Miyano Akemi's Professionalism

The Black Sedan rolled over the dark pavement, passed through an iron gate mottled with rust, and drove into the factory yard.

Vodka parked in a corner and looked at Gin with a faint sense of sentiment—back when he had been Gin's assistant, he had occasionally felt the terror of serving a ruler as dangerous as a tiger. After all, Brother Gin killed without blinking and was cold-blooded and ruthless, casually going bang, bang with headshots... But compared with Uzo now, the boss was practically an angel when it came to his subordinates, the model superior one could only meet after accumulating eight lifetimes' worth of good karma. He had actually taken the initiative to block Uzo's ill-intentioned invitation to spar.

Honestly, when Vodka heard Uzo suggest that he "fight Cito," he had thought that this sinister new Organization Cadre, who was always eyeing his position, had finally shown his true colors...

Jiang Xia and Matsuda Jinpei got out of the car. The instant their feet touched the ground, they almost simultaneously looked toward the rooftops on opposite sides.

Gin noticed their scrutiny. His displeasure at Cito stopping his gun earlier had yet to fade, but there was now a hint of appreciation in his eyes—this was the caliber an Organization member ought to possess. The places Uzo and Cito had been looking at were precisely where the Snipers were positioned.

Harsh white lights slanted down from the rooftops on both sides. The Snipers were concealed in the shadows behind the light sources; under normal circumstances, it was nearly impossible for human eyes to pinpoint their exact locations in such an environment. If the Snipers had not previously sent Gin messages to confirm their positions, Gin felt that even he might not have immediately noticed where Chianti and Korn