At 1 p.m., a black Volga GAZ stopped in front of the Beihu Hotel.

As the largest hotel in Haido Town, it is a 38-story building that reaches into the sky.

Standing on the ground, one can't help but feel a sense of insignificance.

Sakaki also noticed the sign erected next to the hotel's main entrance:

【Memorial service for filmmaker Akira Sakamaki】

Memorial service?

Could it be that Gin went to Haido Town specifically to mourn the film producer named Sakamaki Akishino?

"Don't just stand there, follow me."

Gin's voice interrupted his thoughts.

With his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, Gin walked into the hotel.

Because of taking antihypertensive drugs, his complexion became much rosier and no longer the sickly white color as before.

at the same time...

The pain in his head eased, allowing Gin to feel a rare sense of peace.

The three of them walked into the hotel, where waiters were setting up the venue, holding yellow and white chrysanthemums, which represented solemn mourning.

"There will be a memorial service here tomorrow night."

Walking into the elevator, Vodka said:

"You have to come and attend then. I'll give you the invitation later."

"Is this person called Sakumaki Akishinoshi a member of the organization?"

Sakaki Makoto asked doubtfully.

"no."

Vodka shook his head:

"But tomorrow night, under the cover of the memorial service, the organization will launch an operation. The police will also be there, and we need you to distract them."

"What action?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

During the conversation, the elevator reached the top floor of the hotel.

The corridor on the 38th floor is covered with red carpet and has only a few guest rooms.

Gin came to room 3803 in the corner and knocked on the door.

Boom boom!

After a while...

Click.

An old man in a suit, with gray hair and a thick mustache on his upper lip, opened the door.

His eyes swept over the gin and vodka, paused for a moment at Sakaki Makoto, and smiled kindly:

"You're finally here, come in."

The old man was very alert. After Sakaki Makoto and the other two walked into the guest room, he stuck his head out and looked around the corridor. Only after confirming that no one was following them did he close the door.

“We won’t be followed.”

The huge presidential suite is brightly lit and equipped with everything including a sofa, piano and bathtub.

Gin sat on the sofa with a cold expression:

"Pisk, how are you preparing?"

"I have carried out more missions than you have walked, so you don't need to worry about it."

The old man codenamed Pisk walked to the wine cabinet next to the sofa, took out a bottle of sake, and asked:

"Would you like a drink?"

"If you can mix drinks, I wouldn't mind."

“Cocktails...”

Pisk shook his head, sat down with a glass of sake, and said calmly:

"Whatever you want to drink, go make it yourself."

Sakaki Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gin seemed to be having a hard time getting along with the old man named Pisco, and there was a slight hint of hostility in his words.

Judging from his appearance, the other person is at least 60 years old and likes to drink light-flavored sake.

he...

It is very likely that he knows what happened 17 years ago.

"Oh, that's so rude, I forgot to say hello."

Noticing Sakaki Makoto's gaze, Pisco put down his glass and said with a smile:

"Long time no see, Sakaki...I should call you Suzi now, right?"

"Do you know me?"

With his brows furrowed, Sakaki Makoto became even more certain that the old man knew what happened that year.

"How come I don't know you?"

Pisk smiled:

"Back then, I picked you up from school, although those memories were not very pleasant..."

"But that was more than ten years ago. We only met once. It's normal that you don't remember me."

"My name is Kenzo Masuyama, the chairman of the automobile group, codenamed Pisk. According to seniority, you should call me uncle."

Pisco was very enthusiastic. He sat next to Sakaki Makoto, took out a box of cigars that looked very valuable, cut off the cigar heads himself, and handed them to Sakaki Makoto:

"Try it, Cuban cigar."

Looking at him expressionlessly, Sakaki Makoto did not move.

He has the same status as vodka and is a younger brother of gin, so the question is...

When a younger brother meets an 'elder' who doesn't get along with his boss, how should he deal with it?

Ignoring it is the greatest respect for gin.

As expected, seeing that Sakaki Makoto didn't react, Gin sneered:

"Pisk, what qualifications do you have for Makoto Sakaki to call you uncle?"

"How much did his father trust you back then, and what happened?"

"Gin, you were just a young boy back then, you didn't know my difficulties at all."

Pisco lit up his cigar, the smoke swirling around his mouth, and leaned back on the sofa, saying disdainfully:

"His father and I have a life-long friendship..."

"It is my unshirkable responsibility to take care of my old friend's son."

"It's a pity that the boss gave you the task of accepting him. You would have a brighter future if you followed me."

"Oh..."

Hearing this, a playful smile appeared on Gin's lips:

"responsibility?"

"Do you really have the word responsibility in your heart?"

"It's not just someone who failed a mission and was about to be killed by the boss, but was saved by someone else. He said he was grateful for morality, but then stabbed him in the back and said he was doing it for the organization."

"Did I do something wrong?"

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