The café across from the hospital.
Jiang Xia stirred the melted whipped cream coffee in front of him, gazing across the street at the building opposite as he happily harvested today's share of vanilla ice cream.
As he watched the ghosts moving Killing Intent back and forth with satisfaction, his phone suddenly vibrated with an incoming call.
"Gin?" Jiang Xia answered cheerfully, his gaze falling on a black car blending into the traffic at the street corner. "I think I saw you. Want to come upstairs for some coffee? My treat."
The moment he finished speaking, the already dense Alcohol-flavored Killing Intent inside the car slowly surged, becoming even richer and more mellow.
Gin had been short an assistant these past few days, so his workload had naturally grown heavier. He was carrying out a mission nearby today, only to find his way back blocked by police cars.
The blaring Police Sirens were clearly not a pleasant experience for an Organization Cadre who valued mystery and discretion.
Gin could not help frowning. But as an experienced outlaw who had long operated in Tokyo, he did not recklessly force his way through the checkpoint. Instead, he observed the situation first.
Before long, Gin realized that the police were not searching for someone on the road. They were heading for Beika General Hospital nearby.
And if he remembered correctly, according to Vodka's incessant daily real-time reports... that idiotic assistant was currently hospitalized there.
Gin: "..."
There was no evidence, but his instincts told him that this probably had something to do with Vodka, who was plagued by Uzo.
The Black Organization had eyes and ears everywhere, and the diligent reporters had already begun broadcasting the hospital's developments in real time. Gin easily figured out the current situation.
Upon hearing several keywords—"robbers,"