Yaji—
He called out Niwang Yaji's name with a beaming smile, his face radiant with a glow that was almost dazzling.
Your girlfriend is going to be the knight who saves the prince!
The Silver-haired youth gazed at his girlfriend for a long time.
The girl opposite had delicate features, her voice carried an unmistakable sense of unruliness and confidence.
In a haze, time flowed, as if returning to the very moment of their first meeting.
The young detective looked at the Client opposite with burning eyes, unraveling the Riddle with a confident tone.
When she looked back at him, the girl gave him a smile.
That smile reminded him of the cherry blossoms blooming in spring.
He faintly heard the sound of his own heart fluttering.
"Then—" At this moment, the past converged, overlapping and intertwining, as Niwang Yaji smiled and answered his girlfriend:
Good luck, my lady knight.
She was still the way he loved her.
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Author's Note: Nana has also grown in this chapter; everyone is growing.
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Thanks to Yan Youran Little Angel's Grenade, love you mwah~
Thanks to RITA Little Angel's landmine, love you mwah~
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Gareth 20 bottles; RITA. 6 bottles; Weihuan Jihe YY 4 bottles; Xiaoxiao, Gongzi Wuqiu 2 bottles; Kongshan Jue, Yangmiao, Bai Chenshang, Morin 1 bottle;
Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 173: Chapter 157 “No.” Akai Shuichi ref..
Is this really okay?" Heine tilted his head slightly, staring at his sister, who appeared to be dazing off. "Hiding it from Gin?
Of course—" Sheila drew out his voice, then turned his head toward his sister, blinking his eyes in a way that seemed quite coquettish, "Not good.
Heine: "……"
The Blonde-haired man pressed his forehead against his hand in helplessness, his voice weak: "Gin will be angry."
“That's a given,” Sheila replied perfunctorily, a faint glint flashing in his eyes, which were the same color as his Brother's. "Put yourself in my shoes—"
She tilted her head, looking directly into Heine's face, added, "If I kept it from you and put myself in danger, would you be angry?"
Heine thought about it seriously.
He remained silent for a moment.
Heine raised his head and said in an extremely serious tone, "Let's escape."
This time, it was Sheila's turn to be speechless: ".."
She pressed her forehead with one hand, unable to bear watching her Brother acting like a fool with such a serious expression.
"Brother—" The Black-haired woman looked up at Heine, her body half-reclined and leaning against the Sofa. Her relaxed eyes showed a hint of lazy lethargy, her expression held a touch of weary exhaustion, which, paired with her lotus-like beauty, enhanced her graceful charm of a spring slumber.
She lightly bit her lower lip, even though it was unintentional, it lent her an air that inspired pity: "To be honest, I think Gin is not doing this right."
“Constant concealment is actually a form of harm,” she declared with near certainty. “Moreover, isn't making decisions for someone by overriding their own will also a form of Pride?”
Sheila curled his lip slightly, showing his disagreement: "His desire for control is quite strong."
Heine stared at Sheila for a long time, his expression unreadable.
Sheila looked back blankly, appearing confused: "What is it?"
“What you say is so reasonable..” Heine drew out his Voice, his tone carrying a half-smile that felt like the calm before a storm: “In that case, Miss Pride, why don't we discuss the things you've been keeping from me..”
Sheila, who had shot himself in the foot: ".."
Little Fairy gave a forced smile, a hint of feigned relaxation in his eyes and brows.
She blinked, looking up at her Brother with an innocent expression as he gradually approached, attempting to play dumb to get out of it: "I haven't hidden anything from you.."
Heine had already built up an immunity to this kind of offensive; he didn't take it seriously and instead stuck stubbornly to his original question.
I won't mention that you hid your illness, then." Since the damage was already done, there was no point in arguing about it: "Let's talk about the transaction you made with Gin later..
“This..” Upon hearing this, Sheila relaxed instantly. “There really isn't much to it.”
After a pause, Sheila added, "It's mainly some transactions with Gin regarding IC. PO, I can only be considered a middleman—but since B. W. is also a target of IC. PO's surveillance, this cooperation wasn't particularly difficult."
