Chapter 27 Chapter 27 I'm teaching the undercover a lesson, what's with you...

And just twenty minutes ago, after Scotland finished training, "Anyou, it's time to go home."

When I turned around, there was no one behind me. I was surprised when he disappeared. I thought he would be waiting for me, but he was not there.

Where would he go? Would he go out to play by himself? But An You felt cold before and didn’t want to act alone, so he shouldn’t run away.

Scotland looked around, then circled the training grounds and called out, "Anyou, are you playing hide-and-seek? Come out, we're going home."

I shouted more than ten times, and even if I was hiding, I should have heard it, but there was still no response.

He searched everywhere in the training ground, but there was no sign of anyone. Scotland's face changed slightly. Could something have happened?

He ran along the road, and the sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor, but he didn't see anyone along the way.

Until he saw a man in a black suit, always wearing a pair of sunglasses, and wondered why Vodka was here.

His return means that Gin has also returned.

He was already certain that Anyou's disappearance was related to Gin.

Vodka held his head high and was guarding the door of an archive room. Could there be someone there?

Just as he was running closer, he suddenly heard a shrill wail.

Anyou.

Scotland didn't care about anything else and rushed to the archive room, preparing to break in.

Vodka stood in front of them and said, "Hey, no one is allowed to enter, uh."

Before I could finish my words, I was elbowed and staggered in pain. My sunglasses almost fell off.

Vodka covered his face: "Can't you wait for me to finish speaking?"

The door opened and he saw a silent figure sitting behind the table.

After hearing the noise, the man turned his face slightly, revealing cold eyes under his long silver hair.

"Who let you in? Get out."

Scotland ignored him and looked at Anyou first.

Under the table was An You sitting on the ground.

She was lying on Gin's legs, they were very close and their actions were extremely ambiguous.

His cheeks were white with a hint of red, like falling pear blossoms, his round eyes were filled with tears, he sobbed softly, his eye sockets were red, he looked like he was being bullied.

Scotland's eyes widened in surprise. This tortured beauty was so breathtaking.

He soon realized that now was not the time to watch the fun. An You was already in such pain, but he was late.

Scotland didn't know that those tears were actually from laughing.

A hand was pinching the back of An You's neck, like a lost deer being violently suppressed.

It is a very coercive and oppressive action, usually seen in abusers.

Scotland looked slightly angry at this scene.

An You's eyes lit up when she saw that it was Scotland. "Scotland, you're finally here."

An You tried to break free, but as soon as she moved, her head was held down again and she was taken back to Gin.

An You collapsed on the ground, looking like he had been frightened before. The fear on his face was still there, and he resisted fiercely.

Gin pinched the back of his neck, but he didn't surrender.

He grabbed Gin's hair. Neither of them gave in, like a check and balance between them.

Scotland clenched his fists, "Let him go."

Gin snorted coldly, "What position are you standing on to talk to me?"

Scotland: "I don't have any position, but what right do you have to restrict his freedom? He doesn't want to be controlled by you, can't you see?"

Gin: "I taught the undercover a lesson, and you defended him so much, or do you also have the intention of betraying him?"

Scotland sneered, "You judge the identity of an undercover agent by just talking nonsense. That's quite interesting."

Gin's expression turned cold. "I hope your strength is as good as your words."

Scotland: "Don't worry about it."

Gin: "Find out your place before you come here and question me, Scotland."

Scotland said nothing, his eyes were serious and filled with anger, and there was a rare fighting spirit in his blue eyes.

Gin admired this scene. He didn't care about other people's pain or anger. The Black Organization, which prioritized strength, let them speak with guns.

This boring farce should end.

Something touched his calf, a very light touch, and then disappeared quietly.

Gin lowered his eyes and looked at Anyou who was listening attentively and joining in the fun, and almost laughed out of anger.

I thought that when they were fighting, he was so honest and quiet because he was reflecting on his mistakes.

Unexpectedly, there was no reflection at all.

This little brat, even though he was being restrained by himself, secretly reached under the chair to look for the gift he had been longing for. He was really focusing on unimportant things.

If it weren't for the shaking of his suit pants, he wouldn't even know that An You had the perseverance to work so hard.

Gin stared at his hair curls expressionlessly, but the other party didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Because of the accidental touch just now, his movements became much lighter, and his arms were sinking little by little. The more he groped, the deeper his waist bent, and his cheek was pressed against his thigh.

She seemed to be tired and was resting on his legs, but in fact she was touching the floor all over the place behind his back.

The blatant behavior has been clearly exposed, why don't you get up?

He was a little curious about Anyou's train of thought. She thought that Gin was a fool and wouldn't notice it.

