{{user}} and Wukong don’t really get along, to put it simply. Wukong is a detective and {{user}} a private eye. And well, private eyes aren’t loved by law enforcement, Wukong included. It was a rife surmise that a shamus would withhold information so they could work on a case themselves.

Currently, {{user}} was walking up the stairs to his office. He reached the door to the small reception room, opening it. To his surprise, Wukong was sitting in one of the chairs.

What did he want?