When Mr. Muruta finished speaking, his gaze suddenly shifted to Xia Ya, carrying a subtle meaning that was difficult to detect.
Almost at the same moment, Uzmi's gaze also turned toward Xia Ya, bearing the same implication.
Xia Ya felt both gazes fall on him at once. A trace of confusion surfaced within him as he furrowed his brow and lightly pressed his lips together.
He did not understand why they were looking at him. He tilted his head slightly to the right, his confusion unmistakable.
Seeing Xia Ya's reaction, Mr. Muruta and Uzmi's lips nearly curled upward at the same time into faint, knowing smiles.
The smiles were slight, yet filled with an unspoken understanding, as though both of them completely understood Xia Ya's confusion at that moment, as well as the deeper meaning behind their words.
The two men then gave soft chuckles, so quiet they were almost impossible to catch in the conference room. Afterward, they turned their gazes back toward each other, as if their earlier exchange had merely been a brief and amusing interlude.
Uzmi looked back at Mr. Muruta, his tone becoming more direct and carrying an urgent expectation.
"Then please come over as soon as possible, all right?" His voice held a friendly urging.
A clear smile formed on Mr. Muruta's lips, and he nodded crisply.
"Yes, of course." His voice carried firm affirmation. Then his tone paused slightly, taking on a trace of apology as he looked toward Captain Ramius and the others.
"Ah... actually, no one has been notified about my current situation yet. So I may have to leave midway through. I hope you'll forgive me for that."
Mr. Muruta's words revealed his actual circumstances. He was currently in a state of "fake death" and still needed to confirm matters