Gin pushed the chaotic associations out of his mind.
"..." It seemed that from now on, even missions assigned to Uzo's underlings had to be considered more carefully.
First, they couldn't be connected in any way to people the Organization did not currently want to touch—any connection was dangerous, like placing something fragile at the edge of a table. To normal people, a mission was just a mission, and a piece of porcelain sitting there was simply sitting there. No one would think too much about it. If they happened to be careful, they might even move it somewhere less likely to be knocked over, keeping things stable and preventing accidents.
But Uzo was different.
This "Detective," whose mental state was somewhat questionable, would probably immediately notice the danger hidden within and begin anticipating the bloody, dazzling sight of that danger blooming.
...Judging from the listless state of those Ghost Tiger Society members in the newspaper, along with the information that Uzo had personally gone to become a "hostage," the remnants of the Ghost Tiger Society had probably taken quite a beating yesterday. After all, the assassination that should have happened had been forcibly stopped. Uzo's dissatisfaction had likely all been redirected onto them.
Beika Town.
Jiang Xia had no idea that his image had once again been freely distorted.
After completing his daily act of acting righteously, he continued handling those seemingly ordinary commissions.
During that time, perhaps because Jiang Xia had truly been a hostage in danger, or perhaps because no one had actually died in this incident... the elusive Amuro Tooru showed up again.
Amuro Tooru briefly observed Jiang Xia, offered a few words of concern, added some new health tea to the shop, then silently left while Jiang Xia was not paying attention.
Jiang