"Akai Shuichi?" Gin instinctively showed a look of disgust, but after connecting the cause and effect, he quickly sneered, a trace of schadenfreude appearing in his eyes. So that was what "the gun's source is absolutely safe" meant... If that was the case, then as long as no living person witnessed the moment it fired, using this gun really was very "safe."
Gin: "..." No, he couldn't let this distract him. Even if Akai Shuichi was the one who got the worst of it this time, it didn't excuse Uzo's unauthorized actions.
But before that, something else caught his attention...
Gin looked back at the laptop, frowning at Akai Shuichi, who dangled unsteadily in midair.
Even through the screen, that convenient position and state made his fingers itch to stand beneath the Tower and empty a magazine into him—such a rare opportunity, such an easy target, yet Akai Shuichi had somehow failed to become a corpse left at the scene?
He had intended to voice that question, but just as he opened his mouth, a thought suddenly struck him.
Gin: "..." Wait. If he asked that, wouldn't it amount to tacit approval of Uzo's actions today? He would even sound like he thought Uzo hadn't gone far enough.
...That little bastard really was the same as ever. His actions looked casual, but his plans were meticulous. One arrow had pierced who knew how many birds, and he had even brazenly tried to scheme against Gin himself.
Now that he thought about it, tonight's incident had actually been a carefully orchestrated test. And with this precedent, given Uzo's audacity...
At that thought, Gin gave a cold snort and silently swallowed the question of why Akai Shuichi hadn't died.
He steadied himself and ignored the young colleague on the phone, who had