Chapter 160: If men want to fight, they should go to the dance studio to fight! ...

Of course, Morofushi Kagemitsu could understand Kotani's dedication - during working hours, Furuya Rei always worked very hard.

Being caught spying together by this "young lady" was an unexpected loophole in itself, and it would naturally require effort to correct it. At the very least, they couldn't give her the impression that "Scotland and Bourbon have a close relationship," as that would be inconsistent with their original relationship within the organization. If they caught Gin's attention, it would be a disaster for the two undercover agents.

...While I understand...but Zero's expression is clearly a bit forced, isn't it...? I feel like there could be other ways...

Zhu Fujingguang always felt that the direction of You Xunran's efforts was a little strange, but given that the other party had already made efforts for this, he naturally had no reason not to cooperate.

"...His little antics have nothing to do with me, and shouldn't affect your judgment." After a brief moment of reaction, he lowered his eyes slightly, placed the cut fruit on the coffee table, and replied, "I'm not sure if his physical skills meet the standards you set... He's a member of the intelligence team, and I haven't had much interaction with him."

This was said openly, and perhaps Gin or Akai Shuichi would think he was right - after all, Scotland and Bourbon really have little in common on the surface, and they look like complete strangers, and have even had some unpleasant competition.

So, after briefly distancing himself from the matter, the usually reticent sniper finally added, "If you need me... I'm a member of the operations team, professionally trained in physical combat; I should be able to share my sniping techniques with you."

Straightforward and concise, it fits the image of the Scottish sniper.

Chaomu narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at his expression, then glanced at the blond, dark-faced girl beside her, waiting for him to speak. Her hands weren't idle either, either. She forked a piece of apple with her small fork and popped it into her mouth: "It's a little sour."

Bourbon's voice is sweeter than apple.

"Scotland is indeed an excellent sniper in the organization. Speaking of sniping skills, he's one of the better ones among Gin's subordinates in the operations team." He remained slightly bent over as he whispered in her ear, like a concubine offering slanderous advice. "Perhaps I really can't compare to a professional like him in this area..."

When he said this, the blond young man's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of just the right amount of dejection. He then quickly recovered and said confidently, "But I do have some confidence in my close combat skills. After all, as a member of the intelligence team, I often need some 'little tricks' to obtain intelligence."

"Let me try, miss, and I'll satisfy you."

Bourbon's words were perfectly in character, perfectly fitting. His acting was always excellent, and his gaze perfectly captured that cricket-like demeanor. Finally, he gave her a sincere look, as if humbly awaiting her decision.

Their confrontation was quite eye-catching, one was calm and aloof, the other was gentle and seductive; both sides were tit-for-tat, vying for her attention without giving in.

Anyone else would have probably believed it, but how could Chaomu, who had just overheard what was going on, possibly believe them? They were clearly very familiar with each other, right?! They were even calling each other by nicknames during their "secret conversation" just now... They were completely on the same page...!

...They'd acted like this in front of her before, right? Openly antagonistic, secretly scheming... Especially Scotland, his intimacy with her was all fake... Damn it. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

The young girl took a bite of the apple and her face wrinkled with sourness, but she struggled to suppress the sourness in order to maintain her image as a young lady.

She remained cool and watched them act for a while, then finally threw the fork in her hand back into the fruit bowl with a snap and leaned back.

"It's hard for me to believe empty words without any evidence." She leaned back on the sofa, her fingertips brushing the corners of her lips, and she raised an undisguised smile as if she was looking forward to the show. "How about you two fight and let me see your strength? I just want to practice with the best..."

"...Of course, I still hope Scotland wins. You won't let me down, right?"

Jianggu Ling: "…………"

To actually say something like that directly to him...isn't that just like saying "I want to see Bourbon get beaten"?

After staring at You Xunran, who also had a hint of helplessness in her eyes, for two seconds, the blond, dark-skinned young man's smile froze for a moment. Then he straightened up and said reluctantly, "If this is what you wish..."

