In the end, perhaps Yin Kuang's talk of "mysterious laws" had intimidated everyone, or perhaps they too wanted a few more relaxing days to watch how this world's "natives" stirred up trouble. Whatever the reason, Blood Thorn's group ultimately agreed not to take any action tonight.
Seeing that everyone had accepted his suggestion, Yin Kuang thought, At least I can spend the last day of this world's old year in peace. A small comfort, I suppose. As for how the people of this world might ruin this special day, that was beyond his control.
Just for peace of mind!
Afterward, the ten of them rented rooms at an inn beside Death's Fang Bar and went their separate ways. Yin Kuang declined the others' invitations, as well as the special services offered by the inn's attendants, and drank alone in his room.
"I wonder what Ada Wong is doing at this hour. Is she having a candlelit dinner with Leon S. Kennedy, just like the rumors say?" As he drank the baijiu, he felt none of its usual burn, only the faint sourness of white vinegar. Flowers, moonlight, candlelight, fine food, a lone man and a lone woman—who knew what might happen between Ada Wong and Leon S. Kennedy?
Yin Kuang shook his head with a bitter smile. "Yin Kuang, you came here to kill her, yet you're inexplicably getting jealous. Just like with Lu Xialeng, how are you and Ada Wong even from the same world?" After all, there had been a little ambiguity between Yin Kuang and Ada Wong before. When it came to matters between men and women, it was hard not to let one's thoughts wander.
"But Thursday's claim that killing Ada Wong and the others will grant us control of this world is only a guess.