"Eh..." She uttered, "How...?"
"Here's how!" I shoved Eirine's bag and tried finding the key evidence to explain everything, the buff man's phone. What? I dug her bag deeper and deeper, but sadly, no results. OH MY GOD! I threw his bloody phone to the ground when I was in the US!
"It's uh, us! We're the evidence! We're standing right here in front of you, right?' i made an excuse. "So, now, explain your intentions, why you're doing this to us." I continued.
"Wait what are you guys talking about?" Hina asked.
"Uhh... uhh.." Aha! "You know, rozzers in Japan suddenly wanted to search us again because of crimes we never do again. Chisato, do you know that these two," I marked Eve and Hina, "Used to be our partners in crime?"
Chisato held her voice, then spoke slowly, "I only know that they enter this car racing thing. Never knew that my friends were goons, and they never are".
I was surprised by her stupidity, "Didn't you notice they used to be absent most of the night? You're their long-lasting partners. You should've known what are they doing".
"Well, Aya, Maya, and I used to have dinner in one of our house together three times a week. After Hina, then Eve, make their cars weird, We only do that once a week".
"You should've noticed then! They were chilling with us and racing every night instead with you and your colleagues".
Chisato didn't get it. Eve and Hina looked at me like I just got into mental hospital. Aya and Maya whispered, discussing my words.
"Let me clear this real quick," I cleared my throat, "The police should've arrested us and them at that time. There should've been "Two Pastel*Palettes Arrested for Their Past Street Racing" showing up on headlines, but no. That makes me feel suspicious..." I put my thumb and index on my sharp chin.
"But for some reason, they didn't get arrested. Presumably someone covered and cleared these two's criminal record and decided to go live like how they used to." I continued.
"We got "arrested" but then we made our outbreak shortly and took your goons with us for interrogation. And then after that, we knew that you're the woman behind all of this." I explained.
"But how did you manage to get new identities and join the event as fugitives?" Chisato asked.
"We took care of it." Two voices came from behind.
Two women in fancy branded clothing and attire walked in.
The blond lady spoke politely to the oncoming, "Greetings. You must be Miss Kasumi Toyama and Kokoro Tsurumaki. I know that you're also invited into Super Promotion, but I'm sure you're not allowed to enter the backstage without given permission".
"Here, Miss Shirasagi," Kasumi handed stamped name tags, with her name and Kokoro's written, "We have the permit".
Chisato moved no muscle. She attempted to calm her nerves. I could see her vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Your agency invited us in several races. ProStreet Rally Championship; Pikes Peak International Hill Climb, that counts because the company you work in funded the most; G-Effect; After Mix; Super Promotion. Due to your direct relation with the manager and CEO, I would like to complain," Kasumi's asserting voice came out, "The best crew we - The League - had sent, Bushido, reported us about their treatment as guests, and they're not happy. They even nearly murdered in Netherlands, Sabotage of vehicles, TWICE, and also the upbringing of the rested case of Bushido 10 years ago. And it all leads up to you, Shirasagi. Now, time for you to do the explaining," She demanded concrete answer.
"I'm a person who works in Talent Agency, not the one who manages. I have no business with your representatives' incidents," Chisato defended.
"But you're the one who's close, so much they're willing to listen to your orders," Kokoro's big eyes stared like a emotionless psychopath.
"And if Talent Agency knew that Bushido were illegal racers, they could've denied the invitation, not trying to murder and sabotage them," Kasumi spitted facts.
"Talent Agency are not willing to do such things. The matter your racing team got came from their rivals," Chisato defended.
Kasumi, Kokoro, and Chisato had a rough argument. All of their words sound real. I could hear soft whispers from Pastel*Palettes that sounded, "Those two rich ladies are right, but Chisato won't do such thing, right?" "Chisato's true. The problem these guys got aren't from Talent Agency". "Aaaaah! Who should I believe?"
Their fights stopped when I fed up with these buzzes, "Hey, hey, hey. Let's just call the police alright? We, Bushido are all bad, and we must confess to the righteous force".
"So uh, we turning ourselves in to the police now?" Shizaki asked with confusion.
"Yeah, I do," I pulled out my phone and everybody in the room lost themselves.
"Man, what?" Shizaki sweated like he just did a marathon.
"What are you doing, Jojo?" Ken shivered down to spine.
"You're insane," Hana's green eyes had a seizure.
"God dammit, Joseph! Are you out of your mind?" Eirine straight up marked my action.
"Joseph! Y-you...." Kokoro felt betrayed. True. She was the one who paid the cops to shut up.
"I'm calling now....." On my phone, I touched the phone app, then slowly pressed the dial to dramatize the situation. "One...." Bop! "Oneeee....." Bop! "Zeeeerooooooo....." Bopt! Oops! The 'call' button slipped, but I pretended it didn't. Everybody in the room couldn't grab and stop me. They're too short and weak.
Tuuu...... Tuuuu..... Tuuuu..... I copied the phone ringing noise precisely.
"Hello, police officer... So, do you know two of the most famous stars - Hina Hikawa and Eve Wakamiya - from Pastel*Palettes?... It turns out they join the infamous racing crew, Bushido... It seems that all of the members are here too... Yeah... At Port of To-"
Chisato's thin mouth shattered.
"STOOOP!" She grabbed my left hand which my phone was held, and pleaded to not continue the call, "Pleaaasee... Stoooop...." Her wet eyes rinsed my muscle.
CHAPTER 23
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