"I will do my best to achieve it," the cat-eyed young man said steadily. "Please move aside for now. This place is too small to fully display your skills, and it's not convenient for you to watch the battle."

[Scotland/Bourbon has an idea. 】

They seemed to have reached some kind of agreement. Chaomu raised her eyebrows slightly, as if to see what other tricks they could come up with. Was they planning a match-fixing? An exhibition match? That wouldn't work. If the little black-faced man didn't get beaten up badly enough, she wouldn't be happy...

Well, it’s decided. If Scotland lets her win, she will go there herself and beat them both up.

She let the two of them busy themselves with the attitude of watching a show, got into Bourbon's sports car, and followed him to the city center.

This underground fighting arena hidden in a bustling place may seem low-key, but in fact it exudes a luxurious smell of money everywhere - after all, if you don't have money, it is really difficult to build such a spacious fighting arena in the center of Tokyo where every inch of land is valuable.

The blond youth slowed his pace and led the way. A young woman, dressed in elegant attire, jumped out, her heels clacking against the marble tiles. The shop ahead seemed to be a winery. The waiter came out respectfully to greet her. He froze for a moment when he saw her, then his attitude grew even more welcoming.

This was the allure of power—more stable and reliable than beauty. Chaomu felt increasingly that the appearance of the set Reborn had given her was superior, and he also vaguely felt that the attribute not listed in the attribute list seemed more important than he had imagined.

...Power...should it be tied to reputation as well? I feel like this upgrade should be related to the faction, like the Vongola should be the top of the gray or black faction...that's why this set of appearances offers such excellent stats, because it symbolizes the power of the top faction.

So what's the ultimate combination of the Gray Faction's missions and her personal life? The Trash Can King? All the trash cans are under her rule, and she can gather all the resources on the map?

The player excitedly speculated about the game plan and stepped into the elevator, surrounded by the sweet aroma of perfume. Two members of the organization stood behind her, one on each side, like two loyal bodyguards.

Bodyguard No. 1 smiled and pushed aside the waiters to open the door of the private room for her, while Bodyguard No. 2 followed behind her silently to block the prying eyes from behind.

"Considering the superior quality of the rooms here, they should enhance your viewing experience," Bourbon said, pulling out a menu for her to order from. "The standard drinks and snacks are in the refrigerator in the private room. For more elaborate meals, you'll need to order them yourself. If you like strawberries, their strawberry parfait is quite good."

He had waved the other waiters aside, and he was able to monopolize... together with Xiao Xunran, he monopolized the best position next to the "young lady".

The young lady didn't comment on his little action, and didn't even notice that he took off his coat after entering the room. She just stared at the menu intently, skipping the expensive drinks at the top and quickly ticking off several dishes.

This action looked familiar, and reminded Fūya Ling of the little bastard who had previously broken into the nightclub in a maid outfit and only ordered chocolate milk.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he didn't understand why he kept thinking about her today... The Vongola lady and she were obviously two completely different people. She didn't order most likely out of consideration for saving money, while this lady probably did it simply because she liked him.

If Chaomu could hear his inner voice, she would frankly tell him her simple thoughts: she originally wanted to fill up the glasses with wine and rip him off, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that drinking would cause debuffs such as slowness, which would hinder subsequent actions and fights, so she chose to make up for it with the meal.

Although it seems that if you can't finish the drinks you order in the game, you can take them away, but taking them away doesn't seem to be in line with her image - when wearing this vest, she still has to have some image concerns.

She snuggled comfortably onto a sofa while the two men, ordered to fight, took off their coats and stood on the small arena in front of them. After ordering a whole row of dishes, Chaomu finally looked up from the menu, ending his days of eating only oil and salt.

As soon as she looked around, she discovered some clues: although it was called a fighting arena, the decoration inside the VIP room was obviously more inclined to serve the guests who came to watch the game.

