Chapter 53

She wanted to gain the benefits.

Fuyuki only needs to sit at home, and all kinds of information will come to her. Whether it's money, fame, or people, whatever she wants, she will get it.

As a proper pillar of the dark side, she should not be considered kind; even if she occasionally shows goodwill, there should be ulterior motives hidden behind it.

It's really difficult for young children to think three steps ahead and to grasp everything in their own hands.

That level of attainment was quite high, and Mr. Ke Xue didn't have such high expectations for her, but she had already honed her unfathomable talent.

Gin dragged the person out of the car, shoved them mercilessly, his brow furrowed, and said in an icy tone, "Get out."

Deqili stumbled, his injuries making his steps unsteady. He had just escaped from those despicable cops, and the people who came to his rescue were such young members of the organization.

He obediently moved forward, trying to relax, and struck up a conversation with the person next to him: "Young man, what's your code name?"

Deqili concluded that someone with such skills must be a code name member.

The air was silent for a long while before the man uttered two words: "Gin".

Raising an eyebrow, Deqili seemed somewhat surprised: "Good code name."

Gin is no unknown name. Not to mention that he was the one who started the organization's recent "King of Roll" style, the previous Gin was no ordinary person either.

Thinking of that indifferent man, Deqili stroked the stubble on his chin.

It wouldn't be wrong to call them the organization's watchdogs.

However, they were ultimately defeated by an undercover agent. The events of that year were quite regrettable. However, the members of the organization were rather indifferent. When a once-powerful figure died, they would only sigh and then continue to carry out their missions.

Perhaps it's because that person doesn't like socializing; most people only know his name but never see him.

The previous boss also intended to make it the Faceless Blade, but ultimately failed.

Thinking of the boss, he had worked for the organization for so many years, yet he had never exchanged a single word with this supreme leader.

It's truly a mysterious existence.

He was quick to make friends, even though he was injured, he didn't forget to chat and couldn't stop talking.

"You saved me, I should thank you."

"It's a mission."

Ignoring Gin's cold attitude, Tokiri excitedly said, "I've decided, from today onwards, we're brothers!"

He clapped his hands and was about to make a decision on his own.

Gin glanced at him, a little annoyed: "Shut up."

Deqili touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Oh, half-brothers are still brothers."

He talked to himself, as if he were responding to someone else's question, or perhaps he was just saying what he wanted to say.

He reached out to put his arm around Gin's shoulder, but Gin nimbly dodged him. Gin then casually patted his own clothes, giving a playful wink: "Don't be shy, little Gin~"

"We're all from the same organization, so we're one family."

"what do you like?"

The topic changed quickly. Deqili looked Gin up and down and held up one finger: "Why is the young man dressed in all black? His handsome face is also covered by his hair."

Then, with an exaggerated exclamation, he said, "Youth is wonderful. Although silver hair is pleasing, it shouldn't be wasted like this."

He rested his chin on his hand, shook his head, and clicked his tongue, saying, "What a pity, what a real pity."

Gin's eyelids twitched, but having learned from his previous responses, he chose to remain silent.

Deqili chattered incessantly, filling the gloomy road with his voice as he made conversation even when he had nothing to say.

Even in a one-man show, he has endless things to say and inexhaustible energy.

His short black hair still had congealed blood clots, and his exposed skin had tiny wounds, but his black eyes showed no sign of pain.

His enthusiasm lasted until Gin stopped.

"arrive."

Deqili followed Gin's gaze.

It stands quietly, unlike the buildings of this era, with its opulent and somber appearance. The overall dark color scheme and the trees surrounding it make it seem more like a cluster.

Gin didn't wait for him to take a closer look before taking another step, but Dekiri stopped him: "Who's in there?"

Gin ignored him and walked straight ahead.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he was not angry at having gained the benefit. He straightened his collar slightly, raised his head, and followed.

The ancient wooden door was pushed open with a dull thud, and a sharp edge loomed in the darkness.

The door slowly opened, revealing a sharp, deadly blade, its cold gleam striking directly at you.

Deqili suddenly dodged to the side. He didn't sense any killing intent; his years of accumulated combat instincts allowed him to avoid that death stare.

Then, strands of orange hair were revealed before his eyes.

A strange smile appeared on his lips: "Oh dear, this is quite a surprise."

He spun around to create distance, but the "girl" showed no sign of backing down. Her short knife drew closer, each strike aimed at a vital spot. Taking advantage of this, he reversed his wrist to deflect the force, constantly dodging while attempting to attack the "girl's" wrist.

It has powerful legs, which allow it to exert its strength effectively and has a wide attack range.

She turned and kicked, her foot drawing an arc in the air, stirring up a sharp gust of wind. The "girl's" flowing hair was scattered, and her blue pupils focused on that one point.

Deqili quickly flipped over and kicked out like lightning, but the kick was blocked steadily by the short knife. The man raised an eyebrow: "Not bad."

The "girl" didn't say anything, but simply broke free of the restraining feet, lowered her body, and rushed over.

He leaped into the air, his black eyes fixed on his target. The moment he landed, his fist was poised to strike, a powerful punch aimed straight for the vital point.

The "girl" grabbed his collar with one hand, forcibly pulling him off balance. He fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

There is no time to relax in a fight. Deqili was so overwhelmed that he was dizzy. He used his arms to flip over and followed up with a sweeping leg kick.

In an instant, the flashing of swords and the sharp gusts of air clashed and intertwined.

Gin stood quietly by the door, watching the two seemingly exchanging blows, lost in thought.

“Gin”.

He turned his head.

Dongshu was wearing a beige coat, and a fluffy scarf covered half of her face. She held a candle in her hands, and her smiling black eyes were particularly captivating in the dim light.

The firelight flickered in his eyes, and Gin lowered his head.

Although "Zhen" and "Gin" sound the same, he could tell that the sound was his code name.

"boss"

"Mm," Fuyuki replied.

Gin took the candle from her hand and held it to her face, adding a warm glow to her soft cheeks.

They watched quietly together.

In the stillness, Dongshu didn't feel lonely; she only felt the quiet.

Orange hair fluttered in the night sky. Night was the short sword's favorite battlefield. Ran Toushirou's movements were restrained, but not harmless.

He is a sword, a sword for battle.

De Qili's appearance became increasingly disheveled until a sharp knife was pressed against his neck, piercing his flesh and drawing blood.

He was panting, but a smile was on his face: "I was wondering when it would end, I almost couldn't hold on any longer."

"Fighting is really tiring."

As he spoke, his dark eyes darted around, staring straight at them: "So? This... little boss?"

Dongshu smiled gently and laughed along with him.

"Wow, that's impressive, sir. Stop messing around, let him go."

The girl was dressed in warm-colored clothes and looked like a harmless, furry little animal, uttering an irresistible command.

Deqili felt that this outsider, just like himself, was simply deadly.

It's even worse that it's his boss.

At Fuyuki's signal, Ran Toushirou sheathed his short sword and lightly jumped to the side.

Deqili looked at him and took the initiative to speak, "I am Deqili, and you are?"

Ran Toushirou blinked: "Ran Toushirou."

Under the moonlight, she gently lifted the hem of her battle dress with both hands, her blue eyes deep and beautiful, and the corners of her mouth upturned like a pure flower.

Pure, edible flower.

Or rather—

As he gained the advantage, his eyes darkened.

Where are the gods?