Chapter 6 Chapter 6 “Who is it? Call me I’m going to…

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I:"?"

Binga suddenly felt something was wrong. He thought about it and corrected his words: "No, is Gin okay?"

I:"??"

Binga's rationality finally returned, but not much. "No, it's you who's okay, right? You actually like Gin?"

Oh, I almost forgot, this guy has always regarded Gin as his imaginary enemy, and has been trying to replace Gin in different ways every day.

Although I always feel that he compares himself with Gin every day, in fact, Gin doesn't even care about his condition at all... Rather than him treating Gin as an imaginary enemy, it's more like Gin is in the closet.

I think, ha, that's what I think, but I dare not say it, for I'm afraid it will poke his mind and he will be so ashamed that he will poke himself to death with eyeliner (not really).

But no matter what, Binga has one good point, that is, he is very protective of his shortcomings, the kind of protectiveness that is biased, so after he regained some rationality, he not only believed my lies, but also felt that I was at a disadvantage.

I put my index fingers together, my eyes wandering, and a malicious smile appeared on my face: "Well, hehe!"

Binga stared at me for a long moment, then let out a long sigh: "So you're kidding me again. I should have known long ago that you never tell the truth."

"Huh?"

It seems that Binga has completely regained his sanity. He took a sip of wine, and while complaining about me, he also gave me a thumbs up for my cocktail-making skills. It can be said to be muscle memory.

"I guess it's another assignment for Gin from above? They're asking you to move in with them? It seems the organization has new plans for you." Binga, as expected of my bestie, always has a strange filter for me. "I've always felt that being a bartender at a bar is a waste of your talent. The only assignment you can think of is to hold meetings and keep Gin informed. There's no further development at all."

I wiped my sweat silently: "I haven't thought about development."

I've never had much ambition for work, and even less for the Black Organization. It's simple: with other jobs, being too ambitious would only result in a loss of health, but with the Black Organization... that could mean losing your life!

I am quite satisfied with my current job status, especially after moving to an apartment with an elevator. The only side effect of this job is that staying up late may harm my health.

But it doesn’t matter. I will stay up late even if I don’t work, so the side effects are zero.

Binga and I are two completely opposite people.

The first and most important difference is that he is a man and I am a woman.

Secondly, he joined the Black Organization voluntarily to become stronger, while I was forced to be a member of the Black Organization from birth. This is why the two of us became classmates in the medical class. He volunteered to take the advanced course, while I was thrown in by Gin because I was too weak.

However, being two completely opposite people does not affect their ability to become friends. Anyway, Binga and I both consider each other to be friends. As for what kind of friends we are, that depends on personal opinion.

It doesn't affect anything, so even if Binga is a workaholic and I am a tanking guy, we can still get together and lead the entire organization without any obstacles.

It can be said that apart from Rum and the boss, there are no two of us who dare not to cricket.

Come to think of it, it seems we have found something in common?

I curled my lips and was about to continue to refute Binga's words when I heard the sound from the booth next to me suddenly become louder. It sounded a bit like the original wife caught the cheating and the scumbag was quibbling.

Binga and I's eyes lit up immediately. We looked at each other at the same time, squinted at the booth next to us, turned our eyes back at the same time, shook our heads at the same time, pursed our lips, and blinked our eyes...

Without saying a word, she cursed the scumbag in a very dirty way.

Then I witnessed with my own eyes the original wife pouring the wine on the table onto the scumbag's face. Well, I felt relieved. Binga and I breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and smiled at each other with smiles in our eyes.

A colleague appeared and handed the scumbag a tissue.

Since he was the one who cleaned up the mess, I, who tended to slack off at work whenever possible, just pretended I didn't see anything. I picked up the tray on the table, waved to Binga, and pretended nothing had happened before going back to the bar.

Binga seemed to have something else to ask me. He stood up suddenly and then sat back down again, as if he was performing some mysterious ritual.

I looked back curiously and wanted to ask him what was wrong, when I saw a familiar figure passing by me. The cold windbreaker with a cold smell brushed past my nose.

It's gin.

That makes sense.

I winked at Binga, then immediately followed him with a smile, running to where I was standing next to Gin, walking backwards loudly: "Big Brother, would you like something to drink?"

The corners of Gin's lips were tense, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to me.

However, no matter how much he didn't want to pay attention to me, Gin, who was a well-organized leader, still grabbed my shoulders before I almost hit the corner of the table without having any eyes, and let go after I left the obstacle.

He also shook his hands.

I didn't care and the smile on my face got even bigger: "Thank you, big brother!"

The eldest brother still didn't bother to pay attention to me, but when he sat down at the bar, he finally paid attention to me.

He just wants a glass of gin.

"Okay, I'll definitely carve the best-looking ice hockey puck for you, big brother. Just wait for me! Oh, and vodka, your ice hockey puck will definitely look good too!"

I served Gin and Vodka and carefully observed Gin's expression.

The silver-haired man picked up the wine glass with a cold expression, observed the wine in the glass under the dim light, and then took a sip without any expression.

He didn't even express any appreciation for my ice hockey. It seems he was really angry.

——Although he had never praised it before.

I frowned, leaned over the bar and whispered to Vodka, "Is Big Brother angry?"

Vodka nodded hesitantly.

I immediately became unhappy: "Who is it? Who dared to mess with my eldest brother? Is he still alive?"

Vodka's expression became even more indescribable, and he nodded with difficulty.

My eyes widened in disbelief: "How could someone have offended Big Brother and still be alive?"

Vodka nodded silently.

I put my hand next to my ear, making the shape of a number six, and angrily said, "Who is that? Call me! I'm going to kill him!"

Vodka hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It's you."

"What? Okay, it turned out to be..." Realizing what Vodka said, I immediately lowered my voice, pretending to be angry. I smiled awkwardly at Gin, who looked over at me after hearing my sudden loud voice, and questioned Vodka in an even lower voice, "How could it be me? I didn't even sleepwalk, how could I have made Brother Gin angry?"

Master Qingtang, it’s unfair!

Someone must have framed me?

Who is it?

Without thinking, I turned my suspicious eyes to Vodka.

Vodka, completely unaware of the drama I was directing, leaned close to my ear and said, "Um, is that you?"

"Um?"

Vodka took a deep breath and said, "Did you use Big Brother's speakers to play our daughter's songs?"

I was stunned.

Vodka looked at me with sympathy: "Brother originally wanted to listen to some music to relax, but when he turned on the speakers, all he heard was our daughter's disco song."

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