Amuro Tooru blinked, for a moment, his impulse to punch someone vanished.
It's so nice.
He thought.
If Akai Shuichi is unhappy, then I am happy. 【Smiling JPG】
"Regarding the matter of Miyano Akemi," Gin said, uttering the final words.
..
Over there, Akai Shuichi was struggling to process the amount of information revealed by Amuro Tooru, while over here, Heine was chatting with Gin.
Heine's yacht was not particularly large for a yacht, but it had more than enough room to accommodate over a dozen people. Judging by the entertainment facilities and necessary equipment on board, this yacht should be quite new.
After subconsciously sizing up his upcoming mode of transportation, Gin turned his head and said to Heine beside him, "You really could have just arranged a simple yacht."
There is no need for it to be this big, Truth is Truth.
It's too conspicuous.
“That was my original thought,” Heine chuckled. “But my father happens to have several yachts in Japan.”
So, you just decided to use better ones instead?
Gin conveyed his speechless exasperation through his gaze.
Heine clearly understood what Gin was implying. He shrugged his hands, his tone carrying a hint of playful innocence: "Besides, I thought there would be a fierce battle.. so I thought I'd prepare some better combat gear~"
"I never expected you to be so formidable, resolving the leader of B. W. so easily." She winked playfully, her cobalt blue eyes flashing with a hint of gentle laughter under the sunlight.
“……” Gin fell silent for a moment before saying quite sincerely, “It wasn't 'easy'."
Not easy at all, okay? He's about to die of exhaustion!
Is that so?" Heine raised his hand to brush back his bangs, his tone heavy with implication. "I saw Akai Shuichi chatting quite happily with you; I thought you two had resolved things quite easily!
Gin: ".."
Why did he feel that Heine was implying something else?
He remained silent about this.
Fortunately, Heine himself knew just how difficult it was to deal with the leader of such an organization. Not to mention that he had previously been in combat with B. W, was currently at a disadvantage.
After a light jab, he set aside his playful mood, his expression turned serious.
Even though you don't look injured, I still want to make sure." The blonde-haired man's blue eyes became even clearer under the sunlight, his handsome features showing a hint of concern: "Are you alright?
Gin met his gaze, then curled his lips into a slight smirk. "I'm fine."
Somehow, this kind of care, which he would normally have looked down upon.. actually made him feel a little better.
Gin blinked discreetly, his gaze sweeping across the railing of the yacht. "By the way, you just said you 'thought there would be a fierce battle, so you prepared some better combat equipment'?"
The Silver-haired man turned his head, hands in his pockets, with a hint of a smirk in his eyes: "Then—"
He drew out his voice, his tone carrying a hint of laughter: "Why don't you just sail a battleship over here?"
Heine: ".."
The blonde-haired man rolled his incredibly handsome blue eyes in a beautiful eye roll, said with a laugh of frustration, "Then I have to be able to open it too~"
This exchange, which was more of a verbal jab than a conversation, came to a temporary end.
Gin looked at the bright, clear sky, glanced at the watch on his wrist, then nonchalantly pulled something out of his Coat pocket and tossed it straight to Heine.
Caught off guard by the 'attack,' Heine's eyes widened.
However, his reaction speed was nothing to scoff at; he raised his hand and caught the "hidden weapon" thrown by Gin, while simultaneously raising an eyebrow in confusion.
The Silver-haired man let out a low chuckle, offering no answer.
Heine opened his hands, his gaze meeting the object being passed into his palm.
A USB.
He looked up at Gin, his eyes filled with a probing doubt.
In the next second, Heine voiced his question directly: "Is this.. the last piece of information?"
Gin nodded.
The sea breeze blew against his black trench coat and through his silver hair, which was tied in a ponytail.
The wind carried a slight salty taste, instantly bringing the sea to mind. Ripples rose on the sea surface at the right moment, shimmering beautifully under the Sunlight.
A few stray strands of bangs covered Gin's forehead before being tossed into disarray once again by the wind.
Gin stood still in the sea breeze, gazing vacantly at the endless sea, a trace of inscrutable loneliness in his expression.
