"I, a ruthless outlaw who killed without batting an eye, had actually become this pathetic, having to look over my shoulder just to beat someone up." The more Vodka thought about it, the more bitter he felt. "What the hell did that damn Uzo do to me?"
When you were upset, there was no need to panic. Just think about something else, and you would feel even worse.
"I wonder if we'll run into more trouble tomorrow." Vodka sighed and complained to Irish, "We should've picked a Safe House near a hospital instead of coming to this godforsaken place like you said."
Irish snorted. "Idiot. There are only a few rental places near the hospital. That guy could find your location with the slightest investigation—if you'd rather spend the day under his watch, you can go back anytime. I won't stop you."
"..." Uzo and his vicious-looking subordinates flashed through Vodka's mind. ...Forget it. Forget it.
Beside him, Irish lowered his head and glanced at him.
—Irish was happy to see Gin's lackey get put in his place, but compared to the others, there was little satisfaction in picking on a soft target like Vodka.
Besides, he had not sought out Vodka just to keep wasting time on the matter of "going to the hospital." In the end, Irish laid out his plan: "Since driving ourselves will get us stopped by him, we should do the opposite and do something an Organization Cadre wouldn't do—take a bus to the hospital."
"A bus? Are you cra... huh?"
Vodka initially found it absurd, but upon thinking it over carefully... he realized it was an excellent plan.
Compared to a sedan, a bus had wide windows, making it possible to jump out at any time if things went south. Besides, a bus carried