No matter what, his sister was definitely not in the wrong; the fault lay with those who had deceived him.
Heine, who didn't want his sister to suffer even the slightest bit of loss, coldly swept his gaze over the two men in the room, issuing an eviction order befitting his status as the host: "How much longer do you intend to stay?"
Facing Heine, who looked bewildered and even held a faint trace of anger in his eyes, Sheila appeared slightly embarrassed yet remained relatively calm, while Amuro Tooru, who was equally bewildered and whose gaze drifted between the other three from time to time, was undoubtedly the one imagining the most.
He forced a stiff smile, his gaze instinctively avoiding the only Little sister in the house, before raising an eyebrow to look at Gin: "You don't look like someone who would be blinded by lust."
His tone was a bit strange.
Gin: …………
He paused, finally realizing—it seemed that in Bourbon's eyes, Sheila held the identity of Heine's Lover.
For a moment, Gin couldn't help but mentally scoff at this "on-the-surface" melodramatic drama for a few seconds.
Although he didn't know why Bourbon chose to question him instead of simply distancing himself from the center of the storm, Gin had no intention of getting into a deadlock with a certain Sister complex. He gave Bourbon a cold glance and walked straight toward the door.
The moment he brushed past Bourbon, he reached out and grabbed the youth's arm, leading him out of the room with a decisive and commanding motion.
Fortunately, Amuro Tooru followed his momentum toward the door quite naturally, Gin hardly had to use much force.
The moment they stepped out, the iron door was slammed shut heavily by the person inside—almost certainly Heine. The metal impact let out a deafening, screeching wail, causing the two Cadre who were relatively close to the door to feel their eardrums vibrate with a dull pain.
Feeling Heine's wrath profoundly, Gin could only hope that Sheila would coax her Brother into a good mood quickly—based on past experience, that shouldn't be too difficult.
“How did you get connected with Sheila?” Amuro Tooru asked unexpectedly.
—Regarding this, he had no experience.
Seeing that the Blonde-haired youth beside him still seemed relentless regarding this issue, Gin gave a light chuckle, attempting to gloss over the topic with a vague remark: "She is indeed quite beautiful."
Under the premise of not intending to reveal the Truth, turning Everything into something lewd was actually a pretty good choice.
—Thank Sheila's looks; they made this reason seem almost flawless.
But it was still only almost.
The youth, who excelled at intelligence gathering, gazed at Gin with a half-smile, clearly dissatisfied with this answer.
Has he become suspicious?
Gin frowned slightly, but upon second thought, he simply gave up on hiding it: "But she and I are not in that kind of relationship."
It was visible to the naked eye that the fake smile on the handsome youth's face faded significantly.
Perhaps knowing that Gin would not reveal any more information, Amuro Tooru did not press further, merely asking nonchalantly, "I heard you saw Akai Shuichi?"
Heard?" Gin's focus was always razor-sharp: "Who told you that?
On second thought, the Silver-haired man instantly arrived at the answer: "Vermouth."
Amuro Tooru remained noncommittal. "Have you fought him before?"
“In a way.” Giving an ambiguous reply, Gin slightly lowered his eyes.
His slightly pale complexion appeared somewhat unapproachable and cold under the light, however, his aura was not as exclusionary as before, to the point that Amuro Tooru experienced a strange illusion for a moment.
—The man opposite him seemed to be having the illusion of being troubled by something.
And so, as if possessed, he spoke out by some strange twist of fate:
Aren't you leaving?" After a pause, he completed his invitation: "I'll treat you to Eating.
..
He said he was treating me to a meal, he really was, the location was an apartment under Amuro Tooru's own name.
Gin had no complaints about this; the only remaining Whisky Undercover possessed extremely exquisite skills, making even simple home-cooked meals taste absolutely delicious.
Even for someone as picky as Gin, he couldn't find anything to complain about.
But in a flash, he did think of a past event.
Once, he had even been tricked by Heine.
The protagonist who brought him home this time quickly tied on an apron, looking relaxed and at ease—as for how much of it was real and how much was fake, Gin did not plan to look into it deeply.
Amuro Tooru's home was not large, but it was unexpectedly tidy, with almost no clutter. At the Entrance, there were trash bags that had already been sorted, ready to be disposed of on recycling day.
At first glance, everything appeared orderly and full of life, just like any ordinary household; it was almost impossible to imagine that the Master was a notorious Black Organization Cadre.
It was even harder to tell that he held the dual identity of an undercover agent.
The Apartment wasn't large; if one were being honest, it was about the same size as the apartment Nani used to rent. Forget Gin's villa; it couldn't even be compared to Heine's residence.
However, despite being small, the apartment had everything one could need. Gin sat nonchalantly on the small sofa in the living room, staring at Bourbon for a few seconds as he was about to start cooking, then suddenly spoke up:
Do you need my help?
Bourbon's body stiffened, then he slowly turned around, a hint of suspicion written on his handsome face. "What are you planning to do? I have no plan to move houses."
Gin: ……
Gin let out a cold sneer. "This house of yours is a bit too small, isn't it?"
Amuro Tooru spread his hands out. "It can't be helped, my salary can't compare to yours."
