That said, Jiang Xia still firmly believed that both the Magic Gun and the Poker Gun were toy guns, no different from toys.
He stroked the Mermaid in his arms and nodded slightly in thought.
Then, no longer bothering with that embarrassing Great Thief who was still playing with toy guns at his age, he turned to look at the stage.
But before long, Jiang Xia's gaze drifted away from the boring Stage Play. His eyes passed through layer after layer of walls and landed on another corner of the building.
Jiang Xia: "..." It seemed Irish had already received his love letter.
Why hadn't he replied at all? How rude.
Elsewhere.
Nearly two hours earlier.
Irish was changing his bandages at an Organization medical facility. When he came out afterward, he discovered an envelope tucked beneath his car's wiper.
He questioned the parking lot security guard, but the man said that no one had passed through, and the surveillance footage showed nothing unusual either.
Irish: "..." No one had come in from outside. Could someone inside have placed it there?
Those lazy European bastards couldn't even keep watch over a car.
He snorted coldly and returned to his car with the letter. After inspecting the vehicle, he quickly got in and drove away from that no-longer-safe place.
Irish found another location and, after confirming that no one was watching nearby, picked up the envelope again.
He had already weighed it earlier. There was only a thin sheet of paper inside, not a bomb or anything similar.
Still, to be safe, he put on gloves and got out of the car, going into the open air in case some lunatic had put poison powder or something like that in the letter.
After a series of cautious measures, the