"It seems you don't feel sad about it—" Gin drew out his words.
Grieving for a brother like that?" Anatoly almost sneered. "You don't seem like that kind of naive man..
"That's not what I meant." Gin stared intentionally at the man before him, raising his hand to lift the brim of his cap.
With the shadow of the black hat removed, the man's sharp green eyes were fully exposed to Anatoly's gaze.
Gin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his low and mellow voice carrying a hint of faint pity—which served only to further incense his opponent:
“I mean, Brandy has also left.. You really are all alone now!”
One by one, the people from those years have left you. All the pain and despair, all the glory and destruction, will be remembered by you alone.
"In this world, there will be no one left who understands you." Gin rested his forehead with one hand, brushing aside his bangs, his gaze filled with condescension:
You're all alone now..
Gin deliberately slowed his voice, the originally mellow tone now carrying a faint, ethereal raspiness, as if it were a trace of intoxicating liquor that would vanish into the air with a single breath of wind.
And this seemingly weightless sentence caused Anatoly's expression to change abruptly.
Gin looked at all of this with satisfaction, a sense of near-retaliatory pleasure surging within his heart.
Don't doubt it.
After all, this old bastard in front of him had set him up so many times, whether it was the matter involving Midori back then, or the increasingly rampant targeting over these past few years.
This involved the prior cause of 'Silver Bullet', as well as the resentment caused by Gin's own innocent silver hair.
Afterward, Gin stole the Silver-haired girl's corpse, driving both sides into a state of eternal enmity.
Gin naturally knew that there was Brandy's instigation involved in this.
But then again, the grudge has already been brewed, neither side can let it go—if they let it go, what happens to the past grievances and humiliations? Not to mention that every single one of these cases was committed by them—now, the only path left is to fight to the death.
Looking at it this way, Brandy's scheme was truly ingenious.
Since they were already confirmed enemies, both sides knew well that there was no possibility of reconciliation. Facing an enemy who had caused him a loss, how could Gin not mock him to feel like himself?
Get angry.. the angrier you get, the happier I'll be.
This thought was not reflected on Gin's face, however, a cold glint flashed within his green eyes, revealing a hint of malicious pleasure.
However, despite his hatred for this opponent, Gin had still made a conscious effort to learn about him.
If he hadn't carefully analyzed Anatoly's mindset beforehand, Gin wouldn't have been able to strike this man's weakness so easily with just a few simple words.
The Silver-haired man chuckled and tilted his head, taking a step forward, his voice growing even deeper:
Loneliness? Hate?
Gin cast his gaze toward the window with apparent indifference. The sunlight shone softly upon the earth; the weather was Sunny and bright, a perfect day for travel.
Unfortunately, Gin cannot enjoy any of this right now.
He focused his gaze once more on the Old man before him: "Everyone you care about is no longer in this World, among those who experienced everything back then, you are the only one left.."
Gin said deliberately, "There is no one you 'know' in this world, nor anyone you would be willing to 'know'—everyone you are willing to communicate with is in another world."
So—" Gin let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with hard Malice, "Why don't you go join them?
..
“..”
Anatoly's expression changed abruptly, within a few short seconds, his facial muscles twitched violently. A complex mixture of wrath, sorrow, confusion made his expression turn ferocious, his former calmness vanished.
However, that ferocity quickly faded.
Bit by bit, it receded like the tide.
Anatoly's reddish-brown eyes grew increasingly clear, increasingly dangerous; this Old man in a semi-demonic state seemed to have regained his calm, however, no one could guarantee what the actual situation was.
"Clap—clap—clap—" She slowly raised her hands and gave Gin a slight tilt of her head as he clapped, her expression possessing a certain calmness, as if he were watching a play.
"Truly spectacular.." Anatoly praised.
In the next second, he lowered his eyes and asked Gin in a tone that was purely curious, yet also filled with pure danger:
But, if I die, how will you get that research material from my hands?
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Chapter 176: Chapter 160 They seem to have reached a consensus..
Anatoly had chosen this Room as the Location for the negotiations after careful consideration.
This Villa is not only in a remote location far from civilization, but the surrounding area is also vast and empty, making any ambush easy to spot at a glance.
Besides that, all the windows in the Room are sealed, except for one on the west side; neither the light nor the angle of the sunlight can easily shine into the room. In fact, it would be difficult to clearly see this window if relying solely on sunlight.
The lighting in the room at this moment comes more from the House's own Light rather than natural light.
The nearest sniping point from here is nearly seven hundred and fifty yards away, a distance that an ordinary sniper cannot reach.
