Although Uzo himself had no intention of persecuting his subordinates and was even quite friendly toward them, his subordinates could not help overthinking things.
On Jiang Xia's way back from Hokkaido.
In Tokyo, two young women he had nearly forgotten were staying in a bare-bones Safe House, preparing for plastic surgery a few days later.
"No work, no job, no need to watch my figure, no need to worry about what comes next, because worrying won't help anyway..." Takamori Masumi flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling with a sigh. "I honestly don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing."
Unlike her carefree junior, Torimaru Naoko sat on the sofa beside her, scrolling through news on her phone. Through her clear lenses, she took in one shocking case after another, growing more alarmed the longer she read.
Ever since escaping from the police, the two of them had been hiding here.
During that time, Torimaru Naoko had expected her movements to be heavily restricted, that she would lose her freedom completely like a prisoner, and that professionals might even come to brainwash them... Yet none of that had happened.
Forget brainwashers—there was not even a single guard. Torimaru Naoko and Takamori Masumi had remained here entirely through their own self-discipline.
In short, apart from the plastic surgeon sending them some surgical precautions and occasionally chatting with them, everyone else seemed to have forgotten them completely.
Besides that, the only person from the organization who had ever contacted them was a highly mysterious woman—the woman had actually used a Voice Changer during the call to conceal her gender, but Torimaru Naoko had still picked up a few clues about her true identity from subtle shifts in her tone.
The mysterious woman had asked them