The car that had come to pick up Irish had seemed to be planning to stop right in front of them.
But perhaps because Irish was too close to the Police Station, once the driver inside got a clear look at the two of them, the car suddenly changed its plans and braked from ten meters away.
Through the car front window, Irish vaguely saw a short-haired woman in the driver's seat, and another wave of killing intent silently rose from him.
Seeing that he wanted to head over, Jiang Xia guessed that the car had come for him. He raised a hand and patted his shoulder. "See you in Tokyo."
He casually plucked away a large wisp of killing intent.
Irish had no idea what he had lost. He nodded at Jiang Xia, strode over, and got into the car.
Before long, the car turned around and drove off, gradually accelerating until it vanished from Jiang Xia's sight right at the edge of the speed limit.
Inside the car.
Irish glanced at Curacao, who was driving. Remembering how she had stopped so far away just now, he gave a cold snort. "I thought intelligence agents like you treated going in and out of police stations like coming home, that you had no fear of the police at all. I didn't expect you to be the one avoiding them. There was a detective standing beside me—if he noticed you avoiding contact with the police, we might both end up on the hit list. Or were you worried that I'd take you down with me before they silenced me, so you kept your distance?"
Curacao replied in an icy tone, "I haven't received an order to silence you yet."
*...Stupid brute. The ones I didn't want to get close to