Thud.
Curacao: "..." That bastard Rum—how far was he going to grind down his old subordinates just to lure in new ones?!
For one brief moment, she wanted to kick Rum to the ground, then stomp on him and empty a magazine into him... But after only a few seconds of indulging that fantasy, a chill suddenly ran down her back.
—Looking up, sure enough, Uzo was watching her with an indescribably delighted gaze.
...The confidant of the Organization's second-in-command betraying her superior from within—this was surely the kind of drama he would love to see.
She couldn't take the bait!
Thinking that, Curacao took a deep breath and tried to wipe away her dangerous thoughts about that bastard of a boss, as though trying to brush off the Puppet Strings that had stuck to her.
She composed herself and looked at Jiang Xia again. Neither admitting nor denying anything, she answered the question that heartless director had just asked in a businesslike tone: "That is classified."
But in truth, Curacao knew that Uzo was right. She had indeed come for that Gold Folding Screen.
—Of course, her target was not the screen itself, but a string of code secretly embroidered onto its back by a restorer several years ago, when the Mayor had sent the Gold Folding Screen out for repairs.
That well-regarded restorer had long since died with his entire family in an "accidental fire." Yet when their sole surviving "distant relative" went to deal with the aftermath, they had somehow failed to find what they were looking for.
Later, after extensive investigation by the Organization, they finally began to suspect that folding screen. However, after bribing a servant in the Mayor's household to confirm the situation, before they could make a move, the Gold Folding Screen was