He stared at Gin's back for three seconds, then turned his head to look at Sheila.
The other party's stunning beauty seemed to have no effect on him, as his green eyes only swept past him. The Black-haired agent gave her a slight nod and said in a low voice, as mellow as fine liquor, "In that case, I am leaving as well."
Sheila felt not surprised at all.
Should I be thanking you for leaving without even saying a word?!
The Black-haired woman nodded nonchalantly, a hint of slight displeasure in her blue eyes, but this displeasure did not contain any wrath, it was mostly just helplessness.
"Get lost!" She gave an eye roll, turning her head away, unwilling to deal with this so-called pair of Nemeses.
Akai Shuichi was not angry. She took a step back, slightly observing the black-haired woman in front of her, then said in a volume that would not be heard by outsiders, "Take care of yourself."
Then he turned and left.
Under the moonlight, the black-haired woman's figure stood alone, adding a few more traces of lonely desolation.
He did not turn around, but merely watched the subordinates still busy cleaning up on the speedboat, without saying a word.
After a moment of silence, Sheila suddenly spoke without warning, his eyes dark: "What the.."
Although he hadn't been hiding his physical condition, was it really okay to say it so bluntly?
Just consider it as your thanks to me for saving you all..
But she still felt a bit dissatisfied.
His blue eyes flickered slightly, the black-haired woman puffed out one cheek in a somewhat childish manner.
Forget it, for now.. I wish you good luck.
..
Nana saw Azhen again on the way home.
He carried a box of Matcha raw chocolate in one hand, with a silver shoulder bag hanging from his right shoulder, occasionally taking out a piece or two from the packaging to enjoy the taste.
The rich Matcha Nama chocolate melted between his lips and teeth, its delicate and smooth texture sweeping across his taste buds. The sweet yet slightly bitter cocoa powder and the light, elegant Matcha blended perfectly together, making Nana's eyes light up.
Then she saw Gin.
When the Silver-haired man saw him, his pupils dilated slightly for a moment, a clear flash of shock passed through his green eyes.
He stopped several steps away, staring at Nana silently, his expression appearing dazed, yet seemingly empty of everything.
—Leaving only a void.
It is hard to say how much time passed—perhaps dozens of seconds, or perhaps several minutes—but Gin finally moved.
He blinked, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward, then he walked toward Nana.
Nana felt as if every muscle in his body had gone stiff.
Zhenjun! It's Zhenjun!
She looks like he hasn't been in any accident.. Thank goodness!
But his complexion doesn't seem very good? Is it because he's too tired?
Wait.. wait! Am I still pretending to be Sister?!
What.. what should I do?! Is it too late to run now?
QAQ
Her mind was filled with a thousand tangled thoughts, swirling together into a chaotic mess, much like a yarn ball being played with by a cat.
However, the person in front of her was not a cat, but a Leopard.
Nana's surprised expression gradually froze, turning into a wry, awkward smile.
“..” However, before she could speak, the man opposite spoke first.
"Stop pretending to be your Sister—" His voice was very light, as if a Feather drifting through Nana's heart, or perhaps just a simple Sigh.
Nana's originally anxious heart suddenly calmed down.
She lifted her face and gave a smile of pure joy to the person she had not seen for many days:
Welcome back! Zhenjun.
..
So—" Gin stared fixedly at Nana, holding a cup of hot coffee that the Waiter had just brought over in one hand: "You didn't have an accident, right?
Nana looked bewildered. "Who said I had an accident?"
He had already returned to his original appearance, at this moment, she was absentmindedly digging into the matcha cake in front of him.
This cafe has a light luxury style, with a quiet environment and attentive service.
It was a morning on a workday, there were not many guests coming for coffee; only a few scattered individuals seemed to be chatting, looking quite relaxed.
A faint floral fragrance drifted through the Cafe, emanating from the few pots of ornamental flowers placed in the Corner—a natural scent.
I did run into some danger before." Shiratori Nana took a bite of the matcha cake, his eyes narrowing with happiness, then said to Gin with a beaming smile, "But I've already taken care of it myself!
Don't underestimate me!
Nana's smile was bright and radiant, as if it could dispel all gloom.
