I seemed to see a colleague when I passed by the police station a few days ago.
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Author's Note: Thanks to Dibei Tiannan Little Angel for the nutrient solution, love you mwah~
Chapter 83: "How many jobs do you actually have?"..
I seemed to see a colleague when I passed by the Police Station a few days ago.
Huh? Who is it?
It seems to be Draman? But I'm not very familiar with him.
Scattered fragments of conversation drifted into his ears, Gin blinked, lightly shifting his gaze toward the car window.
The sunlight was bright but not harsh; the air was warm but not sweltering. The green leaves on the branches were so vibrant they looked as if they could drip with water, occasionally, a few small birds could be seen perched on the branches, letting out thin chirps.
As the sports car drove, these scenes flashed by in an instant.
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There was still not much news from Nana, Gin remained vigilant.
After instructing her not to act rashly, the Silver-haired youth did not close his mobile phone.
The lights were not turned on in the room. Even though sunlight streamed through the part of the transparent glass not covered by the curtain, providing a hint of warmth and gentleness to the empty Villa, this vast Villa, which was devoid of anyone except Gin, still looked gloomy.
Thus, in this gloomy hall, the light from the i Phone screen clearly illuminated his handsome yet somewhat pale face, adding a chilling and terrifying edge to his appearance.
He stared blankly at the mobile phone screen for a while, then casually set it down on the mobile phone, stood up to find another i Phone, used this rarely used mobile phone to enter the food delivery app.
In Japan, many food shops are located on remote streets, with some storefronts being pitifully small. Besides relying on word-of-mouth fame and reputation, many of these shops also establish themselves on specialized Food APPs. Such specialized Food APPs are often an essential guide for finding delicious food.
However, Gin did not want to go out; he only wanted to stay quietly at home.
So he ignored the pitifully lying there, waiting for its master's mercy, the Food APP, went straight to the delivery section.
A wide variety of lunch categories were clearly displayed on the Screen, some shops even went to the trouble of using different fonts—such as rounded, childlike lettering, elegant and beautiful characters like a gentle Woman, even some using stylish cursive to add a bit of popularity to their shops.
Gin ignored these superficial additions that meant nothing to him and casually clicked into a sushi shop. Her green eyes scanned the various food items for less than five seconds before her left hand had already decided on the takeout he wanted to order.
A medium bowl of Udon, a serving of Salmon sushi, Tamagoyaki.
While waiting for the delivery to arrive, Gin leaned quietly against the back of the sofa, looking at the files in her hands.
The words on the white paper were concise, yet the meaning of the sentences was expressed clearly and unmistakably. The person writing the report was a Senior member, naturally understood Gin's temperament to some extent.
Green eyes lazily scanned through rows of text, the indifference in his eyes having mostly faded, replaced by a hint of nonchalant leisure within his pupils. As time passed, he gradually became somewhat lost in thought.
Nana still lived in Niwang's dormitory. The relationship between the young couple was clearly somewhat subtle; without Kimie acting as his informant, he had become somewhat confused about the development of their relationship.
Don't misunderstand, Gin has no interest in monitoring the love life of a young couple—most of the time, Shimabukuro Kimie just takes it upon himself to report every little detail to him, he simply doesn't refuse.
Before Nana, the Silver-haired youth had never specifically looked after anyone—his childhood experiences aside, ever since he took his codename in the Black Organization, whether they were colleagues or subordinates, they were all capable fighters and tough individuals, regardless of their intelligence.
Birds of a feather flock together. — This ancient proverb from a country across the sea is not misplaced when applied to Japan.
The Black Organization does not practice any kind of gender discrimination, but it does practice discrimination based on ability, it is incredibly blatant.
For a talent like Gin, who stands at the top of the food chain, those with sufficient ability naturally do not require his cautious supervision, he has no interest in wasting time looking after those who lack it.
And those few who could claim any sort of connection with him were, for the most part, exceptional individuals in their own right.
Even back then, if Shiratori Midori hadn't been unlucky enough to run into Gin, he wouldn't have ended up as a perennial runner-up; even so, he was still far ahead of everyone else.
Nana is truly an exception.
She was like a resilient Shrike; although strong, clever, capable of reading the situation, in the eyes of a Gyrfalcon like Gin, she was still nothing more than a small, fluffy bird.
Of course, as she continued to grow, the Silver-haired youth, acting as both an observer and a half-guardian, felt somewhat gratified.
—After all, the Shrike is a carnivore.
Generally speaking, the people he could invest his energy into were all exceptionally outstanding, whereas for those who were not good enough, although he would still use them, he would not invest too much energy into them.
Except for Nana.
To put it simply, Nana's talent is quite good, but it doesn't meet her standards of vision.
This was exactly why he always felt such a sense of disappointment and frustration toward Nana.
However, no matter how much one feels a sense of "disappointment in someone's lack of progress," there must always be the emotion of "disappointment" involved, if one hasn't invested their heart and soul, they would never use such a word.
So, when this bird was truly about to be whisked away by some fox from nowhere, although Gin didn't say it out loud, his mood was still.. somewhat subtle.
It wasn't that he was unhappy, it was just that.. he wasn't exactly pleased.
