The Terrifying Utility Man - Please Vote

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While clearing away the bombs, Vodka keenly sensed a scrutinizing gaze, its presence incredibly strong.

He looked up warily, only to discover in surprise that the gaze did not come from Uzo in the car, but from the newcomer standing before him, who should have been cowering as he awaited judgment from fate.

Not only did Cito show no unease, he actually looked rather at ease. And his gaze was astonishingly similar to Uzo's: a little curiosity, a little appraisal, and an immense amount of hair-raising anticipation... Vodka's mind buzzed—this looked exactly like the expression Uzo wore whenever he looked at the "actors" he had chosen... What was this man, this man trying to do?!

At first, Vodka had actually felt a tiny bit of sympathy for this unlucky tool Uzo had taken a fancy to.

But now, all he could think was that birds of a feather flocked together—perverts really did only appreciate other perverts. Perhaps Cito, with his troubled past, did not mind being used as a tool at all. Perhaps, because he and Uzo shared the same ideals, he was actually enjoying it.

Right, they said pervert murderers often had tragic pasts, and Cito's history clearly fit the bill—his family wiped out in childhood, being forced to smuggle himself across the border, encountering a bandit leader with a violent temper who loved abusing his subordinates... Especially that Troupe Leader's "accidental death"—it was practically a blood-and-tears growth package tailor-made for a young villain, complete with a gift box for transforming into a pervert... That was how it always went in television dramas starring idols!

Just as he thought that, the man in black suddenly extended a hand toward him.

"!!!" Vodka swiftly drew his gun, chambered a round with a click, and pointed the muzzle straight at