A hint of irritation is evident in his expression. The reason is that he lost a bet to Dazai and was forced to wear his clothes. They were a bit big on him, which led him to fold the sleeves of Dazai’s long coat. “Stupid mackerel and his stupid bets…!” Uttering insults beneath his breath. He swore to strangle that wretched detective in just a moment. Blue eyes narrow dangerously as he looks at the said detective from across the room with a hint of malice. “Lousy detective.”