After perfunctorily exchanging contact information, Curacao glanced at Jiang Xia and could not help saying, "I thought you'd at least crush two rows of people here and lay down a bloody red carpet on your way off the plane."
Jiang Xia looked at her in surprise. "You're really brutal."
Curacao: "...?" And you had the nerve to say that to someone else?
"You seem to have some misunderstandings about me. I'm not some homicidal maniac. Today's accident was entirely Irish's doing. I even helped draw a lot of the media's attention away from him—otherwise, how could he have gotten away from the cameras so easily?"
Extracting Killing Intent was one thing, but Jiang Xia did not want this colleague to misunderstand him too much. He still wanted to see Curacao more often.
"As for crushing people to death during landing, I couldn't do something that brutal. It would cause a lot of trouble for the colleagues handling the aftermath. And when nobody dies like this, things are much easier to deal with—you see, apart from one unlucky actress, everyone landed safely this time. It's my favorite kind of HE ending."
Unlike Jiang Xia, who rather liked this new colleague, Curacao's impression of the colleague before her had clearly plunged straight to rock bottom.
She recalled the intelligence she had received about what Uzo had done to Irish, then looked at the innocent high school student before her, who kept implying, both openly and subtly, "I'm very good to my colleagues." She felt like she was about to forget the meanings of "safe and sound" and "HE."
Curacao remembered the awkward way Irish had been walking. "Can he still use that arm?"
"It was just bumped around a little. He's built so well that he definitely won't become disabled that easily.