As the elevator sank into the space below the ground, the mirrored inner wall reflected the different expressions of the people in the elevator, not only Bourbon's, but also Gin and Vermouth, and Tsunayoshi Sawada himself.

Looking at the people with serious faces in the mirror and feeling the extremely depressing atmosphere, Tsunayoshi Sawada's thoughts became inexplicably distant.

The last time there was such a tense atmosphere in the elevator was the last time - he meant, when he was about to meet Bai Lan.

At that time, because of Bai Lan's request and because of a decision that had been made long ago, he had no companions by his side. When he was escorted to the meeting place by members of Millufiore, the atmosphere in the elevator was as depressing as it is now.

Standing behind him at that time was Millefiore's senior executive Shoichi Irie, with a serious face similar to Bourbon's now, looking more like a villain than all the people in the elevator combined.

But what is the result?

Shoichi Irie is an undercover agent of the Vongola, and Toru Amuro is also an undercover agent of the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

Perhaps this is the common feature of undercover elites.

They are obviously good guys at heart, but they are good at pretending to be more mafia than the mafia. Even the most cautious foxes can't smell the difference between these people and the mafia.

Thinking about all sorts of things in a mess, Sawada Tsunayoshi found that this was the first time he recalled what happened that day.

Although the situation was urgent, I didn't feel that nervous, probably because I had made plans and preparations in advance.

He even recalled the time when he just took over the power from the ninth generation grandfather. He was in a hurry and rushed, just like he had a big dream. When he woke up, he found that his daily and peaceful life was far away from him.

He suddenly became the tenth generation leader of Vongola, and fought hard for his partners and family to deal with the impending darkness.

This is how he dealt with unreasonable bullying when he was very young. When he grew up and was able to ignite a flame, he still maintained that posture, like a robot that would not cut off its energy source, protecting those within the range of his fist.

Reborn sometimes says that he is a willful guy, but thanks to having a group of trustworthy partners around him, even when he decided to destroy the Vongola ring and was opposed for it, his partners always supported him.

He destroyed the ring because he believed that if ordinary people - or should I say ordinary mafia - controlled the fire, it would definitely cause new disputes. The ring, the cornerstone of the world, would cause a world-class struggle.

I didn't expect that even in a new world, I still have to solve the problem of fire.

The Godfather rubbed his brows tiredly, pretending not to notice Bourbon's inquiring eyes behind him, and followed Gin out.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between Rum's underground laboratory and Shirley's. Although they are different areas, the familiar metal-textured corridors, pupil verification, infrared and machine gun protection are given the importance corresponding to the fire of life.

They walked through the corridor and entered a room. A gem several times larger than the [Fire of Life] in his hand was placed in the middle of the room. Researchers in white coats were either observing the changes in the data with notebooks, or exploring something in front of the gem with instruments that Tsunayoshi Sawada was unfamiliar with. They were muttering to themselves, like monks from India chanting sutras.

As he was thinking this, he actually heard a monk whispering some scriptures. Sawada Tsunayoshi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a monk wearing a monk's robe playing the guitar facing the big rock.

The master was chanting something very quickly, probably some sutra like Prajnaparamita. The string in his hand was plucked quickly as he muttered, and it sounded very melodious.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He averted his gaze without saying a word.

"Special events deserve special treatment." Perhaps sensing the Godfather's silence, Bermode flicked his hair and said, "This is a master that the organization recruited last year. He recently qualified to enter the Fire of Life Project and has been here for a week."

She said with a somewhat regretful expression: "But unfortunately, I haven't seen any effect yet."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

"The organization is still..." He tried hard to choose his words, looking at the research site where people were doing scientific research and chanting scriptures at the same time, and tried his best not to show an inexperienced expression, "it's quite inclusive."

Bermode turned around and smiled at him.

The Godfather felt that he could not enjoy this luxury and hesitated between Gin and Bourbon. As the younger generation did not seem to want to get close to him today, he hid beside Gin, everyone's good friend and reliable partner.

The reliable elder brother Gin raised his head and glanced at Vermouth with a warning.

"Okay, okay," the blonde shrugged and spread her hands, "I know you two have a good relationship, best friend.