After thinking for a while, she shook her head and said, "... No, we fell into the hands of the police. Originally, Ken and I should also die."
"It's right that you're not angry. Otherwise, if you know that you have any problems with the organization's execution, you'll be the one that Nangong gives the order to kill the next time."
"... I know."
In the end, Wharton glanced at a little bird in his arms, which had just grown feathers. The little bird was wearing a pocket-shaped sweater, and its little head was circling around the people around it. It didn't bark.
"You brought them back?" Wharton asked, frowning slightly.
