Before Jiang Xia could speak, Killing Intent had already surged up beside him.
Today, Gin and Vermouth had contributed quite a lot of Killing Intent—especially Gin, who had hardly stopped from beginning to end. Jiang Xia had even worried midway that he might be squeezing them too hard.
But now, it seemed the two of them still had plenty of potential.
The moment Gin heard that, his first instinct was to draw his gun.
But recalling the ridiculous flower that had sprayed from his gun when he first arrived, he forcibly restrained himself. He could only express his disdain with a cold sneer, along with a mocking remark: "—"
Gin: "...?"
His gaze shifted slightly. He pressed a hand to his throat and discovered in surprise that he could not make a sound.
The Boss paid him no attention and continued looking at Jiang Xia. "I'd like to hear your true thoughts. You don't need to worry about the people beside you—they've already agreed to keep this confidential and won't leak anything."
Jiang Xia sighed. "But if I agree, won't I be targeted like crazy after we leave?"
Though he said that, he did not look particularly afraid or troubled. Instead, he actually began considering it seriously.
The Boss blinked silently. Too much Killing Intent had suddenly drifted up, partially obscuring his vision.
After pondering for a while, Jiang Xia seemed to realize something important and asked, "You seem to have very few executives. Whether it was Miss Anonymous, who appeared in the news before, or the Holographic Game, it's always just the same few familiar faces. Are you short on people?"
"We only need elites. Absolute elites." The Boss truly looked worthy of being a boss. His skin was thick enough that even when the small scale