A sniper without a gun? Amuro Tooru couldn't make sense of such a bizarre situation no matter how hard he thought about it.
Calvados, meanwhile, was puzzled by something else. He eyed Amuro Tooru suspiciously and cautiously asked, "Could it be that you... like Vermouth?"
Amuro Tooru: "???"
A few curses flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath and swallowed them, then countered in a way that might make the other man reveal more: "Why would you say that?"
Calvados: "..." The last time I ran into you, I lost the custom pistol I'd had made as a gift for my goddess. This time, I ran into you and my Love Chocolate was destroyed in a fire too... Such underhanded competition tactics were utterly disgraceful.
Under normal circumstances, Calvados would have punched him already. But he was now utterly exhausted, so he merely spat out a vicious curse: "That goddess would never look twice at someone like you. You'll never get what you want!"
Amuro Tooru: "..." Well, thanks for that. But could you say something useful? Why did you think I liked that Thousand-Faced Witch who treated human lives like dirt?
While the two Organization Cadres carried out their pointless exchange.
Downstairs.
Jiang Xia was in an excellent mood as he gathered up a huge clump of Killing Intent. At the same time, he picked out some fresh Killing Intent and waved it before the Snow Woman. "Do you like it?"
The Snow Woman raised a sleeve to wipe her mouth, then gave a reserved little nod.
Jiang Xia lowered his voice. "Sign the Contract, and you can have as much as you want."
The Snow Woman waged an intense internal battle. A minute later, she ultimately shook her head firmly.
Jiang Xia: "..."
Ghosts having too