Chapter 56 Chapter 56 "I saw it all."...

171.

I visibly choked and silently chose to withdraw my head.

I combed my gin-ruffled hair with my fingers, pondered for a moment, and finally found a way to start the conversation. "But brother, didn't you say that when Scotland kills people, they don't show any emotion and behave well?"

Hearing this, Gin finally lowered his gaze to me. He narrowed his narrow, sharp, dark green eyes slightly, looked at me scrutinizingly, and said in a low, ambiguous voice, "You seem to like Scotland very much?"

I immediately raised three fingers and swore, "Brother, don't be jealous. My relationship with them is just a casual affair. They're just hotels. You're my home!"

Gin grabbed my mouth, making my little chicken mouth come out again: "Say it again?"

The danger level in his voice soared instantly.

"Private Marseilles, they are not hotels, big brother, you are my only and forever home." There is an old Chinese saying that goes "He who knows the times is a hero", a hero like me immediately gave in, lowered my eyes and stared at Gin's slender hands with distinct joints.

And then… well, I lost control of my claws.

My hand, as if it had a will of its own, quietly covered the hand that was pinching my cheek.

Gin snorted coldly, let go of my mouth, held my hand instead, pulled hard, and easily pulled me into his arms.

My back bumped into his solid chest, and his cold, hard chin rested firmly on the top of my head. He gave a deep command, a subtle hint of helplessness in his voice: "Don't make trouble. Be quiet for a moment."

I responded honestly, but I wasn't really thinking...

What is the situation between Gin and I now?

172.

"Lover? That's what they say?" I stroked my chin, a playful expression on my face, somewhere between surprise and amusement. "That's not quite right, is it? Is that what they say?"

The blond, dark-skinned young man in front of me, who had tried to trick me into believing something when we first met but was tricked by me, paused when I heard this. A flash of caution flashed across his purple-gray eyes before he regained his proper smile. "It seems to be a rumor."

It seems that the current Rei Furutani is still young, and is only beginning to take shape as the future Bourbon. He has not yet truly grown into the intelligence chief who can lie without batting an eyelid.

Compared to me, who has been in the Black Organization for a few years longer than him and is more adapted to the atmosphere of the Black Organization, and can even use shamelessness to tease others to the applause, huh, I am still far behind!

I chuckled and leaned forward slightly, like a cat that had found an interesting toy. "Is it just a rumor, or are you embellishing it?"

Bourbon was visibly taken aback: "What?"

I set down my glass, its bottom making a soft, crisp sound against the table. The next second, I was right in front of him, so close I could almost count his long, slender eyelashes. My almond-shaped brown eyes, a sly glint in them, curved, and I asked slowly, each word measured. "Isn't that the rumor they're spreading, 'Gin actually got taken by that Kaimen Yingzi? How pitiful~'?"

I don't believe they have anything good to say, and I guess in their eyes, Gin is the one who has bad luck. Bourbon, probably considering that I'm a girl, embellished his words in front of me, fearing that I would get angry and hold a grudge against him.

Unfortunately, he still doesn't understand me. To me, this kind of rumor would make me feel more impressive!

Bourbon subconsciously wanted to step back to avoid the close distance, but he forced himself to stay where he was, his neck a little stiff. "Open, open the door?"

"Oh, I told you not to be so distant with me! Yingzi, I told you to call me 'Yingzi'." I smiled and returned to normal, not torturing him any further.

Although I really want to see him up close.

Woohoo! Tou-chan is so handsome! Such perfect mixed-race features! And such great skin! Dark skin, so hot!!! Slurp slurp! Sah-sah-sah!

Forget it, we’ve only known each other for a short time, so it’s better not to scare him.

Only by casting a long line can you catch a big fish and get a big bargain, right?

"Just think about it and you'll know they don't have anything good to say about Gin and me. As for the real relationship between Gin and me—" I waved my hand, looking nonchalant, but the cunning light in my eyes became even brighter. I hooked my finger at him, motioning him to come over.

Bourbon hesitated for half a second, a look of consideration flashed across his purple-gray eyes, but he ultimately remained alert, leaned forward slightly, and closed the distance.

I nodded with satisfaction and whispered in his ear: "What's the relationship between me and Gin? I believe everyone is familiar with Gin, but what's the relationship between me and Gin? Let me show you how it is. The relationship between Gin and I is actually very close. You may be surprised how Gin and I can be related. But this is the fact, and I am also very surprised. This is about the relationship between me and Gin. What do you think? Welcome to tell me in the comment area to discuss it together!"

