Chaotic thoughts flashed through Vodka's mind. For a moment, all he felt was relief: Luckily, sneaking around had become second nature to him lately—since he had been preparing to eavesdrop just now, even after hiding in the tool room, he hadn't stood out in the open. Instead, he had found a concealed spot and huddled there.
That caution had undoubtedly helped him immensely—the person transporting the body had come and gone in a hurry, and in his rush, he had genuinely failed to notice the somewhat bulky, strange shadow lurking in the corner.
The man tossed the heavy corpse into the Cleaning Cart, caught his breath twice, closed the lid, and casually pushed the cart away.
Once the footsteps had faded into the distance, Vodka finally let out a breath and wearily rubbed his temple.
"Close. So close. I almost got attacked because I stumbled into a body-dumping scene."
The Organization Cadre still felt lingering fear. I don't even have a gun right now. If that guy had a gun, a Chainsaw, or even a machete, he could pose a huge threat to me... Damn it, was this why Uzo had gone to such lengths to disarm me? What's even more pathetic is that Brother Gin actually fell for it and stripped me of my right to carry a gun...
"But then again, even if I had a gun and managed to kill him in self-defense, that might not be a good thing either." The more Vodka thought about it, the more his eyelid twitched. *Whether it turned into an excessive self-defense issue, or I made the news for killing a vicious murderer, it would be a huge headache for me... In the end, it's all that damn Dr. Shirai's fault! If he hadn't been so arrogantly slacking off, how