Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

Gallagher showed no sign of yielding to the pressure from the family head, immediately retorting, "Just expressing my personal opinion. What, did I touch a sore spot?"

[Qingque: Wow? Is the work atmosphere at Pinocchio this relaxed? Subordinates can talk back to their superiors so freely? If it were me, I wouldn't dare to speak like that unless I leave the company someday, or later surpass them and gain the upper hand. I'm so envious.]

[Fu Xuan: To turn the tables? It seems I misjudged you; your ambition is truly remarkable.]

[Yao Guang: Great... ah, cough, this is infuriating! Junior sister, let me teach this disobedient subordinate a lesson.]

[Fu Xuan: Don't even think about it!]

[Star: Seriously, the Japanese really like to "turn their backs to everyone," whether it's seeing fireworks, gold dust, or this Galakrond incident. Is it because it makes them seem particularly profound and pretentious? I've learned something!]

[Robin: This is probably a facade my brother deliberately put on to maintain his authority. The burden of being the head of the family is heavy; he can't show weakness.]

【Sunday:……?】

Don't say things like that in public.

……

“Mr. Gallagher, my patience is running out. Slacking off—” Sunday paused, then abruptly turned, her tone becoming more forceful: “—will only make me more suspicious that you are connected to the real culprit.”

"Hmph~ Sigh..." Gallagher chuckled, then sighed helplessly, "I've heard far too many of these trash words: scoundrel, hoodlum, drunkard, hooligan... but I never imagined that one day I would be considered an accomplice to a murderer."

"Hmph hmph hmph~ Sigh..." He sighed deeply.

"I take back what I said earlier: your problem isn't being overly suspicious. You're a madman, you understand? A madman."

【Star: Crazy, crazy Sunday~~】

[March 7th: Chicken wings for 2.99 yuan~~ Ah, sorry, I accidentally bought them.]

[Fireworks: Hahaha, I won't eat it if it wasn't grilled by the Chicken Wing Boy!]

Like an innocent victim whose defenses have been breached by wrongful accusation, Gallagher crossed his arms and fiercely denounced, "You...family!"

"You broke my spine, pulled out my fangs, and now you're accusing me of murder? You bastard, only a drunken idiot like Suleda would go crazy over a stray dog ​​on the street."

He stared intently at Sunday: "What on earth is making you spout nonsense? You should be more concerned about those foreign guests making a ruckus at the movie amusement park than me."

[March 7th: Ahem, seriously, this guy really doesn't seem like a bad person at all. And he sounds so pitiful... broken spine, fangs pulled out or something, why? What crime did he commit? But if he did commit a crime, why is he still being allowed to be a sheriff? Something's fishy!]

[Star: Hiss... March, you actually found the key point?]

[March 7th: You actually used "竟" (竟)?]

On Sunday, when Gallagher accused him, Gallagher simply smiled and said, "I don't need you to remind me. The moment that envoy stepped out of the mansion, I knew what he was up to. My 'servants' saw everything."

The camera suddenly zooms out, and on the second-floor railing, a crow looks down at the two people's conversation. The difference in perspective and lighting makes its claw appear larger than either of them.

He laughed on Sunday, "His little magic trick did fool me, but it doesn't matter, I'm very happy to see the current situation."

"Why do you think I let him go, and why did I specifically leave that film and television theme park stage empty?"

[Yao Guang: Hmph, so it really was Little Xie Lege who helped Little Peacock get the upper hand? He doesn't seem to care that his secret about "death" has been discovered, or perhaps he's completely unaware of it? This is somewhat unexpected.]

She frowned slightly. Could it be that her slightly unorthodox speculation was really just wishful thinking?

[Star: So, why did he specifically set aside space for the film and television theme park?]

"Because my target has always been you, Hound."

Sunday's gaze suddenly turned icy.

The news of his sister's "murder" was burning in his heart; if looks could kill, Gallagher would be riddled with holes by now.

His voice was incredibly magnetic, and his murderous intent grew increasingly palpable. He stopped trying to hide it and directly tore off his veneer of restraint: "The bigger the commotion he causes, the more opportunities I have to make you and your true master (the watchmaker) pay for your blood debt."

Gallagher scoffed, his face full of boredom, completely taking it as a frame-up: "If I really were the murderer, why would you be so secretive? Ha, I forgot, you also have a difficult master to serve (Pinocchio's dream master) – they told you to ignore this bullshit murder case and focus on that [Harmony Grand Ceremony]..."

He strode up to Sunday, his imposing figure towering half a head above Sunday, whose status was far superior.

Gallagher looked down at her with utter sarcasm: "...Isn't that right, 'the gentle older brother'?"

[Saifei: This "old dog's" mouth is like it's spitting poison. Isn't this mocking Sunday for being so devoted to the dreamer, and even worse than a dog?]

[Sunday: ...You don't need to translate it in a simplified way.]

[Star: Gallagher isn't just dancing in a minefield, he's practically tap-dancing on two minefields! The Japanese will kill him, won't they?]

On Sunday, his brow trembled, and he swallowed his anger.

He didn't let the other person lead the conversation, nor did he lose his temper: "...It seems your disguise has helped you fully understand every detail of the family."

Gallagher laughed, "A disguise? Which eye of yours could tell I'm a fake? Open your eyes and take a closer look, I'm surrounded by a halo."

"Hmph." Sunday sneered, circling the man and scrutinizing him from head to toe. "Indeed, everything about you is real. Brown hair, soft and curly like Benny's (the Dreammaker); orange eyes that remind me of Sir Whittaker's gaze; strange scars, they're the medals of Walsey (the Houndmaster)..."

"And the gray vest, tie, hound badge, water bottle, beverage mixing skills, sheriff's identity... they're all real—"

On Sunday, after circling around, he took a deep breath, stared intently into Gallagher's eyes, and said quietly, "From fifty-two loyal family members."

"When they come together, countless tiny truths weave together a lie—you pluck a wisp of knowledge from each person, claim it as your own, and 'fabricate' a complete 'Gallach' in your dreams..."

The people in the galaxy, who were engrossed in the detective story of the two bickering and exposing each other's shortcomings, were suddenly horrified after hearing these words.

A strange sense of déjà vu arose. Dozens of people were thrown into the monster's mouth and chewed up, their cries of agony mingling with their breaths. Finally, the monster spat out a brand new puppet.

[Star: Holy crap, what kind of disguise is this? A Frankenstein's monster, a patchwork of good guys?!]