Bourbon: “…”

The carefully maintained smiling mask of a mystic on his face suddenly cracked. He rolled his eyes uncontrollably and his body suddenly retreated away. There was a hint of genuine helplessness in his tone: "...Miss Yingzi, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to." He even used a slightly distant honorific.

I burst out laughing, my brown almond eyes filled with bright and joyful light: "Don't worry, I won't tease you anymore. I know what you really mean~"

"What?" He was slightly startled and looked at me again.

"I'm new here, and I want to quickly understand the organization's structure and gather more intelligence, especially... about Gin?" I said with a smile, as if throwing out a bait. "I can tell you all of this!"

Bourbon's smile returned, becoming deeper and more purposeful. "But there's a trade-off, right?"

"That's right, there is no free lunch in the world, and there is no free information. No matter how beautiful you are, Bourbon-chan, you can't take advantage of me like this!" I shook my index finger, and the smile on my face became even bigger.

"Is that so?" Bourbon's purplish-gray eyes flashed with a quick gleam, like a hunter seeing his prey on the brink of a trap. He imitated me, slightly crooked his eyes, making his handsome face even more approachable and deceptive. "So, may I ask, what are Yingzi's terms in exchange?"

173.

I swear, this was really a chance encounter.

I didn't mean to run into Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara.

...They were the ones who called me!

"Hey, isn't this the door lady who swore she's been incredibly busy lately?" Matsuda Jinpei, still in his uniform, accentuated his tall figure. He casually removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp, playful eyes. He unceremoniously pulled up a chair across from me and sat down, his brow raised in a habitual frown. "It seems your 'busy' is a little different from what we understand?"

It's really busy. With your two new colleagues joining the same class and Akai Shuichi, I have to seize the time to cultivate relationships with them. These three must become my wings, otherwise how will my happy life be in the future?

I have to admit, Matsuda Jinpei's trickery is even worse than Furuya Rei's. Well, maybe it's because Furuya Rei at least cares about my dual dangerous identities as a member of the Black Organization and suspected lover of Gin, while Matsuda Jinpei... no matter how much he remembers my quirks, he's not truly wary of me.

But no matter what, I can't tell them the truth.

So I pretended to be deep in thought for a moment, picked up the iced lemonade on the table and took a sip to moisten my throat. Then I spoke confidently: "Maybe at that time, we were too busy smiling and crying, too busy chasing the shooting stars in the sky, so we naturally forgot who was silently guarding us in the wind and rain~"

Hagiwara Kenji cooperated: "What song is this?"

Uninterrupted, I immersed myself even more deeply, even reaching out my hand affectionately as I continued singing, "So you're the luck I want to keep most~ So we were once so close to love... Oh, that's not the case."

For some reason, I felt a chill on my back and slammed on the brakes. The dog looked around furtively through the bright glass window beside him, warily scanning the other customers across the street and in the cafe, but did not find any suspicious figures, neither the conspicuous black Porsche 356A nor the iconic look of Gin or Vodka.

This is strange, what is my intuition telling me?

Matsuda Jinpei followed my gaze and looked out the window in confusion: "What's going on outside?"

"Nothing." I shrugged. "I've been really busy lately. I've been eyeing this place for a while now before I finally had time to come. I didn't expect to run into you here again. It seems like we're destined to be together!"

"That's true." Matsuda Jinpei retracted his gaze and looked back at me. His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, and his expression suddenly became serious. "Remember when I told you earlier that I had something important to tell you in person?"

His eyes were so focused and serious that I couldn't help but sit up straighter and put away my joking expression. "Well, I remember. What's wrong?"

"Eiko, you have to be careful recently." This time it was Hagiwara Kenji who answered. His tone was unusually heavy, and worry was evident in his violet eyes. "We're worried that you might be in danger."

174.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara came in when they saw me while passing by during patrol. Unlike me, they were not the type to slack off as much as I wanted, so they chatted with me for a while and then left.

After what they did, my original plan to take pictures and enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea in the cafe was completely gone. I simply ordered a light meal and dessert to be packed up and taken home to have with the gin and vodka as dinner - in other words, it was probably my dinner and their midnight snack.

While waiting for the food to be packed, I sat alone, thoughtfully stirring the remaining lemonade and melting ice in my glass with a straw, thinking about which strong man I should capture...

"I saw it all."

Along with the familiar voice, a pair of long legs wrapped in well-tailored black trousers appeared in my sight.

The man who suddenly arrived leaned forward slightly, one hand casually resting on the back of the chair across from me, creating a deeply oppressive gesture. His voice was low and gentle, yet it seemed to condense a thick, indissoluble darkness that seeped into the warm air around him.

"Those two guys just now, were they police officers?"

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