"Irish?" Gin had not seen this colleague he rarely dealt with in quite some time, and he had been so busy that he had forgotten all about him. Only when Vodka brought him up did he remember that he seemed to have such an enemy.
He had not expected this guy to still refuse to give up... Gin frowned. Though he believed he had never left behind any leverage, having a pair of eyes eerily watching him from behind was definitely not a pleasant experience.
Since Vodka had nothing better to do, and Irish could also help divert some of Uzo's attention away from his subordinate, Gin said, "Then agree to it. Let's see what waves he can stir up."
Vodka: "All right, I'll reject him right—"
Vodka: "..."
Vodka: "?!!"
After giving it some thought, Gin casually added a few reminders: "He should know you won't treat him as a real ally, so you don't need to be polite—be smart. If necessary, it's fine to sell him out."
Vodka recalled Irish's terrifying aura and gaze. "But, Big—!"
Before he could finish, Gin, busy as ever, hung up with a beep.
"..."
Vodka stared blankly at his phone and fell into deep thought.
Elsewhere.
Irish watched from afar in the direction Vodka had left. Once the car hurriedly vanished from sight, he withdrew his gaze and let out a low, cold laugh.
"Although Vodka won't betray Gin for the time being, since I took the initiative to extend an olive branch, Gin probably won't mind sending him over to serve as an undercover agent."
Irish stroked his chin as he pondered, "No matter what Vodka's purpose is, as long as he stays by my side, his usefulness has already been achieved—Bourbon, me, and Vodka... the three of us will