Under Vermouth's shocked and puzzled gaze, Vodka suddenly struggled a few times, then, his face full of unwillingness, thudded onto the table.
Before closing his eyes, he stared fixedly at Uzo, his lips moving as though he wanted to say something. For one moment, Vermouth almost thought Vodka would spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wah," then dip his trembling fingers in it and write a bloody dying message like "OUZO"... Fortunately, he did not.
—Unlike that savage expression, Vodka neither vomited blood nor died on the spot. After a brief struggle, the fallen executive had merely slipped into a peaceful sleep.
"..."
The private room fell deathly silent.
A few seconds later, Vermouth could not hold back any longer. She reached out and checked Vodka's breathing, then found that her assessment had been correct. That idiot had really just fallen asleep.
...So what exactly had happened just now?
Vermouth withdrew her hand and secretly glanced at Gin and Jiang Xia. One was still leisurely smoking, while the other was still crunching away at his fruit salad, both looking as though nothing had happened.
Vodka, collapsed beside them, was like a crookedly placed napkin. No one cared, and no one paid him any attention.
The strange silence lasted for over a minute, and Vermouth sat rigidly in torment for over a minute as well.
Finally, after finishing the last piece of fruit he liked and leaving the ones he did not like in the box, Jiang Xia set down his fork, closed the lid, glanced at Vodka, and clicked his tongue. "He still loves eating things carelessly."
"..."
Gin was speechless for a moment. In the end, he merely gave a cold snort, and his killing intent quietly surged. It was impossible to tell who it was directed