Like a venomous snake spitting deep pink venom, it slithered slowly down your spine, reaching your neck and letting out a hissing sound in your ear.
A wave of numbness washed over Azhen's scalp.
Gin looked calmly at the scene before him, though even his heart couldn't help but stir with a wave of emotion.
However, at this moment, the Silver-haired man's thoughts were very simple.
He thought: Anatoly, could he be falling ill?
..
It's not as if he's having an illness, but if things continue like this, the situation will likely spiral out of control.
Gin did not want the situation to spiral out of control.
He had plenty of experience using wit and courage to contend with smart people; however, his experience in Negotiation with a Madman was clearly not as extensive.
Snow White is the object of Anatoly's madness; he would do all sorts of things in the eyes of an ordinary person for Snow White, he has been doing so for decades.
Anatoly might really love Snow White, but his love is built upon a dense pile of Skeletons.
The countless people sacrificed by the 'Figure game' are the best proof.
Gin makes no judgment on this; he was never a good man to begin with, his own hands were stained with plenty of blood.
Because of the Black Organization, because of love, because of power, because of money..
There can be many reasons, but is there any distinction in superiority among them?
Aren't all victims innocent?
However at this moment, Qinji had already made up his mind; he could not let Anatoly live.
There were no pleasant-sounding reasons, nor was it for the sake of eliminating a menace to the people.
It was purely for Gin himself.
The Silver-haired man slightly raised his eyes, his cold green eyes as brilliant as the most dazzling diamonds at an auction, as his sharp gaze once again inadvertently swept past the window.
Dawn.
It's about time.
Gin muttered to himself.
He pulled something out from his coat pocket; it was a black i Phone that looked as if it had been purchased not long ago, everything appearing brand new.
The Silver-haired man casually entered the password, unlocking the locked mobile phone screen.
A faint light rose from the black i Phone. Gin ignored Anatoly, who was sitting in an armchair opposite him, watching him with great interest, also ignored Anatoly's several subordinates who were watching him like hawks. He continued to operate the i Phone on his own.
After opening a certain image, Gin raised his brow, his green eyes staring straight at Anatoly, before he curled the corners of his mouth into an unfriendly smirk.
He raised his hand and tossed the i Phone toward Anatoly.
The black i Phone traced a beautiful arc through the air, its acceleration adding weight to its impact.
It was a rather dangerous move—if the Anatoly opposite was really just an ordinary old man.
The old man raised his hand slightly, having already predicted where the mobile phone would land, caught it steadily.
From beginning to end, except for when Anatoly raised an eyebrow with interest as Gin threw the mobile phone, he showed no sign of surprise.
Gin blinked his eyes, his hands sliding back into his coat pocket once more, assuming an innocent appearance, his gaze carrying a hint of a smile, "You should give me the information now, shouldn't you?"
The Old man also acted quite generous at this moment, giving a gentle smile. "Of course."
However." Anatoly stood up, his hands gripping the armrests, his voice carrying an undeniable coldness, "Once you have the information, you must hand his over.
For the Treasure he had long been yearning for and had lost, he did not mind making a concession first.
"Fine." A microscopic curve curled at the corner of Gin's mouth as he agreed in a detached tone.
Anatoly gave a light cough, then took a small Silver USB from his pocket and tossed it toward Gin.
Gin raised his hand to catch it, casting a hesitant gaze toward Anatoly, as if performing a silent inquiry.
"No Password," the other party replied simply, having read his question.
Seeing this, Gin satisfiedly put the USB into his coat pocket, then gave a smirk and a hint: "You can start by checking your own mobile phone."
A glint flashed in Anatoly's eyes. He frowned slightly, but ultimately followed Gin's suggestion.
The old man lowered his head, his gaze falling upon the Black i Phone in his hands.
In the next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
..
—Gin gave a smirk and offered a hint, "You can take a look at your mobile phone first."
This was not merely a hint, but rather a signal that the hunt had begun.