From the very beginning, he did not oppose Nana finding a boyfriend—to him, a sex life was not a topic that needed to be avoided; as for emotional relationships and such, although Gin himself did not care, he knew it was a common issue for youths.
First, it was because one should experience many things when young, finding a boyfriend to experience romance would be quite alright; second, once she had experience, she wouldn't be so easily hooked.
And—
Gin still remembered Nana's state at that time.
She had poured almost all of her heart and soul into her Parents and Sister—which was not difficult to understand for Nana, who had just suffered a great disaster—and she was unhappy all day long, with a gloomy, cold light lingering in her Green eyes.
She was being too stubborn.
Before this gloom turned into malice, before this flame of revenge could harm others or herself, Gin did not want to watch Nana plunge into the abyss and become hopelessly mired in the mud.
She is not suited for this path.
If something could have distracted Nana back then, preventing her from unconsciously drifting further and further down that paranoid path, it would have actually been a good thing.
For Gin, the appearance of Niwang Yaji at that time could be described as being just in time.
However, now it is completely different!
Seeing that Nana had already adjusted herself, her relationship with her Boyfriend grew increasingly sincere as time flew, showing no sign of being just a "fling"..
Seeing that Dan Nani was falling deeper and deeper, with no intention of pulling back, the young couple showed no sign of breaking up after several years of dating, appearing as though they were set to be together for a very long time..
Gin was also speechless—this was nothing like what he had imagined before!
It had to be said, while in Nana's hospital room, seeing her hesitant expression because of Niwang, he truly could not say with a straight face that he was "happy to see them together."
To be honest, Nana and Niwang are quite mismatched in many ways, there are obstacles between them—the most obvious one being the secret that Nana has always kept hidden.
Now, she had to reveal a small part of her secret.
But to be honest, whether they are a good match or whether there are obstacles, none of it actually matters.
The love of youth is intense yet bright, like the fireworks at a Summer Festival, burning hot and brilliant; like a flame in winter, warm and radiant.
Even with hearts full of passion, they possess a burning fervor, believing they could move mountains and fill the seas.
However, reality often deals them a heavy blow.
He had seen too many dark sides, he had seen too many so-called "lovers" who fled in different directions when disaster struck.
But he also knew that not all youthful Love had to end without a trace, lasting together for a lifetime was not entirely impossible.
To be honest, if they were persistent enough, having a happy ending wouldn't be impossible.
And besides.. if they really broke up—he doesn't care about that brat Niwang, but Nana would surely be very upset..
Gin pressed a hand to his forehead.
To be honest, his feelings were truly complicated; he didn't want to see this little bird heartbroken and in agonizing pain, but if the two of them actually ended up together, he wouldn't necessarily be happy either.
Before he could think any further, the ringing of the doorbell echoed from the doorway.
Gin realized it belatedly.
Oh, the takeout is here.
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Takeout is convenient and fast, which is a good thing for the men and women of the new era—and it is even more of a blessing for those lazy people who don't want to move if they can avoid it.
However, having food delivered to your door inevitably means you will need to provide the other party with your contact information and delivery address.
After all, even with takeout, it's not like the steaming hot food will just go *poof* and land right at your doorstep.
Contact information is easy enough to arrange; after all, Gin has more than one mobile phone. Aside from the one he uses most frequently, the others can be replaced at any time—the cost of a new mobile phone is not even a fraction of his monthly salary.
Getting a SIM card was even simpler.
—His □□ were too many to count on one hand; he would likely need to add the other hand to try it out.
The focus, however, was the Address.
Gin still vividly remembers the takeout incident that happened at Heine's home. Although the final outcome was the delivery person delivering himself (his head) as the takeout, for security reasons, the villa under Heine's name is likely in a semi-abandoned state.
By comparison, a house would cost more than a hundred mobile phones.
Under normal circumstances, Gin would not order takeout to his actual home—moving was far too much trouble.
But this wasn't truly his home either—there was no sound of an Owl flapping its wings within the Villa.
Let him be lazy, Gin thought indifferently. Aside from "historical issues," he hadn't provoked anyone lately, so there shouldn't be any accidents—of course, if an "accident" was caused by a "historical issue," he would be more than happy to resolve it.
His luck shouldn't be as bad as Heine's; surely he wouldn't attract an Assassin just by ordering takeout?
Gin opened the villa's security door.
A familiar Voice drifted into his ears.
Hello, gentleman, this is your takeout.
His expression froze on his face.
The delivery guy in work uniform opposite him also seemed surprised to see the customer; his purplish-grey eyes widened, shock was written across his handsome face, the gentle smile hanging on the corners of his mouth stiffened as well.
After staring at each other for a long while, the Delivery guy adjusted his facial expression, attempting to face the malice of the Universe with a composed demeanor.
“What a coincidence—" Sunlight spilled over his blonde hair, the well-proportioned, slender youth smiled at the customer against the light—though the smile looked somewhat strange no matter how one looked at it: "Gin."
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—Let him be lazy, then. Gin thought nonchalantly that, aside from some 'historical issues,' he hadn't provoked anyone lately, so there shouldn't be any accidents—of course, if an 'accident' was caused by those 'historical issues,' he would be more than happy to resolve it.
—His luck shouldn't be as bad as Heine's; surely he wouldn't even attract an Assassin just by ordering takeout?