‘Should’ve just shoved food in his hands and made him eat in the car... Then none of this would’ve happened.’
All of this bullshittery started just because they spent a minute too long at this place.
And now, Wooheon’s mind was crowded with one headache after another.
If they failed to catch the target today, the media would have a field day taking shots at the agency.
Even with evidence in hand, the police refused to act—tossing the entire anthropomorph case to the side.
And then there was the slow loris anthropomorph who wouldn’t talk.
A flicker of black mamba scales flashed beneath Wooheon’s eyes, then vanished again.
Even a slight delay could unravel everything.
The pressure was closing in fast.
“I-I’ll eat faster.”
Yueul, having seen the scales, started shoveling in the cold tteokbokki.
Maybe the spice got to him, because he started coughing and reached for the water.
“Sigh... Slow down. Take your time.”
