—Where had Uzo gotten wind of their mission, and how had he set his sights on those three people?
Gin fell silent for a moment, forming a guess: Could the "Thousand-Gourd" he and Vodka had been looking for have happened to be one of the possessions of that "wealthy international wanted criminal" Anonymous had mentioned? And Uzo had been following clues to hunt the wanted criminal when he suddenly discovered three suspicious people after the same target, so he had casually competed with the surveillance operatives?
The question flashed through Gin's mind. With no reservations, he immediately asked it aloud.
However, anything related to that "Anonymous Game" seemed to be covered by that damned User Confidentiality Clause.
Only afterward did Gin realize that what he actually asked was, "Did you catch a glimpse of the mission from Vodka?"
"..."
His mouth suddenly refused to obey him. A blue vein throbbed at Gin's temple as he irritably exhaled a stream of smoke.
What he had said aloud was actually another thought that had flashed through his mind earlier: Yesterday, Uzo had suddenly appeared near them, then approached in a way that was hard to interpret. At the time, Gin's attention had been focused on this dangerous new executive, and he had not paid much attention to Vodka.
So Gin had indeed considered the possibility that Vodka had shut down the computer too slowly, allowing Uzo to catch scattered bits of information.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Vodka from the corner of his eye.
Noticing Gin's gaze, Vodka cursed inwardly. Just as expected—Uzo had always loved pinning the blame on him. He had never stopped.
For a brief moment, he did not dare speak. But he quickly came to his senses. "That's not right, Big Brother! I was looking at those