Unfortunately, Gin did not think so.
He cast a nonchalant glance at the distorted, dripping blood on the white bathtub wall, letting out a hum of near-disgust, before turning a blind eye to the Black-haired man's desperate struggles.
I personally don't usually like slapping people." He showed a rare hint of regret on his face, his gaze sweeping across the man's face. "So I've decided to switch to a more efficient method.
As if understanding what Gin intended to do, the other man's gaze could not help but dodge: "You.. you.. whatever you want to know, I—"
"I don't want to know anything for the time being." Gin interrupted him calmly, her eyes possessing a cruel luster, as if a high and mighty Leopard was observing a rabbit in its final death throes.
Do you know? Actually, I quite admire you—" He grabbed the other person with one hand, his eyes darkening, "Even Rum wouldn't dare to move my people so brazenly..
Every word was squeezed out as if through clenched teeth.
He suddenly kicked over the coat basket that Nana had placed aside, then turned and shoved that unlucky scapegoat into the water.
The stillness of the water was suddenly shattered as a large splash erupted. Several crystal-clear droplets tumbled through the air, landing on Gin's pale face and leaving behind a trail of moisture.
My people—you think you have the right to touch them?!
The clear surface of the water quickly turned red.
The Silver-haired youth's calm voice took on a distorted tone for the first time, revealing an unmaskable malice and ruthlessness beneath its deep, mellow resonance.
What the hell do you think you are—!
The Black-haired man, being violently pressed into the water, struggled in pain; the potential a person bursts forth with at a critical moment cannot be underestimated. He thrashed desperately, kicking up countless splashes, a few of which landed directly on the hem of Gin's black coat.
Gin, who had always been somewhat fastidious, watched the Black-haired man's unsightly death throes without a hint of concern, his Green eyes tinged with a slight hint of madness, though his tone had returned to its usual calm.
“What a shame.. Shiratori Nana's family has run out of salt.” He casually wiped a smear of blood that was beginning to coagulate on the wall, counting the time silently in his head. He dragged the Black-haired man out and spoke with clear articulation, "But it doesn't matter, we still have plenty of time."
“Before I find out what I want to know..” the Silver-haired youth declared, like a demon whispering in his ear, "First, try to stay alive."
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Author's Note: (1) This seems to be a type of ancient criminal law.
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Chapter 78 Chapter 74 He will make his move at 7:35..
Nana was a little worried.
Of course, she wasn't worried that Zhenjun would encounter any danger—the Black-haired girl had always believed in Gin's strength; nor was she worried about that Black-haired man who had been left behind and clearly wouldn't have a good end—she wasn't that tolerant.
She was just a little worried about Zhenjun's condition.
With the scene at home in such a state, it was obvious that the Police would eventually come to take over. If nothing unexpected happened, that Black-haired man would also likely be sent to the hospital—he was clearly severely injured.
It would have been fine if the people in the hospital hadn't noticed, but Yaji.. I don't know what Zhenjun told him, but the Silver-haired youth actually chose to ignore that person as well.
His gaze drifted uncontrollably toward his Boyfriend.
The Silver-haired youth clearly misunderstood her meaning. Taking advantage of the medical staff's lack of attention, he nimbly slid over and cautiously embraced Dan Nani, patting his shoulder unskillfully while trying to comfort him with a lighthearted voice, "It's okay~"
Nana could faintly sense his lingering fear.
She suddenly was no longer afraid.
Do I look.. a bit disheveled?" The Black-haired girl's voice was soft, gentle, tender, carrying a tenderness like the wind and a dazed confusion like the mist. "Am I very ugly?
A little bit.." Yaji rubbed his chin against the soft hair of the girl in his arms, speaking sweet words, "But you aren't ugly..
"You are the most beautiful—" Perhaps, it didn't quite count as sweet talk.
“Nonsense.” Nana lowered his eyes, refuting him slowly.
I'm not lying to you." The Silver-haired youth carefully touched the wound on her forehead, his eyes filled with clear heartache—and sincerity: "In my heart, Nana is the most beautiful.
It was the truth.
The staff member, who was trying their best not to be a third wheel, took a moment during their busy work to steal a glance at the young couple, offering them a kind smile.
Nana lowered his eyes, suddenly feeling an impulse to cry.
She didn't cry when she was being beaten, she didn't cry when she was rescued, she didn't cry when Zhenjun appeared, she didn't cry when she thought she had gone deaf in her right ear.
But now, she suddenly felt a profound sense of grievance, so much so.. that she desperately wanted to cry.
“Nana—!” The world before her was a hazy mist, only the youth's green eyes were clear and bright, like the stars. She saw the youth asking her in a frantic manner, "Did I.. did I say something wrong?"
You didn't say anything wrong.. You are wonderful.
That's great.
She suddenly thought of what Gin had told her before leaving—"If you feel you can trust him, then tell him part of your experiences."
