"That is to say." Nakamura Mizuki said cautiously, "It was you who killed my father."
"I don't know how to say this about Mr. Maverick Miller... I don't understand, more specifically, I don't know whether you feel sad, upset, or... fearful about this matter. So I can only be honest about the truth, yes, it was I who organized the counterattack. The data offensive that your news called 'Black Tide' was also done by me." Xu Yang could not figure out Nakamura Mizuki's temperament.
"When I first heard about my father's suicide, my initial thought was anger, furious that he chose to die on such an inconvenient afternoon." said Nakamura Mizuki.
"What do you mean by inconvenient?" Xu Yang did not understand. This woman was becoming more and more perplexing.
"I was supposed to sign an insurance policy, catch a train, and redeem several soon-to-expire coupons. Even having a cup of coffee would have been more valuable than sorting out my father's belongings." said Nakamura Mizuki.