"Have you been paying attention to the situation in Tokyo?"

"That's right." Renye Karasuma seemed a little dissatisfied with his question: "You have turned the organization's great situation into such a bad situation in just two days. How can I stop paying attention?"

"Rum, I left the organization in your hands, but it ended up like this. I'm very sad."

As he listened, Rum's smile gradually stiffened.

Then just listen to him reply with a smile:

"Sorry, Mr. Chief"

"It's my subordinate who didn't do his job well and disturbed your rest and recuperation."

"I wonder how you are recovering from your severe cold, sir? Your condition has not been affected by the bad news from Tokyo, right?"

"cold?"

The tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became hesitant:

"No, it's nothing. I've recovered."

"Rum, if you have time to care about my body, you might as well do the job I asked you to do well."

"" Rum was silent for a while.

Even when Renye Karasuma spoke to him on the phone, he completely ignored her.

What is going on?

Everyone was vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Then the next second, Rum looked solemn and said to the phone in a cold tone:

"Stop acting, asshole!"

"Although I don't know how you managed to use Boss's mobile phone number to call me, I can confirm that you are definitely not the leader."

"ha?!"

Everyone was shocked.

Even Gin, who had a thousand-year-old expression on his face, couldn't help but froze:

Now even the organization boss can be fake?!

Is this organization still good?

"Don't believe this fake!"

Rum shouted with a stern expression:

"This guy's lies have been completely exposed."

"Mr. Chief hasn't had any cold at all recently!"

Renye Karasuma does have some health problems recently.

But what he suffered from was not a cold, but a stroke.

For an old monster whose biological age is stuck at the extreme level of 120 years old, and who relies solely on the power of the elixir to survive to this day, this fatal "little problem" occurs almost every three to five years.

Due to his serious illness, Renye Karasuma has been lying in bed recently to recuperate, and is unable to personally manage the organization's affairs.

Rum is called the second-in-command of the organization, but he is actually the "CEO" who is fully responsible for managing the company's affairs.

And this extremely astonishing secret is currently known only to Rum and Belmode, Karasuma Renye's absolute confidants.

Most other people in the organization don't even know the boss's name.

Not to mention Boss's recent physical condition.

So Rum saw through the other party’s “telephone scam” at a glance:

"You are not a boss at all."

"Who the hell are you?!"

Rum asked sharply, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Karasuma Renye" ​​on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

But when he spoke again, his tone was no longer as embarrassed as when he confronted Rum before.

"Yes, I am indeed the false leader."

"Not bad, Mr. Rum"

"Since you can tell that I'm the fake leader, it's obvious."

"You must be the real Rum."

"What?" Rum was slightly startled.

He couldn't understand the fake's intention.

But Rum still instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Because the other party's tone was too calm.

It's like he doesn't care at all about his cover being blown.

Sure enough, just listen to the fake Karasuma Renye continue to say:

"No one knows what rum looks like."

"So even if you show up on your own initiative, we can't confirm that you are the Mr. Rum we are looking for."

"Perhaps the real Rum is still hiding in the dark, and what appears in front of everyone is just a Kagemusha-like stand-in?"

"If we don't figure out this problem, we won't dare to take action rashly."

"But now"

"Mr. Rum, thank you."

"You helped us eliminate this worry."

"Wha, what?"

Rum finally sensed the approaching crisis:

We, who are we in this "fake Karasuma"'s mouth?

"Officer Furuya."

"My lady."

"Ireland."

“Curaçao.”

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed.

Although it is still a machine-processed sound, the timbre this time has become younger and more beautiful.

And this voice was very familiar to several undercover agents present:

"Guys, we found the real rum."

"Everything is ready."

"Please do it now!"

Noah's Ark used the calmest tone to stir up a storm in the air.

Curacao was prepared and drew his weapon.

Bourbon, Kiel and Ireland also raised their guns at each other.

The situation took a shocking turn in an instant.

A minute ago it was a gang gathering.

A minute later it became a police crackdown on pornography:

"Hold your head! Squat down!"

Bourbon, no, Fangtani Rei loudly shouted the line he had been wanting to shout all these years:

"Gin, Rum, you are under arrest!"

"You, you guys"

Gin and Rum both looked surprised.

Even with their state of mind and their aura, they couldn't bear the desperate scene before them:

"Bourbon, Kiel, Ireland, Curacao"

"What are you doing?!"

"Sorry, I'm a police officer."

Jiang Guling introduced himself to his family with an indifferent expression:
To be continued...