As Irish followed them, he casually speculated to himself, showing little respect for That Lord. No matter how much he hated Uzo and Gin, he knew deep down that even without those two executives, Mr. Pisco would have been dealt with by The Boss sooner or later for some other reason.
The Killing Intent he had forcibly suppressed finally began to spread.
Just then, an exceptionally terrified scream suddenly rang out from the street diagonally ahead of Irish.
"Ah—!!!"
The passerby's scream, like a shrill alarm, abruptly yanked Irish back from his tangled thoughts.
An extremely bad premonition suddenly seized him. He snapped his head up and saw a shadow hurtling down at him from diagonally above.
—That shadow was actually a person falling from the sky!
That person had originally been nothing more than an ordinary falling victim and would never have hit Irish. But halfway down, he was somehow struck hard by something in midair.
His trajectory changed at once, and like a human cannonball, he slammed toward Irish from the side.
"..."
After being set up by Uzo twice in a row, Irish had not dared stay too close to the building even while tailing someone this time. He had kept a distance from it where no falling person could hit him.
Yet even so, the falling man drew a diagonal line through the air, as though he had some sort of targeting device installed, and plummeted straight at him with terrifying precision.
...An ordinary person might not have escaped that final blow.
But Irish had hovered on the brink of life and death many times, and he had just endured a deadly crisis last night. He was currently in an extremely vigilant state.
Even as he looked up to assess the situation, he instinctively darted to