After staring blankly for a moment, the Old Hunter lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.
Squinting through the dim dusk light with his presbyopic eyes, the Old Hunter finally saw what Jiang Xia was holding, and his mind buzzed.
"Why are you holding a little bear?!"
And why was that cub being so obedient? Could it be... could it already have been killed too?
...No, looking closer, it seemed to have raised a paw toward its mother just now, looking like it desperately wanted to go over but did not dare move carelessly.
"Why are you still holding it?!" The Old Hunter's eyelid twitched wildly. "Hurry up and give the little bear back to her!"
Jiang Xia: "..."
Curacao turned to look and found that he seemed rather reluctant.
Jiang Xia looked up at the mother bear. Instinctively, the bear took a step back, but remembering her child still in the demon's clutches, she let out a low growl as though encouraging herself, then took two steps closer.
Curacao: "...??" Was this bear afraid of the broken Hunting Rifle in Uzo's hand, or was it afraid of Uzo himself? If it was the latter... that was not right. Why could even a bear sense how terrifying Uzo was?
Come to think of it, even a bear knows something that Bourbon—that idiot who spent every day with him—doesn't... Curacao's brow twitched. Once again, she realized just how bizarre her colleague was, and her resentment toward that mysterious dark-skinned man deepened once more.
*If Bourbon hadn't had nothing better to do than recruit Jiang Xia into that shabby little Detective Agency of his, Rum might not have noticed this newcomer so quickly. He wouldn't have gotten that absurd idea that "my subordinate's subordinate is my subordinate" and become obsessed with poaching