Vodka: "..." Look—look at this unlucky bastard, stammering like he had intermittent aphasia.
And if he remembered correctly, when they had first met, Cito had been coughing up blood like a fountain, looking like he was about to die. Yet even now, Vodka had never heard of Uzo letting him take leave to see a doctor... Vodka quietly edged farther away—only an idiot would go become Uzo's underling!
Beside him, Gin clicked his lighter on, silently making his presence known: After all these years, he had only barely found a usable assistant. How could he possibly hand him over for Uzo to ruin?
If anything, he wanted to get some assistants from Uzo. At least so far, this new executive had an excellent eye for talent. Unfortunately, Uzo never turned talented people over to the Organization; he kept them all for his own amusement. By the time anyone noticed, those talents had usually already made the news.
Jiang Xia had no idea what the two of them were thinking.
He only snapped back to attention when he heard the lighter. His gaze left Vodka and landed on the cigarette Gin was about to light. "Don't."
"...?"
Gin glanced at him and paused before bringing the cigarette to the flame, his eyes questioning.
"The air doesn't circulate well here. The smell of smoke might linger for a long time. You don't want to leave traces outside, do you?" Jiang Xia pointed at the unconscious Poushi Qinglan.
"When we were almost here, I destroyed the Transmitter on her. After a while, my righteous companions will probably follow the clues here and come pick me up. That way, I can blend back into the group as naturally as possible—if I escaped and went back alone, it would seem suspicious, and it would be