With smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship, the round-toed high heels were easy to walk in, yet the chains encircling the ankles were made of silver, adorned with several decorations shaped like green leaves. The outer side of the shoe's upper featured beautiful patterns formed by nearly transparent green beads.
Simple yet elegant.
The youth leaned down, holding the shoe that Nana had accidentally dropped while running in one hand, while his other hand gently grasped Nana's fair and slender ankle, carefully avoiding the wound as he helped Nana put on the shoe.
Her expression was sincere and full of concern; a single gesture from him was enough to make many girls' hearts flutter.
It also put Gin at ease.
A sincere smile curled on the Silver-haired man's lips, his green eyes softened under the moonlight.
He closed his eyes and turned around.
Maintaining an almost calm good mood, Gin rushed toward his battlefield.
..
As expected, Heine was not asleep.
The moment the door was opened, a vein popped on the forehead of this man who was usually so romantic and sentimental; he greeted Gin with a rare look of displeasure, his blue eyes appearing to contain the ocean itself.
The surging, turbulent sea.
If there isn't a reasonable explanation, it won't be long before a tsunami is triggered.
Gin adjusted his hat. He was wearing only a dark purple knit sweater; although he didn't feel cold, he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
The silver-haired man habitually scanned the environment of the Safe House, then turned around calmly to face Heine.
Even in the middle of the night, Heine's blonde hair was still so beautiful.
They siblings were blessed by heaven with beautiful looks—Sheila's appearance was even more striking, if not more—if Master had the heart for it, he could absolutely enchant everyone among the flowers.
The kind who flirts without intending to marry, kills without caring where the body is buried.
“What took you so long?” Heine complained the moment he opened his mouth.
Perhaps troubled by recent experiences, Heine's habitually handsome face bore two incredibly obvious dark circles, the man's expression showed an unmistakable exhaustion. However, this clearly did not affect Heine's luck with women; by comparison, dealing with girls overflowing with maternal affection was a much greater source of annoyance for him.
Gin felt no remorse for almost standing the person up: "I meant today."
Heine silently raised his arm, thrusting the watch on his wrist into Gin's face.
This Young Master never lacked money; it was only a matter of whether he wanted to spend it. In all fairness, Heine was not a man who pursued luxury goods; however, as a Young Master who had never lacked money since childhood, Heine possessed extraordinary taste himself; when it came to certain items, he either had no interest or was extremely fastidious.
On the man's lean and powerful wrist, the starry Patek Philippe spoke one word clearly: "Expensive." And the skillfully embedded diamond fragments on this silver men's watch proved two more words: "Very expensive."
Gin glanced at the luxury watch before him, which served much more as a decorative piece than a practical one, curled his lips into a faint smile. "It's not past midnight yet," he said nonchalantly.
This meant he was not late.
Heine stared at the seemingly prestigious 23:59:23 in silence for several seconds, unsure whether it was because of himself, standing here like a fool waiting for Gin, or because of Gin, who was being so pedantic about the time even when discussing such a major matter.
After a long silence, the Blonde-haired man let out a cold laugh, his words laced with sarcasm: "You certainly arrived right on time."
Gin tilted her head. "If we don't get down to business, I won't mind wasting the whole night with you."
“Whose fault is this, anyway?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻” The blonde-haired man gritted his teeth in wrath.
..
After exchanging a few jokes with Heine—though in reality, it was him unilaterally 'playing' with Heine—Gin walked toward one of the few lounge chairs in the Safe House, his back turned to Heine.
As he walked, he reached into his chest and pulled out a USB drive, then tossed it backward without even looking back—
Heine was startled by this unexpected "hidden weapon," and then scrambled to catch the "hidden weapon" out of the air.
Hey!
He let out a dissatisfied protest.
And at this very moment, Gin was already sitting on the lounge chair.
The moment he saw clearly what it was, the man's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly. He instinctively looked toward Gin, who was preparing to lie down, asked in a low, serious voice, "What is this?"
“It's exactly what you think it is.” Gin leaned back into the fabric lounge chair on his own accord.
This chair looked a bit old, but it was very clean and quite sturdy, so Gin didn't mind making do with it.
After drinking, waves of Pain surged through his brain, the lingering effects of the alcohol left him with a lingering sense of disorientation that he was not quite used to. Consequently, he paused before finishing the rest of her sentence.