The decoration around the fighting ring in front was so simple that it could be said to be intentional. The walls were gray and there were scratches on the floor, as if they were deliberately maintaining a rough style. In addition to boxing gloves and protective gear, the surrounding railings and walls were also hung with shackles of various sizes, whips, paddles... and some things that Chao Mu couldn't name at the moment.

What's that ring and chain hanging down in the middle of the ring for...? Would a proper fighting arena have something like that? It looks like they could be used to hang people up there... And what about the display case on the side...

The lounge area she was staying in was decorated in a distinctly different style from the other area. It was a low-key, luxurious European style, with glittering crystal chandeliers. Behind the sofa bar was a... very large bed?

Chaomu fell into a brief moment of deep thought: ...Is this a proper fighting arena? What did the black-faced boy want to do by bringing her here?

Even the veil could not hide the confusion on her face. Her eyes wandered and fell on Zhu Fu Jingguang who had just taken off his coat in front of her. The latter obviously also found something wrong, and his white ears were burning red.

"...Bourbon," he said, his voice speed increasing a little, maintaining his composure as he called out to the other person, "This place..."

The blond young man who was frozen beside the ring: “…………”

“…This is also the first time I’ve booked a room of this highest standard…” He exhaled deeply, “I’ve only practiced in ordinary fields before. It was Vermouth who told me the environment here is so good…”

What the hell did Vermouth recommend?

But it was obviously impossible to call and scold Vermouth at this time. Furuya Rei calmed down and chose to apologize to the guest first: "I'm very sorry if I offended you... Do you need to change to another private room?"

"No need." Chaomu didn't know when he went around to throw away the trash himself - actually, he touched the trash can, and stuffed the strange props he touched into his backpack. His tone was relaxed, "This is it. It's really quite comfortable."

It's nice to see the world, too. This is the first time she's unlocked this kind of scene in a game. Is Japan truly worthy of this? The entertainment industry is truly thriving; even the fighting arena has some fun twists. It's quite thrilling.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and waiters in tuxedos filed in and served her a meal. She nestled comfortably on the sofa to eat, and also ordered a plate of sunflower seeds, intending to eat them while watching.

Her attitude of watching the show was quite clear, and Furuya Rei, who had facilitated this scene, couldn't say anything. He took a deep breath, completely suppressed the embarrassment that surged in his heart, and looked at his opponent across from him - his childhood friend.

Although the Vongola's business in Neon is basically legal, and the Fukada Corporation is still a major local taxpayer, and appears to be much more harmless than the Black Organization, it is still a mafia family after all; no matter how "harmless" the girl in front of him may look as she eats her parfait (although she actually looks very dangerous), she is also the eldest daughter of that family and needs to be treated with caution.

The floor of the ring glowed with a cold, hard light, reflecting the shadows of the two men confronting each other.

Zhu Fujingguang was the first to lower his waist, his shoulder and back muscles suddenly tensing like a fully drawn bowstring. His shoulder blades were sleek beneath his black combat uniform. His stance was clearly more defensive. As he raised his hands, his forearm muscles bulged, and veins crawled beneath his skin like dark green vines. As his joints rotated, the lines of his biceps rose and fell smoothly.

Unlike him, Furuya Rei's movements were more aggressive. He took the lead in attacking, his waist and abdominal muscles suddenly tightening as he lunged forward, and his shirt hem lifted as he kicked sideways, his mermaid line faintly visible at the edge of his vest.

It was the first time Chaomu saw them fight. Their previous competitions were all elegant hair-pulling.

She had guessed that Scotland was good at physical training, after all, she could see that he was very good at fighting when he controlled the robbers in the convenience store last time; Bourbon was different. She thought that his muscles were trained in the gym, but she didn't expect that he was so explosive, obviously he had received professional training.

A spinning side kick brought up a sharp wind, and the man's thigh muscles bulged like a fully drawn bowstring. Sweat slid down the smooth muscle lines to his waist, and fell to the ground with the movement, splashing tiny water droplets.

