After all, Amuro Tooru remembered the rumors circulating through the organization from unknown sources: Uzo was far from a simple man—he often harbored malice even toward innocent colleagues who had done nothing, and had nearly caused their deaths several times.
Though in Amuro Tooru's view, there were no "innocent" executives in the organization at all. Still, the fact that even executives found him troublesome and had yet to mount any retaliation showed just how difficult "Uzo" was to deal with.
So when he had found the poison in the cooler just now, the investigation had gone too smoothly, with far too little resistance. In an instant, unpleasant visions flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind—visions of dying in the line of duty after celebrating too soon:
Like a protagonist sneaking alone into a villain's secret chamber and accidentally finding a thick confidential letter. He read it and gained a wealth of intelligence. At first, he thought it was the dawn of victory. But when he excitedly flipped to the final page, the classified text was gone, replaced by only two lines of dripping blood-red words—"Congratulations on your discovery. But unfortunately, you know too much, so please remain here forever." ...Something like that.
Amuro Tooru was just about to handle the increasingly suspicious cooler with caution.
Yet before he could do anything, Jiang Xia had already opened it first.
"..." Fortunately, nothing happened...
Amuro Tooru sighed, finally releasing Jiang Xia, who was full of question marks. He cleared his throat as if nothing had happened, crouched beside the cooler again, and carefully examined it.
Jiang Xia looked at him and vaguely guessed what had happened.
So he also crouched beside the cooler, fanned some of the air toward himself, and sniffed it. Looking surprised, he said, "It smells like Anesthetic... Did you suddenly