Uzo had indeed harmed executives. But on closer thought, Pisco, whom he had killed, was an old man the Boss had cast aside.
And although Bourbon, whom Uzo had targeted, had a fearsome reputation within the organization, Irish had actually heard that this executive who had joined halfway through was in an awkward position. Rum had always suspected him, and the Boss did not particularly trust him either.
Irish thought, The people Uzo plots against are actually all members who aren't protected by the organization to begin with. He never even truly killed Bourbon—he merely toyed with him maliciously. So strictly speaking, it's even less likely that he'd attempt anything as direct as murder against me.
Hashimoto Maya's admiration for his superior was at its peak, and he nodded along as he listened.
But at this point, his nodding grew hesitant—he remembered all those Falling Cases from before. If they had landed even slightly off, right on his superior's head, his superior would have become a dead superior by now... and that still didn't count as direct murder?
The confidant: "..." Still, his superior really had survived until now. Could it truly be because Uzo had deliberately gone easy on him?
Irish looked as though he had already grasped the rules. "In short, as long as we behave as law-abiding, honest passengers, that guy can only stomp his feet in frustration behind the scenes. Do you know what screenwriters fear most? They fear lazy actors who refuse to follow their scripts."
Hashimoto Maya nodded repeatedly. "..." As expected of his superior—he made loafing around sound so fresh and refined...
But on further thought, though it sounded rather unreliable, perhaps this really was the best way to deal with Uzo.
With everyone making their own preparations, boarding time drew closer