Gin glanced at the three people sprawled crookedly on the ground, then at their empty waists, and walked toward Jiang Xia.
After stopping in front of him, he silently held out his hand.
Jiang Xia put away his phone, turned to look at him, and slapped his palm in a high-five.
"..."
A rich scent of alcohol surged up at once. A blue vein bulged at Gin's temple, and he could only say to this idiot playing dumb, "Give me the gun."
"What's the rush? The gun isn't going anywhere." Jiang Xia calmly felt around in his pocket, took out a gun, and solemnly placed it in Gin's hand. "Here, keep it safe."
"..."
Gin tossed the gun to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot. "This isn't the toy I want."
Jiang Xia looked down at his shoe, somewhat suspecting that this executive, who always liked stomping on things, had secretly nailed steel plates onto his heels. As he wondered whether he should ask Professor Agasa to add a couple to his own shoes, he pointed at the people on the ground. "But these are the toys they were carrying."
Gin glanced at the three criminals on the ground. "..." Hmph. Sure enough, Uzo's earlier email had been meant to protect that lawless brat.
Still...
To be safe, Gin held out his hand again. "Give me the other two as well."
Jiang Xia looked up at him. "Didn't you say you didn't want toys?"
Gin sneered. "When they insulted you just now, they had Gunma Prefecture accents. They're that recent gang of Jewelry Thieves, right? I remember one clerk at a jewelry robbery scene died from a gunshot wound—so at least one of these three guns is real."
Jiang Xia: "..." You even have time to follow the