However, not everything is without a turning point.
As long as Gin kills Brandy, none of his flaws will be flaws anymore.
But, could he do it?
Brandy is the only clue regarding the research materials on the disappearance so far—if he could really kill Brandy, why would he bother going through all that trouble and effort?
Could it be that he should go and ask B. W. for a clear answer?
Then it would be better to just agree with Brandy!
Irritated as he might be, Gin was never an impulsive person, much less one who acted on a momentary whim.
The disguise on the Old man's face made it impossible for others to see his exact expression, but those eyes were still damnably calm.
Gin frowned deeply, but in the end, he still asked:
What transaction?
..
The Old man's gaze was so calm it was almost terrifying. He gave a soft smile and then said to Gin:
Let's end all of this.
Kill him.
Brandy did not say directly who 'he' was, but both sides of the conversation knew perfectly well.
“And then—” the Old man's Voice echoed throughout the entire study, he gave a light chuckle, then continued, “I will give the remaining two sets of Research materials to you.”
Gin stared at him for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the Silver-haired man said nothing, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
She merely lowered her arm, lowering the handgun aimed at Brandy's head.
I can't do it.
Gin spoke with decisive clarity.
Ignoring Brandy's suddenly constricted pupils, Gin gave a light chuckle and repeated indifferently, "It can't be done."
—See, even he doesn't have a lifeblood.
..
Indeed, at first, the one holding the upper hand on the surface was Gin; but in reality, the one controlling everything was Brandy.
However, Brandy also had his own Target that he had to achieve no matter what.
That is the reason why he set up this entire chessboard and poured so much effort into it.
End all of this.
Gin keenly caught onto this.
He began to gamble, betting on who could remain more composed.
The silence lasted for a very long time, just as Gin thought that Brandy would not provide a clear answer, the Old man suddenly moved.
He began to cough.
This Old man, no longer young, coughed violently, as if he were coughing out all his struggles and endurance, one gasp after another.
At this moment, he seemed more like an ordinary old man.
When he finally calmed down, Brandy said in his increasingly hoarse voice:
So, what do you want?
His Voice had never been so weak.
Gin tilted her head slightly, revealing her first sincere smile of the day.
He won the bet.
-----------------------
Author's Note: Thank you to the Little Angels who have cast霸王票 or provided Nutrient solution~
Thanks to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution:
Meiri Yixi Yi Yuanyuan 10 bottles; Tsundere Furuya Rei 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 163: Chapter 147 If He Cannot Do It, You..
What do you want to do?
In fact, even Gin himself hadn't decided what he should obtain.
However, he must do so.
He must take the initiative away from Brandy.
The Silver-haired man pondered for a moment, his expression remaining as calm and composed as ever.
After a moment of silence, Gin lifted his eyes, looking at Brandy silently, stated his conditions.
“First, I want the whereabouts of the remaining two sets of research materials,” Gin said slowly.
His Finger stroked his own black, lustrous handgun, over and over again, using this unique way to maintain his composure.
"Fine," Brandy nodded in agreement, without the slightest hesitation.
“Second—"
The Silver-haired man continued to speak, nonchalant, as if proposing a plain and insignificant condition, without even a single change in the pitch of his voice.
“Kill yourself,” Gin said, his eyelids fluttering slightly. “You kill yourself, the remaining forces belong to me.”
As soon as these words were spoken, they undoubtedly caused a massive stir. Madra simply could not restrain his emotions and raised his hand, lifting the gun.
The Woman's plain white right hand gripped a silver-white lady's handgun, Gin was not surprised by this. Unlike pure researchers like Miyano Shiho, although Madra leaned towards research, his combat prowess was also quite extraordinary.
Before Brandy retired, this young woman appeared before the Black Organization not only as a Researcher, but also followed that man as his personal Bodyguard.
His movement to Draw gun was so fast that an ordinary person could hardly react—but Gin was an exception.
However, Gin, who saw everything clearly, had no intention of moving at all.
The man's expression remained calm and unruffled, his green eyes not even sparing a glance for Madra.
Even though he knew that if he made any move to harm Brandy now, this he-wolf, who was already on the verge of a breakdown, would hesitate not once to tear at his throat.
Brandy stopped her.
Just like last time.
Gin could not see through That man's expression after □□, but at this moment, he clearly saw Brandy's reddish-brown eyes.
A pair of calm, indifferent eyes.
"Fine," Brandy replied.
His Voice was still hoarse, his tone remained calm.
“Sir—!” Madra, who had been standing by Brandy's side like a shadow, finally asserted his presence. The woman's pale cheeks were stained with a hint of crimson, her fair, delicate hands gripped the handgun tightly, the veins bulging slightly.
Her voice was clear yet trembling with pain, her voice trailing off with a faint raspiness, even breaking into a crack.
Brandy tilted his head slightly, for a brief moment, his gaze softened when it met Madra's.
However, he did not give This man any right to refuse; he simply said, in a gentle yet unquestionable tone:
Madra, be good.
The Woman's slender, fair neck slumped lifelessly, like a swan with a broken neck.
"Yes." After a long silence, she let out a mournful cry.
This Voice carried a faint, intangible sense of resentment, yet it was forcibly suppressed by the Master, leaving behind only a seemingly submissive response.
Just like every one of her responses.
Gin wasn't quite sure if there were tears in Madra's eyes at this moment; his gaze swept over this woman with a hint of hesitation before returning to stare calmly at Brandy.
Now is not the time to be soft-hearted.
—And, why should he soften his heart?
This difficult problem has no answer.
However, Gin knew that if he were his former self, he probably wouldn't even have even thought of this question.
..
Brandy's death, as a chip for the transaction, was a price that both sides could accept.
For Gin, once Brandy was dead, the threat he posed to him would invisibly vanish. Gin could focus on his tasks with peace of mind, no longer needing to worry about any possible constraints.
And for Brandy, death was not something that could not be accepted.
As previously stated, he has lived long enough.
He wanted to end everything.
All the grudges, all the displacements, all the madness, everything from the past.
He could not bring himself to strike his brother, because after all, the man was his brother by blood. For a very long time, they had relied on each other for survival, weathering life's storms together.
Even if his Brother was already unrecognizable, even if he was not a soft-hearted person, it was still difficult for him to direct his ruthlessness and decisiveness toward his own Brother.
Even if it was his indecisiveness.
So he selfishly chose an outsider, yet not so selfishly that he left this outsider a considerable reward.
He wanted to end it all.
Everything included himself, as a matter of course.
But—" Brandy tilted her head slightly, "How can I be sure that you will fulfill your promise after I am dead?