Convenience Store Manager: Ran entered at the Start

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Today, Miwako Sato was dressed in a stylish purple women's blazer, paired with a sleek, form-fitting

pencil skirt that accentuated her figure. She completed her look with a pair of matching high heels.

His gaze followed her from behind...

That incredible figure was completely on display.

"Hey—"

"Were you just staring at my ass this whole time?"

Miwako Sato, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around and caught Akira's eyes fixed on

her.

"Hmm… yeah."

"But that's not illegal, is it?"

Miwako froze for a second!

This guy...

She had expected Akira to deny it to the bitter end, but instead, he admitted it outright—without a

shred of guilt.

"Just so you know, I've had training too."

Miwako was well aware that Akira was a skilled fighter.

So what?

She wasn't some pushover either.

"Walk ahead."

"Go straight to Room 107 at the end of the hall."

The cooperation in this case was even simpler than Akira had expected.

All he had to do was recount the entire incident, and his statement would be compared against

those of the two robbers.

If the testimonies matched, the court could proceed with sentencing the two criminals.

"One last question."

"Do you practice Taekwondo or Kendo?"

This wasn't really related to the case—Miwako was just personally curious.

"Neither."

"I'm just a martial arts enthusiast. I picked up a few things here and there over the past two years."

Miwako frowned slightly.

Picked up a few things?

She hadn't seen Akira in action, but judging from the injuries on the criminals afterward, it was clear

he was no amateur.

She asked again, "How did you get here?"

"I walked."

"Why? Are you offering me a ride home, Officer Sato?"

Miwako smirked.

Well, they'd already come this far in their conversation...

If she didn't offer, it would make the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department seem stingy.

"Get in."

"I was heading to Fifth District anyway this morning."

On the road.

"You don't really seem like the kind of guy who can't afford a car."

"Or wait..."

"Are you one of those people who just can't pass the driving test?"

Miwako suddenly leaned in close to Akira, her sharp detective eyes scanning him like she was trying

to see right through him.

"I just moved to Beika not too long ago, so I haven't had time to buy one."

"But..."

"You know what? I'll take your suggestion."

"What kind of car do you like, Officer Sato?"

Miwako's heart skipped a beat.

She knew it!

Akira was hitting on women—even inside the police department!

"What does your car have to do with me?"

"Or are you saying you'll let me borrow it once you get one?"

"Just so you know, I have high standards."

"If it's not a Ferrari, I won't even bother looking at it."

Truth be told, she didn't know much about cars.

But even a total novice like her knew that Ferrari was a world-famous luxury brand.

Of course!

She had only said that to shut down Akira's flirting.

"Ferrari, huh... I like those too."

"Alright then!"

"Next time we meet, I'll take you for a ride in my Ferrari."

Ten minutes later.

Miwako's red Mazda FD slowly pulled up in front of a CLOVER convenience store.

"Thanks!"

"Want to come in for a drink?"

Miwako tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and said, "Are you trying to get me to drink and

drive?"

She was a cop!

If she got caught drunk driving, the consequences would be way worse than for an ordinary person.

"I meant coffee."

"The coffee at CLOVER convenience store won't disappoint you."

Realizing she had misunderstood, Miwako chuckled.

"I'll take you up on that offer once you get your Ferrari."

With that, she stepped on the gas and sped off down the street.

Twenty meters away, Akira saw Miwako stick her pale hand out the window and wave goodbye.

"Boss."

"You're back."

"Someone came looking for you just now. When they saw you weren't here, they left."

"Said they'd come back tonight."

Azusa Enomoto was undoubtedly an excellent employee.

She managed the entire CLOVER convenience store by herself without a hitch.

Considering she earned 500,000 yen a month, she was definitely worth every penny.

"Someone was looking for me?"

"What did they look like?"

To be honest...

He didn't have many friends in this detective-filled world.

Women, though…

He already had two.

"A man in his thirties. Square face, dark skin..."

Azusa's description told him exactly who it was.

Ichiro Yamamoto!

If that guy had the guts to come back to his store, it meant he hadn't taken the money and run.

Maybe tonight, he was finally planning to pay back the 500,000 yen he owed.

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