A faint glimmer flashed through his green eyes, which were as cold and deep as a frozen lake.
Eeeeee—
Thinking about it, if handled well, it seems like two problems could be solved at once.
Gin looked thoughtful.
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Author's Note: There wasn't a single English word in the previous chapter..
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Chapter 110: His Nemesis Said to Him, "GO..
After roughly realizing what the best solution was, Gin let out a soft sigh, unable to help but lament the fate that seemed to have been predestined by some unseen hand.
So this time, he would be the one to push things forward.
After all, by comparison, he hated passively waiting for things to happen even more.
Music still flowed softly through the living room. Not far away, an Owl was nonchalantly preening its feathers, occasionally taking a sip or two of water; its black eyes gazed eerily at its Master, its sharp beak twitched a few times, yet it made not a single sound.
Gin sorted the remaining vinyl records and placed them on an inconspicuous shelf in the living room.
After stepping back and staring at the pile of new purchases for a few seconds, Gin lowered his green eyes slightly, then turned and walked toward the Kitchen.
He was a little thirsty.
Although the new home was new, it had everything it should, including a kettle, a water dispenser, so on, ensuring he had hot water, cold water, mineral water; he could have whatever he wanted to drink.
But to be honest, he always felt that everything was a bit..
Too much of a coincidence.
..
The youth who had just finished washing his hair rubbed his still-dripping black hair. He wiped his face, his somewhat youthful features looking clean and handsome, with a slight dampness from his recent shower. Compared to the heroic and ruggedness of modern adult men, the black-haired youth seemed more toward the unripened—this was likely due to his baby face.
A little bit of red paint still remained on his black hair, a few stubborn strands stood up defiantly, looking quite obstinate. The youth gave a slightly childish sigh and began rubbing his hair vigorously in front of the mirror.
"Why won't it stay down.." he muttered.
"What can't be suppressed?" A sweet, clear voice suddenly came from behind, sounding slightly playful, as if a lark were hopping and chirping among the branches in spring.
It was clearly a voice that inspired goodwill, yet the youth was truly startled. He instinctively took a step back, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. In his panic, he even knocked over a washbasin behind him; the washbasin fell from the shelf with a "thud," bounced once on the floor, then landed upside down.
The black-haired youth's gaze suddenly turned sharp, but only after he looked up and saw the newcomer's face clearly in the mirror did he let out a long sigh of relief.
“Senior, don't scare me.." She complained half-jokingly, a hint of amusement appearing in her Obsidian eyes.
Did I scare you?" The black-haired girl blinked her eyes, a faint, gentle smile appearing on her radiant, flower-like face, as if cherry blossoms were blooming. "Or is it that you've done something wrong?
The black-haired youth [female] countered helplessly, "How could I?"
"Is that so?" The black-haired girl leaned against the door with her arms crossed. She wore a sharp, clean-cut leather jacket and white trousers. Although a trace of fatigue remained on her face, it did not diminish the sharpness and keenness in her blue eyes. Her fair, translucent skin seemed blessed by the heavens; even with dark circles under her eyes, her elegance remained breathtaking.
The Black-haired girl—Sheila—gazed at her junior with a half-smile for three seconds. "Then why.. did you suddenly decide to get a part-time job?"
As soon as those words fell, Sheila reached into the pocket in his chest and pulled out a photo.
If Chris hadn't mentioned it to me, I wouldn't have known you'd suddenly gone for such a.." Sheila paused for three seconds, letting out a light chuckle at the junior's embarrassed expression, before adding softly, "such a unique hairstyle.
Xiao Xie, tell me about it." Sheila took a step forward, not missing the flash of panic on the black-haired youth's face. He remained composed and teased, "What is the story behind this?
The youth surnamed Xie, known as Xiao Xie, froze. For a moment, he didn't know whether to mourn that her unauthorized actions had been discovered by her senior, or to feel depressed that her dark history had fallen into the hands of a senior he had a crush on.
But no matter what he did, it would not change his upcoming Fate.
..
Although he knew roughly what he should do, there was still a certain time lag between planning and actually putting it into action.
At the very least, for now, Gin has no intention of letting his most capable subordinate—the only one—escape.
To be honest, there are truly very few people in the Black Organization who can keep up with his pace. At the thought of the gap left behind by letting Akai Shuichi go, Gin felt somewhat reluctant.
Is this what they call feeling stifled? I demand a raise.
Whether it was because he needed to prepare himself mentally for a future increase in workload or because he needed to begin preparing to implement that two-birds-one-stone plan, Gin had no intention of going to find Akai Shuichi for the time being.
Otherwise, how could he tell him? "Hello, FBI, I already know your identity, so hurry up and get lost?"
He didn't intend to be treated like a madman, thanks.
For the time being, he should deal with his own helicopter first.
Strictly speaking, compared to the profit he demanded for her trip to Africa, a helicopter didn't actually cost that much money—her own family already owned one.
Having successfully obtained the helicopter that should have been his from the people in the Logistics Department, Gin's mood, which had been overcast for days, finally cleared for a moment.
He even didn't refuse Vermouth's request to treat him to Eating.
Of course, the main reason he did not refuse was—
“Do you still harbor suspicions toward Rye?” Vermouth raised an eyebrow and set down his porcelain cup.
The fresh sea urchin sashimi was a tender yellow on the transparent ice, with a few mint leaves decorating the bottom of the small "iceberg"; the reddish-pink salmon was sliced into thin pieces, showcasing the Chef's exquisite knife skills; the fresh shrimp, with their top shells removed, were arranged evenly on the plate, looking incredibly appetizing.
