Inolbu glared at me, his face pale with disbelief.

“You crazy bitch! Why the hell are you suddenly talking about chicken?!”
“Your wife’s chicken was supposed to be so amazing that even a villain like me disguised myself to try it. And guess what? The drumsticks and wings were missing! How dare you mock your customers like that?”

I flung the box of chicken toward his face.
His subordinates managed to intercept it, but the sheer absurdity of my accusation made Inolbu’s bloodshot eyes flare in anger.

Of course, this hit him hard—he was on the verge of …