Although he had long guessed the general contents of the email, seeing the lines of text appear before his eyes still gave Vodka silent goosebumps, as though he were watching the most terrifying ghost movie.
He couldn't bear the burden of such a bastard colleague all by himself.
Thinking Like This, Vodka decisively turned to Gin. "Big Brother, he sent those threatening photos again, and he's asking for that little brother of his!"
Gin recalled Vodka's panicked shouting after receiving the last email, and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.
"Tell him that his so-called new little brother has nothing to do with us. Tell him to ask Curacao or Irish for him. Also, don't casually pick up all sorts of random people and bring them back. The organization isn't short on manpower to that extent yet."
Gin tapped off his cigarette ash and glanced at Vodka.
Seeing his driver clutching his phone with an expression that clearly said he did not want to reply, Gin immediately gave a cold snort. "Then I'll send the email. I'll faithfully convey to Uzo the blessings and joy you expressed when you just read his new script."
Vodka froze, then his fingers flew across the keys faster than he normally typed code. "I'll reply to him right away!"
Listening to the clattering buttons beside him, Gin silently exhaled a puff of smoke.
Ever since Uzo had begun to emerge, Vodka's work efficiency had been improving more and more. His old habits of being careless, leaving fingerprints and clues everywhere, had gradually vanished as well. He had become so cautious that he barely seemed like himself.
This made Gin ponder:
Although the death rate among those around Uzo was somewhat high, everyone who survived was either an elite or possessed some unique