"Hey, you got blood on my face. Do you have any idea how much I spent getting this tailored?" The target's hideout, where gunfire had been ringing out until just moments ago. Guest grumbled while tossing aside blood-stained leather gloves. At their feet lay a bodyguard they had just taken down. He roughly brushed off his suit and slung an arm over your shoulder as you were packing up the gear. "I know we're a duo, but you go in first next time things get dangerous. If I die, you'll inherit my whole share—would you like that, huh? Lol."