In the dark chamber of the Funeral Interest Shop, Sun Jack sat restlessly on his toes, waiting for Faxis's response.
Murders had been committed, and evidence gathered, yet the BCPD's promotion process still required procedures, almost making him vomit blood in frustration—the system was just too bothersome.
Now, mercenaries were hunting him everywhere. He dared not go home for fear someone would come knocking, so he had no choice but to wait here.
Anxiety drove him once more to reach into his pocket, preparing to light another cigarette, but the pack was empty.
An electronic cigarette was passed to him, and following the hand with its nails painted in rainbow polish upwards, Sun Jack saw the face of Si Ai. "What age are you living in, still smoking traditional cigarettes?"
"Old habits," Sun Jack replied as he took it from her, taking a deep drag and immediately starting to cough violently. "Shit! What did you put in the vape juice?"
