Bird Tottori was in a difficult position. "But Zhu Cheng doesn't have any personal stains, it's hard to get a hold on him."
Ikuta Takashi gave his subordinate a disdainful look and said, "If there isn't one, we'll create one. Fabricate it out of thin air, understand?"
Wang Ge gave Ikuta Takashi a thumbs up. "Exactly, if we say there is, there is—that's the real skill. Mr. Ikuta, it seems we are cut from the same cloth."
Ikuta Takashi shook hands with Wang Ge again. "A match made in heaven! A match made in heaven!"