“You can't hide it from him forever.” The Silver-haired youth's gaze seemed capable of seeing into one's soul, but as he finished, his features softened slightly. “Of course, except for my part.”
She thought dazedly: Zhenjun is right—I.. I can't hide it from him forever.
I also can't bear to hide it from him forever.
It's nothing.." Nana tried his best to make himself look less pathetic: "I'm fine.. I just have some things I want to tell you.
In a few days.. I'll tell you..
I will tell you once this matter has come to an end.
..
Gin is not a professional interrogator.
Everyone has their specialty, the Black Organization naturally has people in charge of matters like punishment. All he needs to do is decide whether to kill or not—or, if he truly loses her patience, to simply take action herself.
However, for various reasons, he still possessed some knowledge in this area and did not mind "practicing" it.
Generally speaking, he preferred efficient methods—it could only be said that life was always full of surprises.
The youth's fingers were long and beautiful, with well-defined, rounded knuckles. His fingertips and the webbing between his thumb and index finger bore thin calluses from holding guns and knives, which, combined with his fair skin and perfectly manicured nails, made him look like a exquisite work of art.
Beneath the work of art was a head covered in blood and a sticky mixture of sweat and physiological tears.
“You can speak now.” The sharp as a blade aura in Gin's eyes did not diminish, his voice was low and mellow, yet to some, it was no less terrifying than a midnight death knell.
The Black-haired man clearly no longer had any intention of resisting him, his pitch-black eyes filled with terror toward the Silver-haired demon before him. He trembled as he tried to steady his balance: "What.. what do you want to know?"
“Your codename?” Gin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, choosing instead to ask the most obvious question: “Don't tell me you don't have a codename.”
He did not think the person behind the scenes would be foolish enough to send someone who didn't even have a codename—even if it wasn't to deal with him personally.
“Malibu,” the Black-haired man replied, his voice hoarse as he took a deep breath.
Gin twitched her facial muscles, feeling a slight sense of nausea.
Very good, by the looks of it, he won't want to go to Malibu for a vacation for a few years.
But.. Malibu.. Rum?
He did not ask his suspicion directly; instead, he casually flicked away some of the blood covering his hands—some of it splattered onto Malibu's face, but the latter remained silent in response to such an obviously contemptuous gesture.
“Why did you find this place?"
Actually, Gin already had the answer to this question—he just wanted to see if this person would tell the truth.
Come to think of it, this was his oversight.
“The day before Rye returned to the country, you drove recklessly to get here.. After Rye returned, the incident involving Scotland occurred..” Malibu said haltingly. The prolonged blood loss and drowning made his voice sound as if it had been strangled by the Grim Reaper; even a violin string sawing through wood wouldn't sound as harsh as that.
As expected..
To avoid raising suspicion, his contact with Nana was exceptionally cautious, but that one time was an exception.
At the time, he initially thought something had happened to Nana, so he sped recklessly—he even racked up quite a few traffic tickets afterward, though he had his Subordinate handle them; later, he was so distracted by Shiratori Midori's Belongings that he forgot to wrap things up.
This time.. he had implicated Nana.
The moment this fact presented itself before him, the Silver-haired youth's gaze wavered, a surge of unprecedented feelings welled up in his heart—a sensation both sour and swelling, as if he were being enveloped by a thin, fine net.
He did not know that this feeling was called "guilt."
Perhaps it was because he rarely felt Guilt.
It wasn't that he didn't make mistakes; it was just that even when he did, he acted as if it were only natural, he rarely felt such profound Guilt.
After years of clashing blades and flashing steel, whether through deliberate design or by accident, he had "trapped" many people, the consequences caused by the unique nature of his profession were far more significant than just a few lives lost.
But he had never felt such true feelings of Guilt.
However, this time, it was merely a little girl in danger, it hadn't even resulted in any serious consequences—yet it actually made him feel "guilt"?
Even.. he actually needed to vent this irritability onto others.
Malibu sized up the silver-haired youth before him, who seemed invulnerable, his eyes flickering slightly.
Gin did not reveal much emotion; he simply took a deep breath, struggling to calm himself, though his throat tightened uncontrollably. "Who sent you?"
As expected.
Malibu thought to himself: If Gin truly didn't care at all, how could he have asked that question so bluntly?
At this moment, it was as if it had become clear that the person before him was not so infallible; the fear that had been lingering due to the previous murderous aura and pain had miraculously subsided quite a bit.
The moment his sanity returned, he guided the Silver-haired youth with a sense of vengeance: "It's.. it's Lord Rum."
See, even the reason is already there.
..
Even the reasons were already in place.
Vermouth's previous probing, Scotland's associations, Rum's attitude toward Scotland's defection, Malibu's code name from the Rum organization.. one by one, these events surfaced in his mind.