"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Angel Devil seemed no different from before the "draw"—still the dead-fish expression. With a sigh: "Living is exhausting. What's the difference between male and female."
Uh… you're… very philosophical.
Expression wry, he didn't know how to respond.
"Wait, wait! Don't give up like that!" The Hand Devil had thought it saw a sliver of hope, only to run into this lay-flat Angel. It hurried on, "Being male—being male has lots of benefits! Think about your usual pleasures!"
"Meh. Work every day. No pleasure."
Angel Devil seemed to yawn; with white fingers she rubbed her eyes. "Only sleep and ice cream make me happy."
"Besides, once you pull that off, you can't stick it back in, right."
"No! Mine—er, yours—can grow back if the lord wants to return it! Right, Lord Dick?!"
Panicking, it looked to the geoduck that had been silent for a spell. "My lord, say something, my lord!"
"It's useless." The geoduck sighed long.
It tapped the treasured blade in its hand. The mirror-smooth surface was now pitted everywhere—charred scars all over.
"Even if it's reattached, it'll never boki again. It's battle-damaged."
!
Su Tang felt like a cat absorbing ever-stranger knowledge.
With his high sanity, if not for fire-qi protection, his SAN would be dropping!
"It's over."
The Hand Devil's hope collapsed. It tried to clutch the last straw, mumbling, "Uh… even if it's battle-damaged, isn't it still better than, like, becoming female physiologically…?"
"Sigh. That's exhausting too. Forget it."
Angel Devil tilted her head and gave up after two seconds of thought. She shook her head. "Just finish it, Su Tang."
This…
His blood-red dragon eyes blinked.
A bit awkward.
Finishing the now-spent Dick Devil wouldn't be hard, but… to kill it, he'd have to first deal with the sword it was using to block.
Originally not a problem—but after what the Hand Devil said, he hesitated.
Wouldn't that be like cutting off Angel Devil's third leg himself?
Even if it was already a battle-damaged edition…
"Welp, if you don't hurry, people will be here." Angel Devil irritably touched the halo above her head, drew out a black longsword—
She really didn't want overtime. "Since Su Tang can't bring himself to do it, I'll do it."
With that, she threw the sword like a knife.
"Fifty years."
Hearing that flat voice behind him, Su Tang shifted aside.
A streak of black smashed into the "Angel Dick Sword," reducing it to fine powder in an instant.
Then, without losing momentum—and amid the Hand Devil's despairing scream—it turned the geoduck and the Hand Devil into the same powder.
Watching from the side, Su Tang couldn't help phantom pain.
That was… ruthless. Cutting off her own third leg, stone-faced.
And the destructive power on display…
He recalled what Makima had said when he processed Angel's transfer.
"If Su Tang-kun can 'train' Angel Devil, then take her and use her as you like. Don't be fooled by her usual look; within Division 4, her combat power ranks second."
He glanced at Angel again—still emotionally steady—or rather, still half-dead-looking. He dismissed the half-dragon form and returned to human.
Because people were arriving.
Straightening his clothes, he pulled his freshly issued Public Safety ID from his breast pocket and stepped forward.
"Hello, Public Safety hunters on an active mission. Please do not approach."
"Bzz-bzz-bzz—"
His phone rang. Leaning on the railing and watching the passing crowds, Su Tang answered.
"Hello, Su Tang speaking. Eh? Ms. Makima?"
"Big operation tomorrow morning? Six from Division 4 deployed? Denji-ko and Power are on the roster too?"
"All right, got it. I'll accompany as off-roll personnel. Mm. Goodbye."
Hanging up, he braced his hands on the rail and stretched his back.
The wind tugged his tie; his navy suit fluttered.
It had been over ten hours since the devil attack last night.
Public Safety had launched an overnight response and investigation—but not by Division 4. The six-person op tomorrow was clearly something else.
Also, the clinic, which had been set to open today, was delayed—unsurprisingly. Though the fight with the Dick Devil hadn't caused much damage—both were masters at control—there were ripples and cleanup to handle.
Probably one to two days.
Angel Devil would need evaluation in the meantime—body and mental—before her next outing.
As for Su Tang, he used the rare downtime to hit Tokyo International Airport.
He was meeting someone.
Valon had told him the plane carrying the top-tier bounty hunter he'd paid heavily to recruit was this very flight.
By the schedule, she should be here.
Female; blonde; red snake eyes; expressionless.
With the photos Valon sent, he scanned the crowd fast.
His eyes were sharp; her features were striking; he spotted the target immediately.
He walked up, held out a hand, and smiled. "Sawatari Akane?"
The woman nodded, glanced at his hand, didn't take it, and said simply, "You're Su Tang?"
Well then—asking for awkwardness.
He withdrew his hand, unbothered. "What did Valon bring you here to do?"
"Join a local gang. Build influence. Act as needed."
Her tone was strictly business—the hireling for hire.
Which matched his guess. Valon wanted to expand the Black Hand into Tokyo too.
Su Tang nodded. As long as it didn't interfere with work and talisman-hunting, Valon could worry about it.
Hopefully this underling would be reliable.
Not the kind who "never disappoints you—at disappointing you."
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