The clash of iron and blood, while retaining its fierce nature, was also incredibly entertaining. The young man with cat-eyes glared fiercely, and the two men clashed once again, facing off, neither backing down.

I don’t know if it’s because of preconceived notions, but Chaomu always feels that this game between the two of them is a game of complete tacit understanding - or in other words, if you look closely at their movements during the game, you will find a strange familiarity with each other’s next move, and their predictions are also quite accurate.

If they were both undercover police officers... they'd be considered comrades? They might even have graduated from the same police academy... but would such alumni who knew each other well be assigned to the same organization undercover? Could the Japanese police be so outrageous?

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that this was very strange. For a moment, she remembered her previous guess about the "Little Black Face Insider Theory": The probability of Little Black Face being a double agent was very high! Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why such a strange operation would happen. Isn't it just waiting to be exposed...

According to the conventional plot, the next plot is likely to follow the player's in-depth investigation, and the identity of the double-faced undercover Xiao Hei Lian will be exposed. Midorikawa Kei was stabbed in the back and seriously injured. As he was dying in the player's arms, he shed tears of regret...

That was delicious.

Chaomu stuffed a big mouthful of cream and strawberry into his mouth, tears streaming from the corners of his mouth.

I think it would be quite interesting to see Midorikawa-kun, the former adoptive father, cry. Would he then regretfully apologize to the player, explaining his forced concealment and begging the player to forgive him like a good mother? That would be very exciting.

While she was daydreaming and eating, the fight on the field was drawing to a close. As she had hoped, Scotland was the winner.

Perhaps out of some tacit understanding, neither of them hit the other in the face. The cat-eyed young man, his face still smooth, leaned against the guardrail, panting, sweat dripping from the side of his neck, soaking the black vest fabric.

"Should I say you are worthy of being a member of the action team... You are indeed one step ahead." The dark-skinned young man's breathing was a little rapid, his golden hair hanging down wetly, and his full chest muscles undulating under his vest.

He casually wiped his face with the back of his hand, his fingertips wiping away the beads of sweat that hung on his jawline. "You win this time, but what happens in the future is... unpredictable."

"I won't lose next time either," his opponent replied calmly. "There's still a gap between you and me, Bourbon."

It was obvious that he had entered the stage of making threats after the fight, and the performance was quite complete.

Chaomu held a spoon in her mouth, watching with great interest. She wanted them to add another hour - although it was a tacit game, it was really entertaining. She probably understood why there was an O-fun suite with such a scene. It was really exciting to watch men fighting.

Scotland lowered his eyes to catch his breath, his Adam's apple sliding against the side of his sweaty neck. He wiped his face with his hand, his gaze flickering through his fingers across the audience, meeting the gaze of the girl, who was watching the show with her chin in her hand.

Bourbon followed his gaze and saw the young lady munching on a parfait with a spoon, a smudge of cream smeared on the corner of her lips beneath her veil. Her eyes, hidden behind the veil, shone startlingly, as if she had found a new target for the game, sending a chill down his spine.

"It seems you're quite satisfied with this sparring match?" He stood up and patted his dusty trouser legs. This time, he kept a certain distance from her and asked her with a smile, "Or do you think I should look even more embarrassed so that the young lady can enjoy it more?"

"It should be more miserable. Seeing some blood would be more exciting." The young lady, who was watching from the sidelines, leaned back on the soft leather sofa, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and said in a cheerful tone, "But it's good like this now. Compared to the previous disguised docile house dog, I really still prefer the untamable ones..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion outside. The explosion was so violent that even in the well-insulated underground, Chaomu could hear the sound.

She pricked up her ears and looked up: "Has a bomb been planted somewhere? Beika Town is truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

The TV screen hanging on the wall was still on, silently broadcasting urgent news: a bomb had been planted in a high-end apartment in the city center, and the criminal had detonated one as a warning to threaten the police, asking citizens to evacuate quickly.

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The author has something to say: After laying the groundwork for a long time, we finally get to this plot (rubbing hands)