Gin snorted inwardly.
He was not afraid of Uzo's murders at all, but driving away the annoying flies Uzo used as guns would undoubtedly waste a great deal of time—he was already busy enough and had no desire to create more trouble for himself over something so pointless.
Gin quickly turned the page and brought up what he had really wanted to say.
"Someone in the organization has been looking into you lately.
"You should understand that once you lose your identity as a 'detective of justice,' you also lose your value as 'Uzo.' If I were you, I'd keep a lower profile for a while, lest those shadowy vipers catch you by the tail."
"Looking into me?" Uzo sounded somewhat surprised on the other end of the call.
A second later, that surprise turned into delight.
Uzo seemed far more alert than before as he asked eagerly, "Since you went out of your way to warn me, that person must be a fairly capable executive, right? And it sounds like he has a grudge against me... Knowing yourself and your enemy makes hiding easier. How about arranging for us to meet when you have time? We don't need to meet up close. I just need to observe him from afar."
Leaning against the passenger seat, Gin lit a cigarette. A silent sneer curled across his lips, and his movements relaxed slightly.
—He knew Uzo would be interested in something like this.
"Don't go looking for trouble. This is only a warning. He might not find anything." Gin had not intended to let Uzo truly square off against that executive, but after a moment's thought, he still decided to reveal a little.
Uzo did have a public identity as a detective, while the other man was a madman bent on