Close the door, Mr. Smith maintained his previous seriousness—
"It's even more chaotic outside than imagined.
There's a riot at St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, heavy losses for police and secret detectives at Kilg Harbor; the entire Inner Bay is starting to mobilize now.
But this will take time.
At least within two days, Kilg Harbor will be very unsafe."
In his heart, Mr. Smith apologized while explaining to his wife.
Of course, it's not all lies.
Mr. Smith really saw some malicious people lurking around the hotel earlier.
However, upon seeing the hotel servant's firearm, they temporarily chose to retreat.
But only temporarily.
Those hyena-like people won't give up.
Those bastards are waiting for time.
Waiting...
For nightfall.
This was Mr. Smith's deduction.
And Mrs. Smith quickly understood.
"Someone wants to take advantage of the chaos?"
"It's not just anyone wanting.
It's anyone with the capability, they're all thinking about it.
