The Advantage Is Mine

A year ago in New York, Akai Shuichi had shot straight through Vermouth's shoulder.

Now, one year later, Vermouth had pierced his heart in a single blow.

Only, she hadn't used a gun.

She had used something far more powerful:

"Stop it, Rye Whiskey."

"Do you want Miss Akemi to hate you for the rest of her life?"

"She has already lost her sister because of you—"

"Do you want to take away the father of her child too?!"

With only a few words, Vermouth had left Akai Shuichi in so much pain he could barely breathe.

He couldn't even hold the pistol that normally obeyed his hand like an extension of his arm.

He could only stand there in bewildered despair, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the man Akemi had chosen.

That look was terrifying.

Like a rampaging Hulk.

But Akai Shuichi's rationality ultimately prevailed, and he began calmly analyzing the situation:

Lin Xinyi really did seem to be a good man.

Even though he had exposed himself as a member of The Black Organization.

Even though his "girlfriend" was the notorious Phantom Witch.

Yet judging by everything Lin Xinyi had done in the past, no one could say a bad word about him.

Not to mention his tremendous achievement of single-handedly lowering the nation's homicide rate.

Akai Shuichi still remembered that day at Tokyo Tower:

Faced with the bomber's moral blackmail, Lin Xinyi could have looked out only for himself and walked away.

But for the safety of Tokyo's twelve million residents, he had voluntarily remained in the most dangerous place.

Although Akai Shuichi later learned that Lin Xinyi had actually had a trump card like a glider at the time—regardless, choosing to stay beside a timed bomb had been extremely dangerous.

A selfish villain could never have