Based on Jiang Xia's earlier observations, the FBI agents tailing him didn't carry much Killing Intent, nor did they look like they were about to get involved in a Murder Case. There seemed to be no need to get tangled up with them...
Thinking this, he didn't head over there. Instead, he opened Vermouth's Mailbox.
Jiang Xia chose his words carefully, intending to ask her out: [Are you free tonight? Let me buy you a drink.]
Before long, his phone vibrated.
Vermouth was calling.
Jiang Xia answered, and her pleasant voice soon came through the receiver. But what she said didn't sound nearly as pleasant: "Want to go play at a bar again? You can come with me, but don't drink too much. There's scientific basis for banning alcohol under the age of twenty."
Jiang Xia: "..." That wasn't what you said when we first met.
He cleared his throat. "Naturally, business talks should be held somewhere suitable. We can't exactly go to a café—it's so quiet that everyone nearby would hear what we say." They might even run into Bourbon, who was working part-time somewhere.
Vermouth laughed softly. "Speaking of quiet, the organization's Sushi Restaurant is actually safer."
Jiang Xia: "..."
They clearly couldn't communicate, so he silently hung up.
A moment later, his phone vibrated again.
Looking down, he saw it was still Vermouth.
"..." The sweet, crisp scent of apples drifted through Jiang Xia's mind. Remembering her superb disguise skills, he hesitated briefly before answering after all.
"Just kidding~" Vermouth casually moved past the previous topic. "Then, see you at the bar tonight. The usual one."
"Six in the afternoon," Jiang Xia corrected her. "Remember to bring your disguise tools. I'll need them later."
Vermouth said, "Don't worry, I always carry them. The FBI are getting more