A dignified, cold-blooded Organization Cadre had actually fallen so low that he was being praised as a good person by a few bratty kids... Vodka did not even need to close his eyes to picture Uzo's teasing expression as he watched the show.
He quietly suppressed his Killing Intent and returned to the main topic. "Let's go. We need to get out of here as soon as possible."
As he spoke, Vodka judged the direction the three armed criminals were in and led the children the other way.
Yoshida Ayumi froze. "Um, Uncle, the people burying the body don't seem to be this way."
Vodka gave her a baffled look. "We're going this way precisely because they aren't here."
Yoshida Ayumi looked disappointed. "Can't you knock them all down like Brother Jiang Xia?"
Vodka: "..."
The scent of vanilla ice cream drifted over again.
Vodka said woodenly, "They have guns."
"Oh, I see." Yoshida Ayumi nodded obediently and did not ask any more questions. Yet when Vodka saw her expression, he somehow felt that this brat was secretly calling him weak in her heart.
I get it. Vodka cursed inwardly. Whether the kids around Uzo are smart or have any talent for crime, there's at least one thing they all have in common—every last one of them is infuriating! Among those unlucky murderers who ran into Uzo before, quite a few may well have been driven to it by these kids.
"I think I heard screaming."
The young female assistant's ears twitched, and she pointed toward one of the passages. "They must have gone this way!"
The female writer frowned in confusion. "But why would they scream?"
"Who knows? Kids are always making a fuss over nothing." The young female assistant spread her hands. "This underground cave is so