Aside from the fresh seafood, there were several Gyoza on the painted plate that appeared to have been fried to perfection, as well as tender and crispy Beef slices emitting a hint of black pepper aroma.
A plain white porcelain dish was decorated with purple lavender, with a small amount of freshly grated wasabi scattered in the center. Dark soy sauce was contained in a small glass bottle, looking very much like a witch casting a spell or brewing a potion.
The cyan porcelain cup was filled more than halfway with Matcha, its faint aroma lingering in the air, dispelling the already meager scent of raw fish.
Gin took a small sip of Matcha, his somewhat parched throat being moistened by the tea, which relieved the faint sensation of roughness and pain.
"Correct." If Vermouth was asking whether Rye was an Organization member, he had never trusted an Undercover from the very beginning, alright?!
However, it certainly couldn't be put that way.
"Rye is the most outstanding among the Newcomer in recent years." A glimmer of nostalgia flashed in Vermouth's eyes.
The beautiful woman gave a light chuckle, her golden hair styled into a low bun, revealing her long, fair neck. She adorned herself with a platinum pearl necklace, where snow-white, rounded sea pearls were encased in diamond fragments, shimmering upon her chest like stars surrounding the moon.
As she spoke, she lifted her slightly oversized sleeve and poured soy sauce from a glass bottle into a white porcelain dish: "He reminds me of you from many years ago."
"Don't tell me you think Rye is a bit like me too," Gin said, picking up a piece of Salmon sashimi with his chopsticks in a casual tone.
To be honest, you two really are a bit alike, aren't you?" Vermouth retorted, a hint of bright amusement flashing in her blue eyes as she looked up, while simultaneously picking up a shrimp and dipping it into her own prepared soy sauce. "But it's not exactly the same.
Gin gave a cold glance.
Nonsense.
Receiving the silent disdain from the youth across from him, Vermouth did not get angry: "I don't object to your proposal, but when do you plan to make the arrangement?"
"Soon." Gin took a bite of Salmon, the slightly rich texture blooming on his taste buds—it was quite good.
As he thought, he put down his chopsticks: "This is the final 'test' for Rye."
Hearing this, Vermouth, who had been watching with some amusement, was actually a bit surprised: "Eh—? Did I guess wrong?"
He gave Gin a half-smiling look, his blue eyes brimming with playful teasing. "'Last time' test? It seems you trust him quite a bit."
No, it is not.
This is a test that one is bound to fail—so naturally, it will be the last one.
But there was no need to say any of that.
Gin merely shook his head slightly in denial, then, under Vermouth's pensive gaze, lifted his chopsticks and picked up a small piece of tender yellow sea urchin for himself.
..
Gin and Vermouth's dinner could be described as peaceful—it even barely reached the level of being harmonious. On the other hand, the conversation between Sheila and the young man Xiao Xie was not going quite as smoothly.
After learning the whole story, Sheila was practically fed up with anger.
How come I didn't know you were so bold!" The black-haired girl's gaze was like two small daggers cast from ice. Shua, shua, shua—her eyes, looking like they were carved from ice and jade, were incredibly beautiful yet "freezing.
Xiao Xie's gaze flickered.
She truly had no intention of connecting herself with Gin; it was just that her senior had nearly been injured, the clues he had obtained through certain means were.. somewhat beneath contempt.
Moreover, it was only regarding the possibility that Ti Nesi Menya Reka might be related to B. W.—it was truly uncertain whether it was actually an enterprise of the B. W. Mastermind—with so little information, Xiao Xie truly did not dare use it to mislead his Colleague.
Although Gin has reached a temporary cooperation with his senior—but this is merely their private cooperation, a cooperation targeting B. W, in essence, they are still enemies.
What's the harm in screwing over an enemy?
And if it proves useful, it could even be considered helping out her senior—after all, they are still working together.
It's a win-win deal!
Regarding this, Sheila replied: Hehehe.
"If only Gin were that easy to fool." The Black-haired girl rolled up her sleeves and put her hands on her hips, her Blue eyes reflecting a cold, piercing chill that gave her a seriousness beyond her years.
Xiao Xie was intimidated by Sheila's cold solemnity and did not dare to argue for a moment.
“You certainly have an imagination.” As she said this, the Black-haired girl seemed to think of the junior's new image she had seen in the photo earlier; while she wasn't overcome with laughter, her tone had softened slightly. "Disguising yourself like this just to commit fraud."
Xiao Xie breathed a small sigh of relief before lifting his eyes to retort, his tone carrying a hint of playful defiance, "What do you mean, 'swindling and cheating'? I'm the one who handles 'swindling and cheating,' okay?"
And.." Xiao Xie lowered his eyes slightly. Although her tone was her usual playful self, a hint of hidden grievance could be heard upon closer listening: "Wasn't Senior planning to cooperate directly with Gin? Then why can't I—
"Because you simply cannot," Sheila said, raising an eyebrow at him.
His appearance at this moment was undoubtedly willful and a bit capricious—even unreasonable. However, just as Xiao Xie wanted to protest, he saw the expression of this senior, who was clearly around his own age yet had always been calm and keen.
It carried a hint of certainty, a hint of bewilderment; a hint of arrogance, a hint of vulnerability.
"Just no," the Black-haired girl repeated, her voice much lower than before.
She unconsciously raised one hand, touching the Dove wing tattoo on her other hand, then pulled it back as if she had been burned.