A common case of someone being threatened, then killing in anger.
Amuro Tooru had seen plenty of similar cases. After listening to the brief account, he did not pay much attention to it.
At that moment, his attention had already shifted to "Miss Takenaka" nearby.
—Vermouth's disguise today was suitable for going into a bar or strolling through a night market.
But standing here now, her outfit was truly out of place among everyone else.
Earlier, "Miss Takenaka" had felt a chill down her back and wrapped her coat tightly around herself, concealing her tattered, hole-riddled shirt. But the fishnet stockings and platform boots visible below still stood out sharply among the people in formalwear or ordinary casual clothes.
Amuro Tooru had noticed her while he was recounting his own experience.
And gradually, he realized that the way this woman was glancing at him from the corner of her eye... felt strangely familiar. Coupled with her tall stature and that uniquely malicious aura of the organization.
A thought flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind, and he suddenly had a guess about "Miss Takenaka's" identity.
...Could this be Vermouth?
Amuro Tooru: "..."
...If so, he probably knew why Jiang Xia had suddenly fallen asleep at the crime scene—Vermouth must have slipped him Sleeping Pills when the opportunity arose, or jabbed him with an Anesthetic Needle. After all, this was not the first time that woman had done something like this. Amuro Tooru remembered that not long after she came to Japan, she had a record of trying to abduct Jiang Xia.
"You still haven't given up." Amuro Tooru walked over to "Miss Takenaka," a provocatively malicious smile appearing on his face as he said in a low voice, "Didn't you get enough of a lesson last time?"
His instincts told Amuro Tooru