Gin is a skilled sniper in his own right, but he is standing right in front of Anatoly now, clearly unable to be in two places at once; it would be Impossible for him to appear seven or eight hundred yards away.
Besides him, Heine in the Black Organization also has quite a bit of research into this—though he is no match for Cavendish. However, Anatoly has already confirmed that the Young Master of this Mafia family is not on this island; at this moment, he is still in Tokyo and had even appeared a day ago, so it is clearly impossible for him to spontaneously produce two Lie.
Korn and Chianti, who are subordinates of Gin, are quite decent, but their skill level is far from being able to snipe accurately from seven or eight hundred yards away.
Although for a Sniper, killing an Enemy does not necessarily require demanding precision in single shots to achieve a one-shot kill. They can simply fire wildly after the first Bullet to kill someone through sheer volume of fire.
—Of course, that is assuming you are not a specialist in the Sunset red-gun technique, nor a genius player dedicated to becoming a master of tracing human outlines.
But now that Gin and Anatoly are in the same room, one small mistake could mean they both end up finished; at this moment, the Sniper's precision is being put to the test.
Borse is a bit better than the previous two, but he still lacks some refinement.
Of course, even if such a Sniper truly appeared, objective conditions like Sunlight and Angle would be insufficient to support him in conducting a long-range sniper shot.
Anatoly was not worried about this.
And for Gin, catching the Enemy off guard where he feels most confident is not a bad idea.
Everything represents the Impossible, but he might just be able to turn the Impossible into the Possible.
But this inevitably meant that every single step had to be taken with extreme caution; not a single flaw could be revealed, nor could his mind be shaken by the opponent.
"But if I die, how will you obtain that research materials from my hands?" The Old man opposite him gazed at him with eyes that looked as if they were soaked in blood, his tone carrying a feigned malice of confusion.
Vaguely, Gin felt as if the one standing before him was not a frail, dying old man, but a Wolf King with sharpened claws, poised to strike.
He blinked, restraining himself from revealing any weakness.
And do not let yourself be provoked by him.
The Silver-haired man casually lifted his eyes to look out the window, after a quick glance, he forcibly memorized the scene outside. At the same time, he calmly shifted his gaze back to Anatoly.
He raised his brow, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth, as he silently calculated the angle of the sunlight in his mind.
Soon.
He thought.
..
But if I die, how will you get that research materials from my hands?
This question was incredibly sharp and hit the nail on the head, undoubtedly striking at Gin's sore spot.
Indeed, if he died, Gin would naturally be unable to get what he wanted.
Meeting with Anatoly was undoubtedly a very dangerous decision.
Heine had certainly expressed his concerns at the time, although the Young Master eventually agreed with Gin's decision, he had also attempted to subtly nudge him several times to try and persuade Gin to give up.
When the Silver-haired man faced Heine's question, the reason he gave on the surface was that they were at a disadvantage, the situation was urgent; Sheila might not be able to hold out for much longer, they did not have the time to keep wasting it against B. W.
But in truth, Gin knew it in his own heart.
In a direct confrontation, even if he defeated B. W, it wouldn't mean he could capture their leader, let alone obtain the final set of research materials.
And this was one of the important reasons why Gin was willing to face danger just to meet Anatoly and negotiate with him face-to-face.
However, now that he had met Anatoly, Gin was no longer worried about this.
"You will hand over those research materials on your own," Gin said, raising an eyebrow in a relaxed tone.
Oh?" Anatoly's curiosity was piqued by the other man's certain attitude. He gave a light cough, walked over to a seat a few steps away, sat down, resting his chin on his hand while leaning against the armrest. "Is that so?
"You don't believe me," Gin judged indifferently.
True." Anatoly gave a light chuckle. "But I am also quite curious.
The old man blinked slowly, his blood-colored eyes deepening once more, appearing even more dangerous under the Light: "Under what kind of conditions will you use coercion and inducement to make me destroy my own defenses?"
This elderly Russian man's language proficiency seems very good; he knows a thing or two about Chinese idioms, his accent is standard.
"You should know, shouldn't you?" Gin did not answer directly, but instead simply asked a rhetorical question.
The Silver-haired man let out a soft chuckle, his green eyes tinged with a chill like the biting cold of midwinter, a simple aloofness laced with the sharp pressure of a keen blade.
Coldness mixed with killing intent.
The moment he met Gin's eyes, Anatoly felt as if a blade made of ice had grazed his cheek, slicing through his skin to draw beads of blood, only for the droplets to be frozen solid instantly.
The combination of freezing ice and the sharpness of a blade caused a tremor to rise from the depths of his heart.
He unconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, but he didn't touch any wound, only then did he realize in a daze that it was all just an illusion.
What a wonderful illusion..