Chapter 137

Imprint the boss's mark on three bottles of whiskey.

Fuyuki huddled up, hiding his figure completely behind Vermouth.

The face of the lewd and vulgar man before him was utterly despicable. He suppressed his disgust and frantically looked around for a kind person who could help him.

But most people who come here are there for pleasure. No one wants to get themselves into trouble for something that happens every day.

"Sister, sister... I'm scared..." The little girl clung tightly to her deceased sister's clothes, letting out a few incoherent sobs, her clear, bright eyes filled with fear and panic.

"It's okay, don't worry... I'll protect you..."

The older sister forced a smile, trying to comfort her weaker younger sister. However, faced with the strong man before her and the chaotic scene, she and her sister were truly powerless to resist.

When Bourbon returned, he saw the chaotic scene in front of his workstation. He raised an eyebrow, pretended not to see it, and went back to his seat to continue wiping the cups.

The bar was filled with chaos and lust, and countless lambs stumbled in during the confusion. However, not everyone could act recklessly here, and he didn't need to interfere.

He glanced up twice and instantly met the gaze of the helpless little girl. Her dark eyes were filled with tears, filled with panic and confusion.

Even though she was still young, she could see that she and her sister had no ability to resist.

...Tsk.

What a terrible thing to do.

Bourbon looked away, but his purpose in coming here was not to save anyone; the organization's mission had already been sent to his email.

In such a chaotic scene, if you want to quickly attract those who handle order issues...

bump!

The sound of several large pieces of glass shattering exploded in his ears. The man was staring at his prey with lustful eyes, not paying attention to his feet.

The piercing shards dug into the flesh of his foot, his face contorted instantly, he lost his footing and fell to the ground in a flash, more shards embedding themselves in his flesh, blood flowing from the wounds.

He struggled and rolled on the ground, screaming, "Who?! Who's being so rude?! How dare they!"

"I'm so sorry, sir. I apologize. It was a slip of the hand. I'll fix it right away. Please don't be angry..."

The flustered waiter put down what he was holding and then used a towel to wipe the drinks off the guest. His clumsy actions instantly reignited the man's anger. Ignoring the pain in his feet, he shoved the waiter away and cursed angrily with a contorted face.

Who's causing trouble here?

A group of neatly dressed, menacing-looking people noticed the situation and quickly appeared here.

"You dare cause trouble here? Don't you want to die?" The leader scanned the scene and, without waiting for the man on the ground to beg for mercy, ordered, "Take him away."

"yes."

Wow, that was quick. These guys are well-trained. Whose business is this again? I'll think about it when I get back.

Fuyuki blinked, and the next second she was completely shielded in her older sister's arms.

"Don't be afraid...it's okay..." Taking advantage of the chaos, the two sisters quickly rushed to the door and left the bar.

Fuyuki glanced back one last time and her eyes met Bourbon's. His purple eyes still held a hint of indifference. He paused for a moment when he saw her looking over, then a fleeting smile appeared on his lips, as if to reassure her.

The next second, a figure with long silver hair appeared in front of the bar, completely blocking his view.

Fuyuki: "..."

Her little schemes are completely exposed, really.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Fuyuki idly swung her legs: "How are you feeling?"

“The person the Boss has chosen is naturally excellent.” Vermouth smiled, her gaze sweeping over the person in the driver’s seat.

"Then how about you take care of him?" Dongshu seemed not to understand her agreement and said with a smile, "Since you think he is excellent, then you can take care of this new wine."

Vermouth lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

Should she hand over her power to this guy?

"Little Sharon, don't overthink it. He will just come to my side in the future. If he's clumsy like he was just now, and doesn't have any sense of caution towards a child, it will be very frustrating."

Dongshu shook his head in dissatisfaction: "Who says a child can't have feelings for him?"

"Master," Ichigo Hitofuri suddenly spoke, turning his head with a smile from the passenger seat, "Where are we going now?"

Dongshu blinked.

...I misspoke.

