Vodka: "..." I stood by the door because I didn't want to get dragged into the dispute. Why was I still getting yelled at?
...Forget it. With that thing beside Bourbon, this was perfectly normal.
Thinking like this, Vodka immediately felt justified. "Didn't you fail to stop her too?"
Amuro Tooru: "..."
No matter how much they fought amongst themselves, they still had to solve the problem.
Soon, amid the rich coffee flavor drifting through the air, the group rushed downstairs.
Compared with Vodka, who was slacking off, Irish was far more proactive—no matter how he looked at it, this amnesiac woman was suspicious from head to toe. If they simply let her run away, the intelligence that was almost within reach might vanish again.
With that in mind, he quickened his pace and soon caught up with the woman clattering about in high heels, under Vodka's admiring gaze.
The next instant, the sound of an engine suddenly rang out beside them.
Irish and Tachibana Mayonaka's ears twitched, and they spun around sharply to see a sedan dart out from nowhere. The car was moving at tremendous speed. Seeing people ahead, it not only failed to slow down, but instead slammed the accelerator to the floor with a screech and charged straight at them.
Irish: "..."
He cursed inwardly, yet for some reason, he wasn't surprised. As an agile Organization Cadre, of course Irish wasn't going to get run over by a car that had suddenly appeared. He kicked off the ground hard and dashed across the path.
At the same time, Tachibana Mayonaka, who had nearly been hit alongside him, changed expression. She pushed off the ground and flipped through the air, likewise dodging the impact smoothly.
The driver of the car froze at the sight. After hesitating