It was too much of a coincidence.
He even thought mockingly: The testing of his Subordinate happened to occur exactly when he went abroad to carry out a Mission.. If he hadn't returned early, what would have happened?
The irritation of having his Territory invaded and the shame of being fooled surged into the Silver-haired youth's brain simultaneously, to the point that he subconsciously ignored the wrongness of it all.
How dare he?
Nani-chan was not smart enough, not talented enough, sometimes so naive it was practically absurd, to the point where Gin often felt frustrated by her lack of potential—but even so, he had never hit her like this!
How dare Malibu?
How dare Rum?!
I can testify for you.." Malibu analyzed the situation before him rapidly in his mind. He didn't want to get involved in the struggles among the Organization high-level members, but at this moment, he had no other choice if he wanted to save his life: "Killing Organization high-level members without authorization.. even if it's Rum..
"Assassinating an Organization high-level member?" Gin interrupted her, her eyelids drooping.
“That's right.. I.. I could say that I was sent by Rum to kill you..” Malibu hurriedly thought of a pretext that might be acceptable to Gin, attempting to entice him with interests: “I can testify for you.”
Are you talking about perjury?" Gin looked up, looking at this man who was speaking recklessly with an amused expression. "Do you think Rum will let you off?
But you won't let me die.. right?" Malibu stared fixedly at the silver-haired youth before him, gasping for breath. "Rum's power.. is too great—
"Interesting," Gin remarked indifferently. He suddenly felt a subtle sense of.. schadenfreude toward Rum's ability to read people?
By the way.." Before the other could continue persuading him, Gin spoke nonchalantly, a hidden fury churning within his green eyes: "As a response to this plan—
Before Malibu could even rejoice at having escaped death, he heard a sharp "Sizzle—"
He belatedly felt the intense Pain slowly radiating from his brain, his eyes widening silently, yet he could not even let out a single scream, only able to stare deathly at the man before him who remained expressionless.
Slowly pulling the pen that had been thrust into Malibu's temple from behind, he twisted it with malice to deepen his deathly pain, while Gin watched the white and red impurities staining the extracted pen with an expressionless gaze.
I will make your death less painful.
..
Gin looked at the fountain pen in his hand with regret; the red and white on the nib emitted a nauseating stench. A drop of blood rolled sluggishly down the barrel of the pen before falling to the ground with a "splat," splashing into a tiny pool of blood.
The silver-haired youth took a step forward and turned on the sink faucet, clear water rushing out to wash away the filth on the pen and the bloodstains on his hands that were already beginning to dry.
He was also gradually calming the anger in his heart.
He turned off the faucet.
However, the rage in his heart did not subside; instead, it swirled within his brain with an even more determined and stubborn posture, leaving his entire being in a state of being awake yet irrational.
A thought, one that would never normally occur, surfaced in his mind, bordering on mutual destruction. Reason screamed in refusal—but at this moment, the so-called power of 'reason' was simply too weak.
Gin washed his face without a word, the moment he looked up, his green eyes met his reflection in the mirror, both of them seeing madness in each other's images.
He curled his lips into a smirk.
Then he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his mobile phone, dialed a number. After only a few rings, a response came from the other end of the phone.
The voice on the other end, filled with a mix of surprise and teasing, caused not a single ripple in his heart.
Gin spoke calmly and coldly, realizing for the first time that he actually possessed a sense of defiance—though at this moment, calling it revenge would be more appropriate: "Heine, inform Rye about Scotland."
"What's wrong? Do you want Rye to take action? Hasn't this matter already been handed over to Cavendish?" A sound like "crunching" seemed to come from the other side, Heine's voice sounded lighthearted.
"He's going to save Scotland." If Cavendish took action, Scotland would certainly die; instead, Akai Shuichi, acting as an undercover, could bring a glimmer of hope.
Even with the Plot flag, Rye is undoubtedly the best choice at this moment.
The man who had been talking incessantly was instantly silenced. After a long silence, he spoke slowly, his voice reflecting the seriousness and coldness of an elite of the Black Organization: "Gin, do you even know what you're saying?"
I know." Gin stared at his own reflection in the mirror, while the man opposite him gave him a mocking smile. "I also know that you will listen to me.
"Oh?" Heine put down the salty potato chips in his hand and sat up straight, his gaze heavy.
After all, we should probably schedule a time to chat about your little secret," he said softly, his deep voice causing a shiver to run through the air. "About Sheila's little secret.
The man's face darkened. "What do you know?"
More than you can imagine. We can have a chat about this after this is over." After threatening the other party, Gin began assigning the mission as if it were his due: "Cavendish likes the number seven. If nothing goes wrong, he will make his move at seven-thirty-five.
The silver-haired youth glanced at the pure black Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, the luxury watch gleaming with a metallic luster under the light. "There is less than two and a half hours left. Make haste."
Heine, on the other end of the mobile phone, fell silent for a moment, before letting out a single word: "Damn!"
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Author's Note: (1) Malibu is both a brand of Rum and a beach in California.
"Nani isn't smart enough, lacks talent, sometimes is simply naively bizarre"—this was from Gin's perspective, while Nani girl expressed: QAQ
People who receive a codename are generally not incompetent, so I try not to make them appear too brainless. Here, Malibu was intentionally misleading Gin, but unfortunately, he miscalculated, in the end, he still failed to escape.
Gin would not have believed him so easily, but he himself was somewhat out of sorts due to Guilt, after hearing Rum's name, he wanted to vent, so he believed him subconsciously.