“Take Sharon home,” she said. “It’s not safe to let a girl go home alone all the way here.”

She smiled, as if the person in front of her was not the immortal witch Vermouth, but an ordinary older sister.

"Thank you, boss."

Vermouth suppressed her emotions, sat down next to the boss, and took the rubber band that he suddenly handed her.

The meaning is obvious.

The boss, who is full of cunning and ruthlessness, has soft hair that is gently smoothed through fingertips.

Even when it brushes against your ear, you can feel its nobility and delicacy.

Vermouth withdrew the probing look from her eyes, a strange feeling suddenly rising in her heart.

This is a person who has been pampered and cultivated using the full resources of the entire organization.

Money, power, violence, technology—she possesses everything on the entire dark side.

He is the one who rightfully reigns supreme in this dark world.

She was young and looked harmless.

Yet, it was this same frail child who sat high on the throne, deciding life and death with a few words.

He has countless secrets and never hides his special characteristics.

He left for three years without leaving a trace, but when he returned, he still looked like he was eight or nine years old.

As the boss of the organization, and at a time when his body is still growing, how could he possibly have shown no signs of growth after three years?

Her soft, long hair was quickly tied into two low ponytails, which cascaded down neatly.

Dongshu took out a mirror and adjusted the hair, making it look much better than the asymmetrical style she had done herself.

"Little Sharon's skills are quite good. If I have the chance, I'll ask you to do my hair again." She smiled gently and waved to Vermouth as she got out of the car.

Vermouth nodded, her mask still on, which softened her otherwise striking appearance: "It's my pleasure."

The car started moving and slowly disappeared from her sight.

The full moon overhead has risen to its highest point, standing at the very center, taking in everything in the world.

Including rats hiding in the shadows.

After the headphones were put on and a static crackled, a respectful voice came through: "Sir, the things you asked for are ready."

Vermouth pressed the earpiece: "Continue."

"yes."

Tonight, another group of rats, unable to hide their tails, are destined to be exposed in the darkness.

On the other side.

Bored, Fuyuki lay sprawled on the back seat. Due to the mistake when this piece of her soul was separated, she still looked the same age she had when she first arrived here.

Since the body hasn't grown, it's just right that it can lie down.

"Nashio, drive slower, you'll be busy when you get back."

Namazuo Toushirou, sitting in the driver's seat, nodded.

Having been in this world for only half a month, their Saniwa is already busy with this and that, having to handle everything.

People from another faction in the world are like three super-high-wattage light bulbs in the eyes of the Saniwa, very conspicuous.

Then, they urgently contacted the leaders of various countries to understand the current situation and firmly grasp all the power in their own hands in order to prevent any unexpected situations from arising when making plans later.

What pleased Fuyuki the most was that upon returning, he discovered that Gin had completely taken control of the intelligence, research, and action groups throughout Japan.

It's only been three years.

This has met her expectations.

As expected of the most ferocious wolf in the organization across all timelines.

This time, he not only has to be the organization's loyal dog, but also the boss's loyal dog.

As a boss with a dark side, Fuyuki naturally wouldn't be completely satisfied so easily.

The most common approach of combining punishment and reward is to give a stick first and then offer a treat.

Gin is very talented, but he can definitely do more. He is the most important part of the entire dark side, apart from the organization's boss.

Even the complete opening of the timeline was initiated by him.

The three undercover agents are the three most important undercover agents in the organization. Fuyuki does not intend to let them wander around outside. If they lose any intelligence, causing something to fail and affecting something else, that would be bad.

Important matters should naturally be under one's own control, even something as simple as providing intelligence to undercover agents.

She is Rob Roy, and the seed of that identity planted back then can now be put to use.

As a child, yet codenamed a member of the organization, the dark side of this situation is enough for the three undercover agents to imagine many things.

This time, she wrote her own script as a genius young girl who is forced to participate in the organization's vicious events because of her older sister.

As for her talent points that the organization could use... she decided to allocate them to intelligence.

But this character design is indeed very similar to that of a child codenamed Sherry, so...

