"Someone was being murdered in the neighboring yard, Uzo set a ladder against the wall, and without even thinking, I climbed right up and happily clung to the top to watch..."
The happier he had been while enjoying the show just now, the more painfully he crashed afterward.
But Vodka dared not voice his anger. He had made such a huge mistake—unforgivable! Strictly speaking, if someone else had made that blunder, he would have been opening Champagne on the sidelines and mocking them for not understanding Uzo.
"I need to reflect deeply." Vodka sighed heavily, full of both regret and relief.
"Still, Curacao was pretty loyal. If she hadn't suddenly sent me a message blackmailing me for ten Uzo Coins, I probably wouldn't have noticed the police's movements so quickly."
"Although I installed motion sensors at the main entrances and exits of that building, and they would alert me whenever someone entered... if I'd waited until the police entered the building to notice them, my reaction time would have been shortened by over a minute. I wouldn't have been able to retreat so safely."
As he took out his phone and remotely destroyed those sensors, Vodka sank into a new worry. "I can't possibly really give Curacao ten coins. That would not only risk Uzo Coin inflation, but also lower that woman's motivation—what if something like this happens again and she doesn't say anything?"
But giving her nothing at all would be hard to justify.
After hesitating for a moment, Vodka repeatedly edited the number before entering "3."
"Three coins, then." Vodka nodded slightly. "It looks like quite a lot, but it won't actually go far—given Curacao's analytical ability, she should lose them all before long."
After settling the account, Vodka got into the car hidden in the parking lot