“I just got it today. It's.. Shiratori Midori's.. Sherry's belongings.”
The name in the Silver-haired man's words seemed to trigger some incredible switch, causing Heine to freeze for a moment.
His blue eyes revealed a complex emotion, even his gaze toward Gin was tinged with something inexplicable.
Heine fell into silence.
Gin did not know what this "old friend," who once had some acquaintance with Midori, was feeling at this very moment, but to him, it was an unimportant matter.
He opened his eyes, looked at the person opposite, a slight smirk played on his lips.
Say something.
Green eyes looked at Heine, silently conveying that meaning.
After a long time, Heine finally spoke. If one ignored the slight bitterness in his voice, he was almost no different from his usual self.
In that case, the research materials we need now are still two copies short.
Heine raised an eyebrow at him and asked tentatively, "One each?"
By saying these words, Heine had essentially laid all his cards on the table, making it clear that he would be leaving the organization.
To say 'withdraw' would be too light; the accurate term should be 'Betrayal'.
Then again, this Young Master had no reason to give his all or die for the organization in the first place.
In the beginning, Heine joined the Black Organization only to escape the control of his Father, now, with Sheila's life on the line, if this man is willing to take the initiative to contact the very Father he once tried every possible way to escape, why would he care about the Black Organization?
From the moment he concealed Sheila's ICPO identity, he had already made his choice subconsciously.
And stealing the Organization research materials meant, without a doubt, that he was going to break ties with the Organization—it was merely a matter of sooner or later.
At this moment, Heine, with the help of his Father's influence, undoubtedly has more advantages than Gin and finds it much more convenient to conduct investigations.
However—
No need.
Gin casually denied Heine's plan.
He looked at the blonde-haired man before him nonchalantly, his lip color pale, his tone equally indifferent. "I have investigated almost everything."
Heine: "Huh??"
The Young Master looked at his Colleague in confusion, momentarily rendered almost speechless.
So.." He struggled to find his words: "When was it?
Gin tilted her head slightly, a faint trace of a smile in her eyes. "This has something to do with someone I was investigating before, so it will be a bit faster.. Sheila knows about it too."
The Silver-haired man's lips curled slightly, as he delivered a near-malicious blow to the Sister complex man before him.
Heine: “………………”
He covered his face with one hand, feeling a sense of doubt about life and attempting to calm himself.
After about half a minute, Heine finally emerged from that state, regaining the composure of a Black Organization high-level member—or rather, a former high-level member—and then looked up at Gin. "So, what do you plan to do?"
Gin tilted her head back to look at the Ceiling.
There wasn't much in the Safe House, the layout of the room was very simple; one could almost tell at a glance whether there were any ambushes. Because of this, even though this Safe House was usually uninhabited, it wasn't particularly dirty since there was hardly anything in the room to begin with.
At most, it was just a bit dusty.
There were small spots of mold on the Ceiling, perhaps because the 'history' of this House was too ancient, or perhaps because the structure of the House itself caused poor water resistance.
Gin stared at that mold spot for a long time, so long that her vision almost began to blur with light spots and noise, before he nonchalantly shifted her gaze away.
Well.. although there are a few enemies to deal with next," he paused, then continued in a calm tone, "but let's start with Brandy first.
Gin bent his left arm and applied force with his elbow, breaking free from his slumped posture in the next second.
He controlled his strength perfectly, exerting just enough to pull himself up without making much noise, his effortless movements creating an almost weightless illusion.
The Silver-haired man tidied his somewhat messy silver hair, then pulled his cap back over his head.
She tilted her head slightly and gave a soft laugh:
I'll make the move, you provide the support.
Heine stared into his eyes for a full minute, then the blonde-haired man lowered his eyes and replied in a calm tone:
Okay?
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Author's Note: Rest assured, the ending is an HE.
Look at this story, when have I ever been cruel!
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Chapter 160 Chapter 144 Brandy likes Rubies..
Gin had no intention of meeting Brandy so soon.
But what is meant to come will always come, the people who must be met will eventually be met.
The research materials that were once split into four have now had two recovered; as for the remaining two, Vermouth and Byrrh have conflicting accounts.
According to Vermouth, only one of the original four sets of research materials was recovered by the Organization; however, according to Byrrh, two of the four sets of research materials were recovered by the Organization.