So, you hold multiple positions?
He mentally scoffed, but Gin had no plan to say it out loud; he simply raised an eyebrow and looked at Amuro, his long fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee.
Are you complaining to me? Wanting a promotion?
"If possible." He replied nonchalantly, not even taking his own words seriously. Amuro Tooru casually picked a kitchen knife from the cabinet, then after a moment of contemplation, selected some seasonings.
The Refrigerator seemed to have plenty of stock, so Amuro Tooru did not hesitate much before taking out the ingredients he wanted.
His movements were skillful and decisive, clearly showing that he was someone who cooked for himself often.
Gin had no expertise in this; he only had extensive experience with takeout—if it weren't so much trouble, he might have even needed Nana to feed him.
The Silver-haired man was no longer looking at the person busy in the Kitchen; his Green eyes scanned the layout of the Apartment, his chin resting on one hand as he sat lost in thought.
The consecutive days of fatigue left Gin's thoughts somewhat hazy, but it did not affect the functioning of his brain.
Black leather gloves clung tightly to his skin, also concealing the scabbed wound at the base of his thumb.
It was left in Russia, a laceration caused by the recoil from prolonged rifle shooting.
The mobile phone inside his coat vibrated for a moment. Gin blinked indifferently and took out the mobile phone.
As expected, it was an unread SMS.
She didn't particularly like using Line; this method of communication suited him better.
And in truth, there were not many people who could contact him.
Clicking on the unread message, the i Phone's default interface displayed the Message sent by Sheila.
The wording of the SMS was as clear and concise as always. He did not mention his conversation with Heine, nor did she even mention what the result was; instead, Sheila presented Gin with a new request for cooperation in a manner that was simple yet complete.
She would leave a copy of the syringe taken from Byrrh for her; in exchange, the improved results researched by the Professional would also be shared with Gin.
Gin knew at a glance that Heine must have had a hand in this.
That guy was never a fool—even though he appeared to be pampered, protected, kept in the dark by his Sister, it would not be difficult for him to find out the truth if he truly wanted to know something.
It just depends on whether he wants to.
And since the matter already involved Sheila's life, he no longer had the luxury of choosing whether or not to care.
Heine and his sister are not researchers. In fact, if one does not count the influence of the ICPO behind Sheila, the most trustworthy and capable researchers for the two siblings are actually Pino.
And at this moment, the Professional mentioned in the SMS by Sheila certainly does not just refer to Pino.
—So, for the sake of his sister's life, had he really bowed his head to his father?
Realizing everything in the blink of an eye, Gin closed his eyes and shifted his weight backward, leaning against the back of the sofa in a lazy posture.
The Silver-haired man frowned slightly; this was clearly a development that would benefit his plan, yet he did not feel any pleasure from it.
After a long time, as if contemplating something, he finally opened his eyes.
His cold green eyes were clear.
Gin pushed himself up with both hands, rising calmly from the sofa and walking toward the Kitchen.
Let's move to another Apartment." Out of the blue, the Silver-haired man said this to Amuro Tooru, "This place is too small.
The Blonde-haired youth didn't even look back; finding it somewhat amusing, he replied in a natural, teasing tone, "Am I offending you, my lord?"
As Gin's footsteps grew heavier, Amuro Tooru finally turned his head, retorting with a half-smile, "Are you going to help me get a promotion and a raise?"
It was merely a simple joke, however, Gin's response truly caught Amuro Tooru off guard:
I'll get you a promotion and a raise.
Green eyes swept over the prepared dishes, a flash of regret passing through them extremely quickly, as the man's low, calm voice echoed in the small kitchen.
Work for me—" He raised his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of coldness, a sliver of sincerity laced within that coldness. "How does that sound?
Amuro Tooru withdrew the professional smile from his face.
The blonde-haired youth already possessed a baby face, which added a touch of sunny innocence when he smiled; however, as he withdrew the curve from his lips at this moment, his inherent sense of oppression was fully revealed.
She tilted her head slightly and asked, seemingly nonchalantly, "Do you want me to help you with something?"
Can you?" Gin retorted, before immediately negating herself, "You can't—so this is just a deal.
Gin removed the black glove from his other hand, exposing his fair skin to the light. He casually reached out toward the plated delicacies and selected a piece of fried shrimp that looked appetizing; with a slight pressure from his index finger and thumb, he picked up the shrimp, which shimmered with a golden oil.
He took a light bite of the fried shrimp; the crispy skin and tender meat blended perfectly, a savory flavor burst upon his taste buds. Gin blinked, a flicker of satisfaction passing through his green eyes.
—Fried shrimp is actually quite delicious.
With a hint of satisfaction, he lifted his gaze, his eyes shimmering with a half-smile. In a tone that was both mocking and sincere, somewhat cold yet incredibly certain, he spoke.
On the path to achieving your ultimate Target, I can offer you much more." He chuckled softly. "So, shall we cooperate—
—The Udon from before was the same.
Gin spoke one word at a time, his voice laced with a hidden threat:
“Furuya Rei-kun?”
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Author's Note: Thanks to 23199483 Little Angel for the two landmines, love you, mwah~