Gin didn't say anything, just waiting for him to react.

Sugra was the first to react. In his opinion, An You's posture was not safe. The corners of her clothes were folded up, revealing her slender waist.

He hadn't forgotten that there was a Vodka at the door, looking into the room.

And he was too close to Gin.

Scotland pulled down the corner of his shirt to cover his porcelain white skin.

"Anyou." A gentle reminder.

Sure enough, An You, who was looking for him, looked up and said, "What's wrong, Scotland?"

He always responds to requests.

"Get up. Let's go home."

"Okay." He straightened up and was about to stand up when he found that Gin was still holding him down.

Scotland saw that Gin still didn't intend to give up, so he frowned and said, "You can let go now. You don't know his identity yet, you shouldn't."

Gin: "You don't need to remind me, I know better than you."

Scotland stepped forward and took Gin's arm in his hand, "Now that you know, don't embarrass him. Let go."

The two forces were checking and balancing each other. Gin was naturally unwilling to let go easily, and Scotland also stared at the newcomer with a firm gaze. Neither of them was willing to let go.

An You was stuck in the middle, feeling like a swaying water plant, drifting with the waves. The competition was bound to affect her, and the pressure on the back of her neck became more and more severe.

An You suggested weakly. "How about letting me go and fighting again? I'm worried you might accidentally break my neck."

No one paid any attention, except Scotland, whose expression was tinged with anxiety.

Scotland: "Gin, let him go, you're going to hurt him."

Gin sneered and looked up at Scotland, "I never realized before that you were so good at standing up for others."

Scotland: "There's just no chance."

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if it could explode at any time, and they just stood there in silence.

Soon, Gin shook off Scotland's hand and completely released his grip on Anyou.

An You sat on the ground for a long time, his whole body limp, like a lamb to be slaughtered. After the great joy and sorrow, only fatigue remained.

Scotland squatted down and asked patiently, "Are you okay? Can you stand up?"

An You: "My legs feel a little weak."

Scotland put his arm around his shoulders and lifted him up, while Anyou also rested her head on his shoulders.

Gin glimpsed this scene through his long hair and raised his eyebrows. To be honest, it looked a bit annoying.

Although An You's behavior violated his undercover rules, he was special after all, being the adult's most beloved grandson.

He knew very well how favored this person was; he knew it the moment he entered the villa area.

The butler, originally only serving the master, was obedient to An You, a man he had never met. He accepted his orders without complaint and was even willing to bend the established rules for him.

That was naturally what the adults were thinking, and everything the housekeeper did was instructed.

If the descendants of adults are undercover agents, then what are adults? Relatives of undercover agents? It's ridiculous to say it out loud.

This is something that is impossible, and he cannot execute An You.

He just saw the answer on the table, sneered, and was about to throw it away, but when he heard Vodka say that An You was at the base, he thought of finding an opportunity to scare her.

What was unexpected was that Scotland was willing to go against him for An You.

Scotland has just joined the organization and its foundation is not stable, but it dares to act like this. Even if his superior is Rum, there is nothing he can do and Rum cannot protect him.

It was easy for the organization to eliminate an employee. They just had to shoot him. He had the obligation to clean up the rats.

Even if it's not a mouse, there won't be any consequences if you just make it disappear because you don't like it.

So this means, in order to protect An You, you are not even afraid of death.

Gin looked up at Anyou, who was almost exhausted and hanging on Scotland's shoulder. Scotland looked focused, his fingers flying as he straightened the wrinkled corners of his clothes. The two of them were very close and trusted each other.

After staring for a while, he turned his head away. What does it have to do with him? Why should he care who An You is close to?

Making friends is the other person's freedom. Make friends with whoever you want. Just don't bother him!

Gin said coldly, "Since this is your first offense, I won't punish you severely. Go back and write a letter of apology."

An You pointed at herself and said, "Who? Me? I only got 38 points on my college entrance exam essay, and you want me to write a self-criticism? Is that true?"

Gin: "Who else but you? I remind you again, don't have any thoughts of betrayal. And don't show it openly, otherwise no one can protect you."

Gin looked up, his green eyes fixed on Anyou, and added the last sentence, "After all, the power has not yet been transferred."

If the boss cannot tolerate betrayal, then blood ties cannot protect Anyou. This is a very realistic fact.

Just now, when he looked into An You's eyes, he couldn't help but remind himself, but he regretted it after a while and hoped that there would not be a next time.

Gin waved his hand and sent him away: "Okay, you can go now."

An You: "Well, who?"

Before he could finish his words, the man was picked up by Scotland and taken out.