New Equipment

From a corner a few meters away came the faint sound of laughter and chatter, as if someone were approaching.

Gin and Jiang Xia both glanced that way and said no more.

Understanding, Vodka finally got his wish and floored the gas. The car sped away into the night. Vodka tried to remain calm, but a relieved smile still crossed his stern face. The dashboard needle rose with the car's speed, just like his soaring mood.

"Doesn't like driving..." From the passenger seat, Gin watched the figures along the street rapidly recede in the Rearview Mirror and thoughtfully stroked his chin. Uzo's lingering trauma from witnessing the car accident scene a year ago still had not healed?

But not long ago, Gin had clearly seen him street racing out in the suburbs—in a sports car, no less...

Thinking carefully, though, Gin vaguely recalled that Uzo had seemed to be plotting against the owner of another sports car of the same model at the time... Could not even PTSD overcome his obsession with murder dramas? In that case, perhaps Uzo's psychological problems were not all that serious after all?

Gin did not know much about that sort of thing.

But he knew one woman who had gotten the relevant Certificate on a whim when she had nothing better to do. She would definitely know.

Come to think of it, Gin had assumed that, given Vermouth's recent enthusiasm toward Uzo, the appropriate treatment would have begun in private by now... Yet Uzo looked no different from before. That woman was far too inefficient. He needed to urge her again.

Besides, if Vermouth had the time, he could hand over the support role at the game launch event to her as well—since she was going to partner with Uzo, it would be best