“I never expected this,” Yoruichi Toyama said with exaggerated indignation, “that Miss Akane would resort to kidnapping just because I refused to submit to her!”

Lan Zexi, or rather, Vermouth, was stunned by this completely illogical accusation.

She was still holding the broken disguise mask in her hand, and glared at Yoruichi Toyama as if to say, "Don't you want to see what you're saying?"

You disguised yourself as Mingmei, and I kidnapped you because... I wanted to force you to pursue me?

You call yourself a detective?

However, in the blink of an eye, she reverted to her arrogant and domineering attitude.

"Stop talking nonsense and confusing people, Yuanshan."

"Of course you know what's going on."

“Akami Miyano—that’s your girlfriend’s real name. You know who she is and you’re protecting her.”

"Or maybe she's not even a girlfriend, right?"

Absinthe chuckled and reached out, her slender fingers gently caressing Yoruichi Toyama's cheek and ear before slowly sliding down.

When the warm fingertips brushed across his neck, Toyama Yoru instinctively trembled with worry.

His hands were wrapped around the back of the chair and tied behind his back, his wrists were locked, and because of his struggle earlier, the lock was tightened even more.

They should be specialized handcuffs, strong enough to bind even someone with greater fighting skills.

The two legs were also tied to the chair legs in a similar manner.

Therefore, he was firmly fixed to this heavy chair, the back of which felt rough and cold to the touch, like metal.

This dispelled the last vestige of the idea of ​​dismantling the chair.

Yoruichi Toyama, whose fighting power was equivalent to that of a Kyoto, could only be like a caged beast, letting Vermouth teasingly caress her.

But the hand didn't threaten his life at all; it even gently circled his Adam's apple.

A strange heat surged from Yoruichi Toyama's body.

He couldn't help but let out a muffled grumble.

Absinthe smiled knowingly.

“He’s still just a little boy who doesn’t understand anything!” she said. “You two, you and her, haven’t even…”

Yoruichi Toyama tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart.

The panic at this moment had nothing to do with Akemi.

Although men like sexy women, it's really hard to accept being forcibly taken by a sexy older sister, no, maybe an aunt, or maybe...

"Comparable to... Miss Akane... in terms of experience..." Yoruichi Toyama managed to squeeze out her words.

She thought she would continue to tease him with absinthe, but instead she thoughtfully withdrew her hand and stared at him.

"He really is an amateur." Her tone seemed somewhat surprised.

"I'm telling you, you're not really just a detective, are you?"

When those eyes came closer, Yoruichi Toyama realized that the black pupils were just colored contact lenses.

In the flickering light of the lighter, a faint blue-green hue reflected in her eyes.

"No, I actually have another identity."

On a whim, Toyama Yoru answered seriously.

"I am the Son of Ultra from Nebula M78..."

Vermouth's expectant gaze suddenly turned into amusement, then flashed with rage.

"Hey, don't hit my face!" Yuanshan Ye only managed to shout this one sentence.

The fist came down.

The lighter is also lost.

A sudden, violent barrage of punches and kicks erupted in the darkness.

With a loud crash, the heavy iron chair overturned, drowning out Yoruichi's muffled cries of pain.

"Sister, please stop hitting me...you're my own sister..."

Amidst the whistling of fists and the dull thuds of blows landing on bodies, he groaned and mumbled.

Absinthe stopped, panting.

Having played the role of a wealthy heiress for so long, it took her a while to realize that this wasn't a family reunion, but rather a rogue begging for mercy.

The lights came on.

This time it's not a lighter.

Yuanshan Yeyi gasped for breath and spat out two mouthfuls of saliva tinged with blood before she could make out the lights hanging from the tall ceiling.

It's probably a warehouse or something similar.

The gangsters in the movie particularly enjoy using torture to extract confessions, and there are also scenes of murder to cover up crimes.

Yoruichi Toyama had another brain fart.

“This isn’t right…” He lay on his side on the ground, struggling to find the direction of the absinthe, muttering, “How can you… interrogate someone like this…”

"Tell me the problem first, then call..."

"I regretted it halfway through the beating, so I confessed..."

Vermouth laughed in exasperation, kicked him in the shoulder, and straightened him and his chair.

The blood that had flowed into her nasal cavity flowed back down, and Yoruichi Toyama swallowed a mouthful, coughing up some of it as well.

Absinthe waited quietly until he caught his breath, wiped the blood from his mouth, and then spoke.

"Is it worth it for that girl from the Miyano family?"

"It's worth it," Yoruichi Toyama replied frankly.

"Even if she wasn't my girlfriend, she was such a good girl, and you can't just kill her like that."

Absinthe didn't respond, but paused before smiling.

"You might be the first person to be able to save someone from Gin's gun."

"Right?" Yoruichi Toyama smiled as well. "Do I look proud?"

For a fleeting moment, Vermouth wanted to punch him again.

But as soon as he moved his hand, the guy squinted and yelled something like "Sis, don't hit my face," which really dampened his spirits.

never mind……

"How much do you know about the organization?" Vermouth asked directly.

While you can get information by asking around indirectly, this person's ability to steer the conversation off-topic is truly first-rate.

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