staying at 'Amusement Park' for a long time, due to the 'Amusement Park's' protection of its internal staff, the police's clues have once again been cut off, the progress of the investigation has temporarily stalled.]
Why are there so many ridiculous points in this piece of intelligence?
Kobe Suzuo rubbed her temples, temporarily skipping over the clues that were irrelevant to the current situation, summarized:
In short, the 'Girl' is currently in a stable state, there is no immediate risk of the plan being interrupted, correct?
[Yes]
Merlin sent those two words, then sent another message:
[The estimated probability of the target event occurring is 83.2%]
Kobe Suzuo was quite satisfied with this number. He spoke in a low voice to the driver beside him:
“Get ready to depart. Remember what I told you.”
The driver in the seat was slender, wearing the signature full black suit of the Kobe Family, with long blonde hair tied up with a blue and white silk scarf, the gems in his lip and brow piercings shimmering.
She looked young, her face as fresh as if she had just reached adulthood, making one worry whether she actually held a driver's license.
“As you command, boss,” the driver grinned, his mouth opening to reveal the colorful studs near the tip of his tongue.
As soon as the words were spoken, the car let out a violent roar and shot forward like a bullet.
Kobe Suzuo's face turned pale as she quickly buckled her seatbelt.
Cai Ming, if you don't want your boss to die, fasten your seatbelt and drive carefully.
"Oh, okay." Cai Ming replied, one hand on the steering wheel while the other reached for the seatbelt to buckle herself in.
This is my first time touching such a luxurious car, Boss. This is so cool, haha.
Seeing that Kobe Suzuo ignored her, Cai Ming looked at her blankly and fell silent.
The speed of the car finally stabilized, but it remained fast, racing down the highway at the speed limit.
By his side, Merlin, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up:
Young Master, if I may be blunt, your plan this time is a bit risky.
Kobe Suzuo narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm not that unlucky tyrant; as long as the probability is over 60%, I'm bound to win."
“But..” Merlin hesitated.
Kobe Suzuo interrupted it, "Your database contains my entire life, Merlin; everything is complete now."