As the plane lined up with the runway, in just a few short seconds, Hashimoto Maya's tension vanished from his face. The iced black tea-scented Killing Intent drifted up again. But this time, it was not the self-preserving Killing Intent stirred up by the mastermind behind the scenes. Instead, it was somewhat like the ever-present aura of Gin and Vermouth.
"!"
Jiang Xia nodded approvingly. So much potential. As expected of me—I really have an eye for talent.
Jiang Xia: "..." Come to think of it, he wondered what his other underling was doing right now. Okiya Subaru really should come observe and learn. It would be best if he could develop this kind of ever-present Killing Intent too.
Thinking of his former underling wrapped from head to toe in cotton-candy Killing Intent, Jiang Xia felt a trace of anticipation. Unfortunately, changing that sort of personality seemed like it would still be a long road.
A red warning suddenly flashed across the dashboard.
"We're out of Fuel." Hashimoto Maya actually remembered that he was teaching someone to fly. After saying that, so as not to affect the pilot's mood, he added, "But it doesn't matter. We're landing anyway. The fact that the Fuel lasted until now before running out is already beyond expectations—come on, we have to make this work on the first try."
Jiang Xia glanced at his smooth, flowing operations from the co-pilot's seat. "..." The co-pilot's seat looked pretty interesting too.
But seeing Hashimoto Maya looking determined to die before taking the main pilot's seat, Jiang Xia decided not to fight him for it. He could find another plane to fly another time.
He nodded, adjusted the plane, and sent it diving down in a thrilling plunge.
On the "runway" below.
Inspector Megure got out of