However, Gin did not offer much comment on this.
He slowly turned his head toward Akai Shuichi, who was sitting opposite him, a half-smile playing on his face.
“Is that so—?” Gin said, his words heavy with implication.
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Author's Note: Thanks to Jiye Qianchen Little Angel for the two landmines, love you mwah~
Thank you for the landmine, Dibei Tiannan Little Angel, love you mwah~
Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution:
Qianxue 6 bottles; Kongshan Jue 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 187 Non-responsibility side story: Drinking Side Story
Preface—
The Black Organization is a criminal organization, most of the Cadre within the organization are named after liquor.
It's just like the counterfeit products that occasionally pop up within the Liquor Group; both are hallmarks of the Black Organization.
Sometimes, Gin also wonders: using liquor names as codenames for members.. Did the Mastermind start out by running a Winery?
Or is it.. that the chunibyo phase hasn't passed yet?
This irresponsible speculation has come to a temporary end, but for many Black Organization Cadres, they always encounter all sorts of liquor in their daily lives.
Gin was no exception.
First: Gin & Martini.
Gin has a high alcohol tolerance.
Among those who were familiar with it, this was not a Secret.
At that time, he had just become the first among his peers to earn a codename, Heine and Cavendish used that reputation to approach him for drinks.
The process was quite difficult to describe, but the final Result was clear and unmistakable.
Heine drank until his eyes were hazy, his blue eyes appearing as if covered by a thin layer of mist, making him look somewhat like an innocent child at first glance.
She lay sprawled on the Bar table, her reddish hair hanging quietly, with a few strands falling over her forehead, trembling slightly with her half-asleep, half-awake movements.
It was clearly a vibrant Color, yet at this moment, it appeared wilted.
Cavendish propped his head up with one hand, his handsome yet slightly youthful features scrunched together. Her gaze was unfocused, he mumbled something indistinctly, her words so incoherent and illogical that an ordinary person would find them impossible to understand.
In the Lemon Bar, which had long since been cleared out, there were only a few people left. The Bartender stood behind the bar, cautiously watching the several newcomers of the Black Organization before slowly shifting his gaze toward Gin.
The Silver-haired youth's cheeks were slightly crimson, but his green eyes were clear.
It was as if his jade-like eyes blinked softly, flashing with a dazzling luster under the light.
At that time, they were at an age of high spirits and unbridled recklessness.
After he had knocked down two reckless challengers, the Silver-haired youth casually opened another bottle of Gin, his gaze lightly brushing over the ice cubes in the glass, his slightly pursed lips were stained with a hint of seductive moisture.
Then, the glass filled with liquid was taken away by an ivory-white hand.
Those fingers were long and slender, the skin delicate, so beautiful they could almost work as a hand model in a shopping mall. A lovely shade of red stained the fingertips, looking like a flower blooming brilliantly under the light.
Or blood.
The youth looked toward that hand, the owner of the hand was smiling gracefully at him.
The Blonde-haired woman is a legend of the Black Organization.
Some say she is the Boss's woman, having risen to power through her stunning beauty and exquisite body. Some speakers use a tone of disdain, their eyes filled with contempt, while others have dreamy eyes filled with wild fantasies, yet they are all forced to bow and scrape before this woman.
Some say she is the Boss's daughter, having received special training since childhood. The Blonde-haired woman wanders the world wearing different masks, rising through the ranks through deception and killing.
Some say she is the Black Organization's Experimental subject, her ageless beauty is the best proof. Time seems to favor her exceptionally; after all these years, her appearance remains as it was in the beginning, every gesture she makes is a masterpiece of elegance.
Everyone has their own theories, but anyone with a brain wouldn't view Vermouth as a mere Vase.
She is a poppy growing in the dark, a beautiful woman nourished by blood, a ruthless character capable of killing with a sharp knife, firearms, or a smile without changing her expression.
She is the Thousand-faced Witch, the Femme fatale.
It is Vermouth.
The youth Gin looked up, his gaze meeting Vermouth's bright eyes.
They were very close, yet Gin felt that they were far away.
Very far away.
He watched the emotion in Vermouth's eyes from a distance, then curled his lips into a mocking smile.