Vermouth, however, didn't care at all. She leaned lazily against the bar, parted her lips slightly, and slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the indescribable, sinister aura grew stronger, like a poppy blooming in the darkness, drawing people in despite the danger.

"Oh? When did it become your turn to order me around?" Vermouth's voice was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if she had long been accustomed to Gin's attitude.

Gin gritted his teeth in anger, but still forced himself to suppress it, saying slowly and deliberately, "This is... the... boss's... order!"

He knew perfectly well that the woman in front of him, who seemed charming and alluring, was actually as ruthless as a snake, and no one could make her submit except to the boss's orders.

As expected, Vermouth simply snorted dismissively after hearing this, indicating that she already knew.

"Tch, I got it."

They completely disregarded Gin's warning.

Seeing this, Gin sighed inwardly, knowing that further words were pointless. But just to be on the safe side, he couldn't help but remind him again, "You'd better get on with it as soon as possible; this is the boss's order!"

After saying that, Gin stood up, took Vodka who was still confused and bewildered, and turned to leave without looking back.

Vermouth was left alone to continue smoking, her eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.

Watching Gin's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Vermouth stretched her body gently, like a lazy cat, displaying her graceful and alluring figure.

Despite wearing a simple bartender's outfit, it couldn't hide her natural beauty.

...

(Mine, hehe, Bayonetta is mine, don't try to take her from me!)