Who Among Us Looks Most Like an Undercover Agent?

"Finally escaped."

Sitting beside Okiya Subaru, Irish felt an immense sense of relief.

Although the mission ahead was still extremely dangerous, at least he would theoretically have allied support from here on out.

So Irish gradually calmed down and focused on driving.

Of course, before that, he did not forget to properly "educate" the hostage he had taken:

"Squinty, I'd advise you not to get any ideas you shouldn't have."

"If I wanted to, I could take you out with one hand—"

"Understand?"

"Understood," Okiya Subaru answered timidly.

But where Irish could not see, his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

"One hand, huh. Heh."

Okiya Subaru glanced at his right hand, cuffed to the armrest.

"One hand really is enough."

When someone had suddenly pointed a gun at him earlier, he had still held some reservations.

But now, Irish had completely treated him as an ordinary civilian.

This guy had merely cuffed him to the passenger seat and taken no further measures to restrain him.

Meanwhile, with Lin Xinyi and Chris gradually catching up in pursuit, Irish could only devote more and more attention to driving.

It was no exaggeration to say that Irish was full of openings right now.

With one hand and one second, Okiya Subaru was one hundred percent certain he could take him down.

Not to mention that the handcuffs restraining his right hand were practically useless to him.

"You've grown dull, Irish."

Okiya Subaru's gaze gradually turned cold.

A faint killing intent spread through the car.

Yet Irish remained completely unaware.

He merely peeked at the situation behind them through the rearview mirror from time to time, as though he were intently searching for something, waiting for something.

Okiya Subaru's eyes grew increasingly indifferent.

It seemed that the next second, he would tear away his harmless