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Several moments later,
In a car...

Second Person's POV

"Is your neck okay? Hips still hurt?"

"I assure you, it is not serious."

Your finger grazed against his bandaged neck. You stared at Kakucho pitifully. Because of the huge misunderstanding between Kakucho and Rai, he was hurt.

Rai didn't seem like she regretted her action. She didn't even bat an eye at Kakucho. In fact, this woman appeared so calm as if she never attempted to murder a Bonten executive earlier.

The green-eyed lady sitting on your left was looking outside the car window, enjoying the scenery to distract her mind. You sighed, looking away from Kakucho to relax yourself in the seat. The man was sitting on your right.

You had to sit between them so argument wouldn't break out.

"Seriously, Rai. Why did you do that to Kakucho? He meant no harm."

"But he was on top of you ! That is a dangerous position."

"It didn't indicate that he would do anything unthinkable to me. I appreciate your concern but you should ask first before resorting to violence."

"You were the one who told me to kill any assaulter on sight..."

Rai murmured the last sentence under her breath. You could hear her though. Immediately, you fixed your gaze at the blondie.

"Pardon?"

"You were the one who taught all of us to murder any assaulter on sight, regardless of their identity, status or gender!"

"Who is "all of us"?"

"Me and the people in your division..."

You choked on your breath while Kakucho decided to space out. He didn't want to partake in the conversation and rather listened to it quietly.

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