But no matter what he was thinking inside, on the surface, Jiang Xia merely gave two low chuckles along with her imagination, considerately sparing his colleague any embarrassment.
Sure enough, the fresh aloe killing intent fell even faster.
He had thought this pleasant picking session would continue, but facts proved that an organization cadre's ability to readjust far exceeded ordinary people's.
Not long after, Curacao came to her senses and said in a low, rational voice, "You'd better put the gun down—openly shooting another cadre to death, even for you, can't possibly be allowed as infighting to that extent."
"What do you mean, even for me?" Jiang Xia felt she seemed to have some misunderstandings toward him. "Are my permissions in the organization really that high? You people clearly refuse to open anything up to me."
"?" Curacao's heart skipped a beat: what did Uzo mean by that? Did he know something? Had some useless idiot failed to withstand the pressure he brought and exposed those internal bounties and exchange forums?
This matter could not be discussed in depth. Curacao took a deep breath and switched back to the main topic. "Say it. What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing." Sure enough, Jiang Xia did not keep pointing the gun at her like some simple-minded villain on tv until someone else witnessed it.
He withdrew his hand. In the next instant, Curacao suddenly dodged aside, shifting horizontally to three meters away at a dazzling speed.
She gripped the gun on her body, only then finding a trace of sense of security. But when she looked closely and saw the silver, light-reflecting object in Uzo's hand, the space between Curacao's eyebrows twitched. "That is..."
Jiang Xia tossed the light "silver pistol" in his hand—though its shape was similar, a closer look made