"..."
Watching Leon, who had just finished speaking and was now bouncing around, middle-aged Joshua truly felt a bit numb.
This "Little Baskin" of unknown origin seemed like someone sent down from the heavens specifically to disgust him; his years of hard work had been destroyed in just thirty minutes.
Now the rebels he'd personally established not only had nothing to do with him anymore, but judging by the look in their eyes, they were already considering whether to take him down. If he delayed any longer, it was questionable whether he could even get away.
...
"Phew... I admit you won!"
Glaring at "Little Baskin" across the table, the middle-aged man, who had lost miserably, gritted his teeth and said,
"But don't think it's over. When these fools following you hit a wall and realize how unrealistic your talk is, they'll betray you just like they betrayed me today!"