"Have you decided?" Heine asked, gazing at him for a long time.
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Chapter 181: Chapter 165 Overly Rational
"Have you decided?" Heine gazed at him for a long time before asking the question.
Ready?
Of course, I'm ready.
Gin thought this, his gaze sharpened in an instant.
He turned to look at Heine, a trace of inexplicable melancholy and a faint Sigh appearing on the handsome face of the Blonde-haired man.
“You know it.” Gin slightly lowered his eyes, saying to the man in front of him, “The Black Organization has never had a high tolerance for betrayal.”
Few people who betray the Black Organization ever have a good end.
Even for a low-level member like Miyano Akemi, the Black Organization showed no regard for the deep sisterly bond between her and Miyano Shiho, ordering her death.
Not to mention a Core member like him.
Although Gin is young, he already holds high authority within the Black Organization. His hands are stained with blood; his bullets have taken countless lives, he walks upon the skeletons of many.
He is not only the Organization's Top Killer, the sharpest blade, but also one of the few members who has access to the core members.
If a person like that were to commit betrayal, the losses and secrets leaked to the Black Organization would be far beyond what Akai Shuichi could have caused back then.
The Black Organization will certainly not let him off.
Whether it is for the sake of public "face," or for the potential material losses.
Not to mention—" the Silver-haired man drew out his voice, his eyes narrowing slightly, his tone sounding half-mocking, half-serious: "I've offended quite a few people over the years.
For the Underworld, peers are always rivals; Gin has been a dominant force over the years, he has taken a significant slice of many people's "Cakes," leaving him with many enemies.
"Death is the best way," Gin said with implication.
He blinked, a hint of a smile appearing in his green eyes. At this moment, he did not forget to take a jab at Heine: "I am not some Young Master with a powerful backing like you."
.. Give it a rest." Heine fell silent for a moment, before ultimately choosing to face Gin with a relaxed tone: "Don't think I don't know about the transaction you made with my father.
Gin had his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant. "I never intended to hide it from you anyway."
The Silver-haired man approached the Yacht's railing in a few steps.
The railing was made of metal and had been painted white; it looked relatively new, though traces of Time could still be found in some places.
The sea breeze was not strong as it blew against his face, carrying the unique scent of sea water. Sunlight enveloped the world, the sea reflected a brilliant golden luster; looking from afar, the boundless sea appeared like a piece of colorful golden gauze woven by a celestial maiden.
Shimmer reflected in Gin's eyes.
Gin gripped the railing with one hand, his cold green eyes gazing out toward the sea, as the warm sunlight shone down on his body, making him feel a slight sense of drowsy sleepiness.
He narrowed his eyes to scan his surroundings, then turned to face Heine, his high ponytail sweeping through the air in a beautiful arc, a faint smile playing on the lips of the Silver-haired man.
A sea bird flew over the sea, letting out a strange cry.
Your Owl.. is very energetic.
Heine fell silent for a moment, momentarily at a loss for words.
He had no intention of interrogating him to begin with, so he simply bypassed the original topic.
Is that so?" Gin blinked, giving a light chuckle and a faint comment, "It can be quite annoying sometimes.
That person looked somewhat weary. Heine pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he spoke.
“So.. have you decided to go to 'death'?” Heine raised his eyes, his words and expression both indifferent.
..
So.. have you decided to go to your 'death'?
If Gin were to answer, the answer to this question would, in fact, also be yes.
Heine can just witness his Death.
As far as Gin knows, someone from the Italian Mafia has already made contact with the Black Organization—for Heine's sake.
Even though Heine's recent actions have already touched upon the Black Organization's bottom line, it is believed that under the drive of interest, nothing will happen to him.
Therefore, even if the Organization Cadre might not believe it, they will still 'accept' the fact that he will witness his own death, driven by the pursuit of interest.
Because the benefits of 'accepting' were far greater than those of 'questioning.'
On one hand, the Black Organization saved face, on the other hand..
It is not that Gin is conceited, but his existence is very important in the eyes of many.
Among them were those who wanted to know the secrets of the Black Organization.