Generally speaking, Gin would not involve himself in Scotland's business (the reason for which I have already explained), otherwise it would be out of character..
This time, he was provoked by this matter, his entire being was in an irrational state. His actions were essentially driven by a combination of a sense of retaliation, rebellion against the Black Organization, anger—which is why he acted. However, even so, he did not act directly, but instead used Heine to indirectly manipulate others.
Even if something goes wrong, he can't be blamed for it.
Heine.. Damn!
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I took a quick look at a few comments from the previous chapter; girls, please pay attention to the HX issue! At first, I also wanted to write it a bit more.. but then I gave up on that idea (Poor me, I've already written two thousand words of the Punishment Room plot; oh well, maybe I can edit it and use it later QAQ).
As for the update schedule:
I've been very busy lately.. I estimate there are two competition-style events, there are also club activities on the weekends. The day before yesterday, I was already dragged away by Senior to serve as extra manpower..
So I really can't guarantee updates lately.. I can only say that I will do my best.
My personal plan is to try my best to finish the second volume before May.. Speaking of which, I originally only wanted to write a novella QAQ. Why did I cut part of the outline and still have so much content left QAQ?
Chapter 79 Chapter 75 Heine thinks: When he was stinging the other party..
Gin remained noncommittal regarding Heine's turbulent emotions. He hung up the phone, frowning as he surveyed the restroom, which looked like a murder scene—or rather, it already was one—while deeply contemplating a question.
Should he clean it up or not?
Gin himself had never done such things before; ever since he had taken his position among the High-level members, he had always focused on the killing rather than the cleanup, since he always had subordinates to help him clean up. However, considering Nana's endurance and the possible arrival of the Police..
He clicked his tongue softly, but he did it anyway.
..
Heine let out a soft click of his tongue, his beautiful, soulful blue eyes staring intently at the mobile phone in his hand, which had already gone silent, feeling a wave of exhaustion.
"Damn it!" he cursed again.
However, despite his cursing, he still had to do what needed to be done. It had to be said that Gin had grasped his weakness, leaving him with no choice but to submit.
To be honest, Heine and Rye didn't have much overlap, making the other believe his words wasn't easy—but for Heine, who had run away from home at a young age and struggled through the underworld to become a high-level member of the Black Organization, it wasn't as difficult as one might imagine.
After settling everything, Heine finally breathed a small sigh of relief, then couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.
He pondered the amount of information revealed in Gin's words, his eyes flickering with a hint of subtle cunning. "It seems Rye is also an undercover agent? But which side is he on, exactly?"
Gin clearly knew but wouldn't say it, it was hard to tell what he was planning.
But then again—
It's getting.. more and more interesting.
In essence, the playboy who thrived on chaos was looking forward to the show. He leisurely picked up some potato chips, his originally gloomy eyes cleared up once again.
He knew in his heart that he had likely caught Gin in a compromising position, so he was no longer as irritable as before.
Unconsciously looking up at the wall clock on the white wall, Heine vaguely felt that something was wrong..
After a three-second pause, those beautiful Blue eyes suddenly widened: "Wait.. wait, it's clearly—"
The second hand ticked steadily; the minute hand moved slowly; during these few minutes that passed, the hour hand's movement was almost imperceptible; the three hands formed a clear pattern on the sea-blue clock face with white borders.
Six forty-seven.
Heine froze for a few seconds before finally unable to help himself from bursting into loud laughter. His laughter was so clear and loud that it nearly disturbed Sheila in the Bedroom, causing his to poke his head out, his beautiful face filled with confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
It's nothing, it's nothing!" Heine responded loudly, the gloating smile still lingering in his eyes. He leisurely threw himself onto the Sofa, murmuring with a half-smile, "Gin.. you can't blame me for this.
..
By the time Gin had finally finished tidying up the "clutter," the sky had mostly turned dark, with only a faint, glimmering sliver of soft light remaining, marking the last traces of the sun.
And he also calmed down—at least, his rationality had returned. However, if it was something that could cause Rum some trouble, why not do it?
Gin frowned as he looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling a faint sense that something was wrong.
He raised his wrist, looking at the luxury watch on his pale wrist; the surface still looked familiar, however—
After six.. how is that possible?
How could it get dark so quickly?
The moment that doubt arose in his mind, the question was resolved.
Gin hurriedly pulled his mobile phone from his coat's inner pocket and lit up the screen. The standard i Phone time display appeared in the upper middle of the dark blue screensaver, with the date faintly visible below it.
19：06
The Silver-haired youth's heart tightened as he suddenly realized he had made a mistake.
At the same time, he also realized—
Heine, who had been coerced into wading into these muddy waters by him, would never take the initiative to correct this mistake.
Gin's expression was grim as he quickly dialed the number. As he expected, Heine had been waiting for this phone call for a long time.
The blonde-haired man's smile was unrestrained, as evidenced by the voice coming from the other end of the mobile phone: "You finally found me.. I thought you would be a little later~"
Gin had no time for idle chatter with him, as there was less than half an hour remaining. The Silver-haired youth's gaze was heavy, his voice was terrifyingly deep: "Where is Rye?"
How would I know?" Heine replied with a casual rhetorical question, then added with a beaming smile, "But looking at the time, he should be arriving soon, right?
Tell me," the Blonde-haired man said leisurely, his eyes, which were like pure spring water, faintly revealing a hint of malice, "will Cavendish wipe them all out at once?
"That's none of your concern—" The moment reason broke free from his anger, Gin no longer cared so much about Scotland's life or death, but—