Tang Ze Zhao, who snatched sleep whenever he could and mortgaged his rest, sat in his bar with a newly mixed cocktail from Lavenza in hand, propping up his face as he thought.
As for Curacao, apart from her arrival dramatically brightening the visual palette and boosting Irish's confidence in a way unlike anyone else could, the most rewarding thing Tang Ze Zhao had found was that the bar's cocktails had suddenly become much more colorful.
It had been mentioned long ago that Tang Ze Zhao's bar collected the alcohol corresponding to code-named members by category. Once a category was unlocked, every brand within it could be obtained.
This had taken effect back when he first encountered Curacao. Now, although Curacao still did not know the truth behind the Phantom Thief of Hearts' abilities, she had basically become a member of their side. The shelves full of colorful, dazzling Curacao made the bar counter feel very atmospheric.
"Did you figure something else out again?" Setting down the shaker, Lavenza poured the second drink, garnished it with a slice of lemon and sea salt, and asked casually, "It's just a Coop rank-up. You should be used to it by now. Why are you striking poses over there?"
Tang Ze Zhao had suddenly run into the bar halfway through the group trip. More than half an hour had passed, yet he still had not said a word.
Lavenza had tried asking him a few questions, then tried mixing him some drinks. Tang Ze Zhao did not speak, only drank, giving no reaction whatsoever.
Tang Ze Zhao dismissed the Tarot card he had been spinning in his hand and looked up, his tone serious. "A Coop rank-up is indeed normal. I'm just thinking about some mechanical issues."
"What mechanical issues? Don't tell me