Gin: No Perfect Subordinates

Tokyo outskirts.

Gin was checking the information he had just received.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he lowered his head and glanced at the screen.

The moment he recognized the string of digits calling him, the corner of his eye twitched.

...It was Uzo.

Ever since Gin had refused to give Uzo a list of assignments some time ago, he had endured a bit of harassment under all sorts of flimsy pretexts.

So now, while he was busy, this sudden call made his finger instinctively move toward the hang-up button.

"..." But on second thought, Uzo had been gradually changing.

Judging by how frequently "Jiang Xia" appeared in the newspapers, Uzo had not written any fewer of those flashy Scripts. But at least he had begun considering the organization's interests and had sent it some funds one after another... Never mind how much money it was—the change in attitude alone was commendable.

Besides, Gin recalled the recent reports he had seen.

Over the past few days, Uzo had been unexpectedly well-behaved. He had gone several days in a row without creating a single case.

Though Gin hoped that was because Uzo was preparing for the assassination of Schindler's president and had no time for anything else...

He could not rule out another possibility.

—Uzo had not encountered anyone interesting lately, so he could not put together a script that satisfied him.

...If it was the latter, Uzo loved causing trouble whenever he had free time. Especially after going a while without "solving cases," he was even more dangerous.

Gin glanced at his constantly vibrating phone.

If he did not answer now, then what if...

He fell silent for two seconds before finally setting aside his work and answering the call. "What is it?" he asked coldly.

"It's nothing major..." Uzo sounded