Chapter 17 Chapter 17 "Are you not leaving yet?"

38.

My eyes sparkled, and if I hadn't been able to, I'd have been shaking my tail like crazy. I nodded vigorously, grinning so hard it reached my ears.

I can say that this is the happiest time I have had since I came into this world.

Perhaps infected by my happiness, Gin's tone was filled with joy: "What are you so happy about?"

"Of course it's because big brother is back! Big brother, we haven't seen each other for three days, five hours and twenty-eight seconds. They say that every day feels like a year, but for me, every second feels like a year. How can I live without big brother? I've missed, been sad, loved, hated, endured, fainted, persevered, and slept. I've been thinking about it behind closed doors, getting by, smiling it off, passing by, and missing each other face to face. I'm a big man who doesn't bear grudges... Hey, don't hit me, big brother, you're a big man who doesn't bear grudges!"

Seeing that Gin's brows were furrowed in displeasure, I cut him off and ran away skillfully holding my head to protect it.

Hehehe, of course I was lying to Gin!

I'm happy that Kenji Hagiwara is still alive.

The explosion did occur as expected, but the news reports said there were no casualties, including those of the police officers from the explosive ordnance disposal team who had been there to dismantle the bomb.

Worried about potential misreporting, I contacted someone on the inside to confirm. He wasn't suspicious of me, perhaps because we met when I was researching Tokyo housing prices, and he assumed I was interested in the apartment building that had been bombed, which was why he asked so many detailed questions.

Is this a bit far-fetched? I think so too, but there's no need for me to mislead him. This idea is his own, and I just acquiesce to it.

After all, he never imagined that I, who had grown up in the Black Organization and knew very few people besides them, would actually care about whether any police officers were injured. He certainly didn't expect that I was concerned about specific people.

I don't know the details, like why the explosion was the same as in the novel, but no one was injured, or why they evacuated the apartment building early...

The undercover agent planted by the Black Organization was not from the explosive ordnance disposal team, and did not participate in today's operation. The most he could tell me was that the police were indeed fine, and it was just that the bomber was still at large.

I don't know anything, but it makes me feel a little dizzy. As for the reason -

Well, I’m not only happy that Hagiwara Kenji is still alive, but also that the plot has changed. Is it because of me?

Since I don't know the specific reason, it's reasonable for me to take credit for it, right?

Even though I didn't meet Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda in person, and didn't perform my script in person, but the words I left before leaving in a hurry were successfully conveyed by those two kind policemen?

Just one sentence can change the fate of a person... or a group of people. I am so powerful!

Such a powerful Kaimen Yingzi is definitely not an ordinary person.

Since I’m so awesome, can I also…?

My heart is stirring again.

39.

Being so happy that I was about to jump didn't stop me from continuing to work, oh, I mean hanging up Gin's clothes.

You may not believe it, but Gin… has a wardrobe full of black trench coats. That's right, because he has a lot of them, Gin wears a black trench coat from the moment he appears, regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter. He has completely integrated the black trench coat into his image.

But it makes sense. If he only had a black windbreaker, wouldn't it become patinaed if he wore it over and over again? This doesn't fit Gin's image at all!

I also suspect that Gin buys so many black trench coats because he's too lazy to wash them, let alone send them to the dry cleaners. He's on missions so often that his clothes inevitably get dirty or bloodstained, and instead of trying to remove the stains, it's better for Gin, who has a lot of money, to just throw them away and buy new ones.

I guess this is the new clothes that Gin changed into after completing the mission. It doesn't look dirty and I don't smell any blood on it. It can be hung up and worn tomorrow. It can be considered as saving money.

I patted the black windbreaker that was hung up and was about to go back to Gin, but my hand seemed to hit something hard.

It didn't feel like Beretta's touch. It sounded a bit like an iron box, and it seemed to be round in shape. A round iron box? Why was there something like that in Gin's clothes?

I tilted my head in confusion, my fingers itching to take it out to see what it was, but I was worried it might be a mission item or something from some organization. In short, I couldn't touch it, as it might be dangerous.

Besides, can I just rummage through Gin's pockets?

Oh, Bridge Bean Sack, why not?

I pounded my fist against my palm in sudden realization. Case solved! There's only one truth! The scheming frog kept rubbing his belly!

Gin was able to confidently hand over his clothes filled with things to me, which meant he was not afraid that I would rummage through the things, and it was even possible that he wanted me to do the rummaging.

"Brother, there seems to be something in your pocket. Can I take it out?" I asked Gin for an answer, but in fact, my hand had already honestly reached into the pocket of his black windbreaker and successfully took the thing out.

It is a round iron box with pink packaging on the top, a cherry blossom pattern in the center, and a circle of katakana around it.

It looked so familiar. I subconsciously squinted my eyes, put the box to my ear and shook it. I heard crackling sounds inside. It must be filled with a lot of small things.

"Brother? What is this?" Actually, I had already guessed what it was, but I still ran to Gin's door, knocked three times politely, and asked loudly.

"What?"

That's right, how could he understand what I was saying through the door? Without even thinking, I ignored the fact that Gin hadn't said "Come in"—haha, if Gin could say "Come in," it would be a miracle. I pushed the door open without any manners, holding up the small box and asking, "Is this konpeito? Is it the Osaka special you brought me, big brother—"

I couldn't finish the words "Osaka specialty". Rather than saying them completely, I instinctively swallowed my saliva.

It's simple. If you are like me, and you open the door and see Gin with his clothes half taken off, you will also swallow your saliva in a daze.

The silver-haired man's bony fingers touched the hem of his black sweater. As I pushed the door open, he'd just lifted it from his waist, and it was his abdomen that caught my eye. His skin was firm, a cold white that rarely sees the light of day, and under the light, it had an almost glazed sheen.

The contours of his abdominal muscles were clear and deep, as if meticulously chiseled with the sharpest of chisels. They weren't the kind of exaggerated lines created by gym visits and protein powder, but rather the sturdy lines of pure explosive power forged by long-term training. Several dark scars of varying lengths and depths marred the appearance of a perfectly masculine physique, yet strangely, they exuded a stronger, more primal allure.

The temptation of walking on the edge of a knife and brushing shoulders with death.

My eyes uncontrollably moved downwards, from his tight waistline to his sharp mermaid line, and finally to the edge of his trouser waistband.

My eyes were truly naked, but Gin quickly took off his sweater without any hesitation, and his long silver hair covered the outline of his full chest muscles.

What is this called, still holding the pipa half-covered face——

"Idiot." Gin sneered and threw his clothes to the ground. His slender fingers had already reached to his waist and accurately picked up the belt buckle, making a slight, metallic "click" sound.

He raised his eyes, his deep green eyes fixed on me like a cheetah locking onto its prey, ready to strike, and warned me, "Are you not leaving yet?"

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Yingzi, you are so lucky [shy][shy][shy]