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... r the incident, Vermouth gave Hayashi Yoshiki an address.
It was the safe house that Gin and the others used for recovery.
"How’s the situation?"
"I might be dying," Korn said, lying on the sofa, his body smelling of ointment.
This usually inconspicuous, thin young man placed his hands in front of him. Even now, he still wore his signature cap and sunglasses.
"Dying?" Hayashi Yoshiki looked at him, his face pale.
"The bullet hit my lung," ...
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