Vodka: "..." He took back what he had said—if this kept up, that woman Chianti would soon surpass Uzo in how annoying she was!
Perhaps she had sensed his silent curse, because another message popped up at an unhurried pace.
Korn: [It's Calvados.]
Korn: [Where is this surveillance footage from? Has Uzo set his sights on him?]
Vodka: "..." So it really was that bootlicker.
Seeing Korn's second message, Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and gave a chilly smile. Heh, wanted to know? Now it was his turn to play coy.
He pressed the button, about to send an infuriating "Guess."
But at that moment, Chianti's message popped up: [Isn't it obvious?! Even if he hasn't set his sights on him yet, he probably will soon. Tsk, Calvados has no idea what kind of situation he's in. I need to find a way to warn him.]
After saying that, she tried to open her Mailbox. Before she could leave the page, however, a message suddenly appeared on the screen.
Gin: [Chianti, shut your mouth.]
Gin: [Or you can speak as freely as you like and let Uzo listen to today's performance.]
Chianti: "..."
...Gin?! Weren't you busy? Why were you looking at this slacking-off software? Get back to work already!!
Dissatisfied as she was, after grumbling to herself for a while and hesitating briefly, she ultimately gave up on sending the message.
—As an executive who had survived in the Black Organization for many years, her mouth was merely faster than her brain most of the time. It wasn't as though she had no brain at all.
Now that she had stopped to think rationally, the presence of "Great Detective Jiang Xia" among the crowd definitely wouldn't be all that weak.
A righteous identity like that was already likely to