Fujino leaned against the nearby railing, crossing his arms and listening silently as he stored the information away in his heart.
After obtaining the intelligence she wanted, Vermouth lowered her gaze, staring at Kazuki Honjo with eyes full of disgust before raising her foot and kicking him in the chin as if she were kicking a football.
With a muffled thud, Kazuki Honjo's back of the head slammed into the concrete ground, followed by his eyes rolling back as he passed out cold.
Fujino walked forward with his arms crossed over his chest, looked at the gun in her hand, and teased, "Your technique looks pretty practiced..."
"Practice makes perfect," Vermouth replied. Right after that, she disgustingly stepped back two steps, pulling a bit of distance away from the foul odor before her expression eased slightly. Then she raised her chin, putting on a proud and confident look. "Don't forget, your martial aunt here usually handles assassinations, infiltrations, and intelligence work..."
"Although I don't specialize in this, little chores like this are naturally not worth mentioning."
"I can tell." Fujino looked at the somewhat petty-proud old auntie before him, wondering what on earth she was feeling proud of.
He turned his head to glance at Kazuki Honjo lying on the ground, pondering and analyzing, "Empty out the bullets, then take out one bullet, pretend to put it back, and give him the illusion that there really is a bullet in the chamber. After that, use a format like Russian Roulette to break his will and psychological defense..."
Yet halfway through his sentence, he looked at Vermouth in puzzlement. "But why did you reward him?"
"Reward?" Vermouth widened her eyes, for a moment somewhat failing to understand where on earth she had rewarded anyone.
Was there a reward?
How come she