—With that creepy, hateful gaze gone, she could finally pick a victim in peace.
Curacao huddled in a corner where Jiang Xia couldn't see her and happily selected "President Daimon," as if she could already see an Uzo Coin landing in her account with a ding.
But when she tapped the screen and lifted her finger, the usual click sound failed to play.
"?" Curacao instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Frowning, she took a closer look and noticed a small "betting closed" label in the upper-right corner.
—The betting period had actually ended.
"..."
"???"
An Organization Cadre gripped her phone tightly, as though she could feel an intense wave of malice and deliberate targeting.
—She had finally found a sure bet, finally had a chance to add something to her meager account, yet because Uzo had suddenly greeted her, she had missed the deadline?
For a moment, an indescribable emotion welled up inside her—the fury of hearing coins clink into her pocket, only for them to grow legs and hop away.
"What do these two mean?" Curacao radiated a faint scent of aloe. "What do they mean?"
One had interrupted her bet, while the other had closed the betting window at just the right time. After staring silently at the cold interface for a moment, Curacao gritted her teeth and opened Vodka's chat window.
—She didn't dare settle the score with Uzo, but did that mean she didn't dare settle it with him?
Meanwhile, Vodka received the message. "..."
He read Curacao's accusations back and forth three or four times before finally understanding what she meant. "Uzo and I are in cahoots? Are you crazy, or am I??"
Still, Curacao's claim made Vodka's heart skip a beat, and he began to wonder whether this so-called "coordination" was