“Of course—" Next, Sheila uttered words that made the veins on Heine's forehead bulge, speaking in a nonchalant tone, "I also made a small transaction with Gin personally.. Ahem, Brother, what is this reaction of yours—"
Heine curled his two fingers and gave his sister's forehead a hard knock, a hint of annoyance in his eyes: "Not again—!"
Calm down, calm down!" Sheila smiled charmingly, repeatedly begging for mercy. "Don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
She gave her troublesome Sister a glare, feeling as if he should perhaps buy some anti-hair loss shampoo—otherwise, she would make him go bald from anger sooner or later.
He sat down beside Sheila, leaning against his side, nudged him with his elbow. That person propped up his forehead and cooperatively shifted to the side.
After a pause, Heine still asked his doubt: "What did you exchange with him?"
The Black-haired girl's hand against her forehead shifted, quickly moving into a pose where she rested her chin on her hand; using the momentum, she tilted her head and smiled at her brother.
That smile was a piece of unrealistic beauty.
Another free hand rose, raising an index finger to her lips as the girl made a standard gesture for silence.
Sheila gave Heine a playful wink.
Secret—!
..
Gin lowered her head, eyeing the handgun in her hands.
The Italian-made Beretta M92F handgun was his favorite gun, also the model that had accompanied him for many years.
He was incredibly familiar with it; whether it was chambering a round, firing, or stripping and reassembling, Gin knew it by heart, completing the process flawlessly in just a few short seconds.
His hands did not tremble even a little.
The handgun had almost become a part of his body.
But at this very moment, Gin felt a strange sense of unease.
It shouldn't be..
Not long after he had proposed to Heine the need for "an opportunity to face the B. W. leader alone," it was only ten days later that Heine told him that things were finally taking shape.
Gin: "??"
To be honest.. Gin really couldn't believe their luck was actually this good.
It wasn't that they hadn't sensed something was amiss.
In recent days, B. W.'s attacks have slowed down significantly, as if they have been distracted by something, to the point that they have had to divert manpower.. to attend to other matters.
At this critical juncture, an incident suddenly occurred that forced B. W. to split its forces—
—Is it really a coincidence?
Gin was suspicious of this.
However, Heine repeatedly insisted that it was just their exceptional Luck.. Moreover, with time running short and the situation in a delicate and fragile stalemate, Gin had no time for deep thought.
Just yesterday, the meeting location between him and the B. W. leader had already been set.
A resort island.
I must say, this is quite a "good" place.
Although there are not no tourists on the island, if too many people enter the island at once, they will easily be discovered.
And, Gin did not believe the other party had not already controlled the vessels on the island.
In this way, on an island surrounded by the sea like this, there would be no hope of retreat or reinforcements in the short term.
Realizing that their request might be a bit excessive, the other party stated that Gin could decide the time of the meeting, the specific location would be announced in advance—to allow Gin to scout the terrain beforehand.
The implication here was that you could try to use some petty tricks, but we would not be left completely defenseless.
Let's see who comes out on top.
Although the previous arrangements had already exposed B. W.'s caution and suspicion, this kind of hint—it seems that guy is also a confident and proud person..
But for Gin's original plan, it was enough.
He held a very important card in his hand.
—Maybe it could become his Amulet.
If used well, it could also become the other party's death warrant.
The Silver-haired man lowered his eyes, quietly gazing at the undulating waves on the lake surface.
The sound of the wind was faint, adding only a slight shimmer to the Blue sea under the Sunset, silver and bright, as if the ripples had formed a layer of thin Silver gauze, drifting ethereally upon the sea surface.
The Sunset stained the horizon, the gorgeous Sunset glow blanketed the sky, making the heavens seem like a priceless World-famous painting, as Nature unashamedly displayed its artistic talent to all living beings.
Gin slightly closed her eyes, everything before him turned into darkness; amidst that darkness, he felt a trace of heavy exhaustion.
After a pause, he opened his eyes, his green eyes met another pair of eyes of the same color.
In the other pair of eyes, he could faintly see his own reflection.
Gin saw a person with a familiar aura, a person with a familiar expression, even though he looked like an unfamiliar face.
The Silver-haired man tilted his head and finally uttered the words he was supposed to say.
What are you doing here?