Jiang Xia shifted slightly, using his body to shield the strand of Killing Intent he had forcibly torn from Inozuka Saburo. Where no one could see, he rolled it between his fingers and studied it carefully.
At first glance, it seemed utterly ordinary. But when he examined it closely, he found that it actually carried the faintest trace of something special—a very, very subtle sweetness, like a tiny pinch of sugar dissolved in a basin of plain water. You would never notice it without deliberately savoring it.
Jiang Xia stroked his chin and made a professional assessment: "..." Not only did he look like Vodka and have a name like Vodka, even his Killing Intent was sweet. But since he was not the original version, the sweetness was alarmingly weak. Put him among a group of desserts, and he would look strangely healthy—so out of place. And the quality was a whole level below theirs.
Still, Jiang Xia found himself thinking: You really could not judge a person by appearances. Inozuka Saburo's two older brothers both looked like textbook Villains, yet all they had ever produced was slightly denser-than-usual ordinary Killing Intent. Who would have thought that this younger brother, who looked the most hopeless, had actually gone a step further? Human potential truly was unfathomable.
At the opposite corner of the room,
Inozuka Saburo knew nothing of the covert scrutiny. His attention was entirely focused on his idol and the shameless scriptwriter who was harassing her.
"Sure enough, no one who likes writing scripts is any good..." Inozuka Saburo muttered. Then, remembering something, he jabbed Kurosawa Kazuma with his elbow. "By the way, didn't you bring a video camera? Hurry up and film over there."
Hearing that, Kurosawa Kazuma casually picked up the video camera.
In Kurosawa Kazuma's eyes,