As Conan settled back into his seat, Vermouth's heart finally settled as well.
She glanced at the curly-haired man and quickly recognized him: if she remembered correctly, this was the subordinate Uzo had been training as a Double.
This guy is always quiet and taciturn when he's around Uzo, but once he's on his own, he becomes so sharp-tongued. And that innocent yet irritating look of his is practically identical to Uzo's... That kid really does have some unique tricks when it comes to taming people. Tch. Looks like I need to keep a closer eye on Cool Guy and Angel's condition. Fortunately, for now, Uzo still seems fairly friendly toward them.
Watching the disaster get so easily defused, then looking at Jiang Xia, she let out a complicated sigh of relief.
Nearby, however, the robber could not swallow his anger at the curly-haired one's leisurely demeanor.
Taking advantage of the moment when the two had moved away from the Ski Bag on the floor, he turned his gun toward them, intending to do something. But just then, another companion wearing a blue ski mask hurried over and grabbed him. "Forget it, forget it!"
Blue-Hatted Robber dragged his accomplice farther away and whispered, "What if something that delicate gets crushed when his corpse falls on it? Besides, we just reached a deal with the police. If we kill someone now and the police find out, they might change their minds at the last minute. That'll be trouble."
"...Fine." Little Red Riding Hood snorted. Then he seemed to remember something and gave a low, cold laugh. "They'll die sooner or later anyway. Waiting a little longer won't make a difference."
Nearby, Irish watched the two robbers whispering to each other, then looked at the Ski Bag lying neatly on the floor.