The organization is even more despicable!!!

They keep using the same methods to threaten young children who are so vital to the future of the nation...

It perfectly matches the high-class image of an international dark organization.

Moreover, there is a chance that some doubts can be successfully eliminated.

If you can feel sorry for them, that would be even better.

All things considered, Three Bottles of Whiskey hasn't been in the organization for very long, and even his codename member status was directly promoted by her through Rob Roy's identity.

The fact that a member with a code name directly releases the message to everyone, clearly telling everyone that these are people they have promoted, is no different from directly stating that these people belong to their camp.

Although she did not intend to do so.

"hiss."

"Master, what's wrong?" Ichigo Hitofuri turned around when he heard the voice and saw that the Saniwa, who had just been comfortable, had suddenly frowned.

"Ichigo-nii, I seem to have inexplicably facilitated something that seems very profound to others." Fuyuki covered his eyes in distress.

"What you're saying, Master, isn't surprising at all."

His young master, in this world, unexpectedly displayed even more leadership talents.

The boss is powerful and unfathomable, a figure deeply revered by everyone in the organization, and every action she takes must have its own reason.

Even if she didn't let Gin arrange those three bottles of whiskey, she would definitely find an opportunity to investigate the information behind Rob Roy's identity and then approach him to gather intelligence.

However, if you add Gin, it carries a hint of a boss.

Rob Roy's identity is already closely linked to the boss, and Gin is the organization's loyal dog, which in a sense also labels these three newcomers as the boss.

Just like Gin back then, after being noticed by the boss, he rose through the ranks and in just a few years, he became the head of Japan.

But now that the position of the head of Japan has been finalized, the idea of ​​promoting three more people in Japan suggests that they are eyeing the positions of the other heads of Japan.

Fuyuki pondered that Dekiri would understand his meaning upon hearing the news and try to return from Italy, while the heads of other regions would realize, with a little thought, that their positions were in jeopardy.

These days, foreign powers have clearly expanded more than before, and many are making great efforts to express their value.

Right? Since we know these three people are undercover agents, there's no need to put them in charge of the work.

Fuyuki sighed, "Where's Ran-chan? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

He sent Ranten Shiro to deliver his orders to Gin, as tonight's rat-catching operation was not just Vermouth's business.

As a rat expert, Gin naturally couldn't stand idly by and let these useless rats begin to gnaw at the organization's strength.

Even if the Black Organization was destined to collapse, now should be its time to shine.

"Soon. He said he saw something interesting and wants to bring it back to his master." Ichigo Hitofuri shook his phone.

In the real world, we naturally need to keep up with the times. Mobile phones, as a communication device, are indispensable to every sword and blade.

As for how to get a card for unregistered individuals, it's a piece of cake for the Black Organization; giving each person an identity is a piece of cake.

However, in families with the surname Arisu, there are many more brothers and sisters who look completely unrelated at first glance.

Fuyuki blinked: "Then I'll look forward to it. Ran-chan said it's interesting, so it's sure to be very interesting."

Although he wasn't a girl, Ran Toushirou seemed to have a good understanding of what little girls would like.

Soft, beautiful, and delicate.

Even a small thing can easily move someone.

Just like the Saniwa teasing Ran Toushirou while holding a butterfly made of spiritual energy in the citadel, this sword came to the human world and learned this affection from her.

The car continued to circle at a moderate speed. Dongshu was still deep in thought when suddenly she collided violently with something, and the strong push-back sensation made her fall from her seat.

"Get down, hands up, this is robbery!"

She heard the sound of a heavy object hitting glass, and the intense pain in her arm prevented her from getting up for a long time.

Ignoring the threatening sounds outside, Ichigo Hitofuri quickly switched places with Namazuo Toushirou, allowing his more agile younger brother to go to the back and help the Saniwa up.

"Master, can you still move?" In the cramped space, Namazuo Toushirou carefully helped her up.

Fuyuki clung tightly to Namazuo Toshiro's clothes.

"……fine."