Uzo the Peace Ambassador

Jiang Xia looked at Vodka expectantly, hoping he would give off a little Killing Intent like before.

But nothing happened.

The Alcohol-flavored Killing Intent beside him actually increased instead—Vodka had shuddered just now and nearly driven the car into the river ditch by the roadside, as though what Jiang Xia had placed on his head was not a hand, but some kind of brutal meat grinder.

In the passenger seat, Gin honestly did not want to bother with such minor infighting.

He had also noticed Uzo's intermittent interest in Vodka, but for now, Uzo did not seem to be seriously trying to harm him. He probably just found Vodka's jumpy reactions amusing and wanted to scare him a little...

Still, Vodka was his most direct subordinate. And if this continued, the car really might end up in the river.

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and impatiently broke up the quarrel. "Take your hand off."

"Mm." Jiang Xia answered, but unwilling to give up, he gave Vodka's hat two more casual rubs. This executive clearly was not that strong, so why was he so cautious too? He only gave off Killing Intent toward Personas... Come to think of it, when Vodka confronted the Boss last time, driven by survival instinct and the urge to fight back, he had produced some vanilla ice cream... Was it because Gin was beside him now, backing him up, so Vodka thought he would not die?

After giving the order, Gin waited for a second and found that the car was still wobbling down the road in an S-curve. Uzo's hand was also still lingering reluctantly on Vodka's head.

"..." Gin's temple twitched. Seeing that talking nicely was useless, he pointed the muzzle of his Beretta toward the back seat and said in a