Gin: Refusing to Cultivate Poison

"Uzo?" Gin immediately understood what Vermouth meant.

He sneered, with a trace of undisguised schadenfreude. "You'd better stay away from their battlefield. Bourbon has been surrounded by the police several times these past few days, and some people who have influence with the police have been reporting him for illegal activities one after another—apparently, the local officials are already drawing up plans to rescue him or silence him if he gets arrested."

"...Is that so?" Vermouth, however, recalled what had happened at Aoi Inn.

Someone had hanged themselves in Jiang Xia's room, someone had been Peeping in Jiang Xia's room, Jiang Xia had been forced to sleep on the floor in Bourbon's room in the middle of the night, and someone had impersonated Uzo to spread rumors about the "Murder Game"...

It felt like Uzo was still managing well enough, but perhaps not as easily as Gin claimed.

Still somewhat worried, she insisted in a tone of casual amusement, "Then I need to go and have a look all the more—young people are easily impatient. What if, at a critical moment, he puts himself in danger just to beat Bourbon and takes unnecessary risks? Then the show won't be any fun to watch."

"Impatient?" Gin tapped the ash from his cigarette into the car's Ashtray, glanced sideways at Vodka, then thought of Vermouth. "You're the one who'd make him impatient if you went. A ready-made 'weapon' delivered right to his door—he'd probably be delighted to use you against Bourbon."

Vermouth had a punchable way of speaking and never followed orders. But in certain situations, she was extremely useful, and she was someone That Gentleman valued.

Gin neither wanted to see her inexplicably become cannon fodder, nor wanted Vermouth to become cannon fodder and provoke That Lord's wrath, causing Uzo to