And at this moment, Anatoly had clearly fallen into the trap prepared by Gin.
As previously stated, Snow White is Anatoly's Weakness.
That long-deceased girl was the object that this old man before him had pursued his entire life, the indelible moonlight and cinnabar mole in his heart, his weakness.
It was her Inner demon
The moment that old man looked at the Black i Phone, the second his gaze touched the screen, Everything had already begun silently and without a sound.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Gin curled his lips into a silent smile.
You've already seen it, haven't you..
You've already thought of it, haven't you?
Where—is—she—?" Anatoly spoke one word at a time, his voice harsh, "Where have you put her?
This aged Wolf King was finally enraged.
His eyes were as crimson as blood, his voice was hoarse and shrill, yet it carried an unmistakable, heavy wrath.
It was as if, in the next second, he would tear through Gin's throat with his claws.
Gin slightly raised an eyebrow, wearing a faint, enigmatic smile, looking calm and composed: "Haven't you already guessed it?"
“This Location was your own choice.” The Silver-haired man tilted his head slightly. “She is.. right beside you!”
Gin took a step back, stepping aside to make room for Anatoly, his posture as elegant and composed as it had been just a few minutes ago.
He spoke each word deliberately and clearly, his voice laced with deep malice: "I hung her by a rope beneath the window of the Villa."
Gin did not care that Anatoly had perceived the malice in his words; he didn't care at all.
Because Anatoly no longer had the luxury of worrying about that.
Do you want to go and see it with your own eyes—?
As the Silver-haired man's last words fell, Anatoly had already rushed toward the window.
His face was manic, his shoulders trembling; everything about him revealed his madness.
Can Anatoly really not perceive the trap before him?
Not to that extent.
But the bait had too much influence over him, so much so that he could ignore everything, so much so that he was willing to leap into the trap.
Gin slightly lowered his eyes, his silver hair obscuring half of his face and hiding his expression at this moment.
In the next second, the Silver-haired man suddenly raised his eyes, a chilling smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.
He casually reached out and, in front of everyone's eyes, brought his hands to his lips, opening his mouth to bite his gloves with his teeth.
Black leather gloves.
His cold green eyes stared straight at the subordinates of Anatoly who were frozen in place within the house, Gin pulled off his gloves with his teeth, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.
The fair and beautiful Male's hands were exposed to the air like that. Gin's hands were perfectly proportioned with distinct knuckles, his long Fingers were as if carved from White jade; the calluses on his Palm were not obvious, but instead added a sense of rugged charm to them.
Gin raised his hands, his hands touching his own hair, simply used a black hair tie to tie himself into a high ponytail.
The wind blew through his Ponytail.
He lowered his hands.
Bang—
The gunshot rang out, just as expected.
Akai Shuichi's marksmanship is indeed quite good.
With that gunshot, a sinister smirk escaped Gin's lips, then he suddenly drew his gun, pointing it directly at that group of 'unrelated people'.
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Author's Note: After thinking about it, I added another small segment.
Take off gloves, take off gloves! High ponytail, high ponytail!
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Thanks to Meow Unspeakable Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Thank you to the Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution:
Meow Unspeakable Little Angel 11 bottles; Yuanzhong Mengxian 9 bottles; Zhichun Shinan 6 bottles; Lin Yang, Bai Chenshang 1 bottle;
Very [male] grateful to everyone for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 178: Chapter 162 I Should Also Be Considered a Betrayal Now..
When Akai Shuichi arrived at the villa carrying the guitar case containing the sniper rifle, this was the scene he witnessed.
The silver-haired man in a black trench coat stepped slowly out from the Villa entrance, enveloped by the piercing cold wind.
The scent of blood gradually permeated the air. The twilight sunlight was heavy and dim, the setting sun was like blood, staining the Horizon with the magnificent and beautiful Sunset glow, as if an oil painting had been recklessly smeared with vibrant pigments by an innocent child.
Gin was the center of this painting.