Chapter 122 Small in stature but possessing considerable strength

Gin: ?

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, Bertrand pulled him toward the training room.

Vodka, standing nearby, secretly peeked into the training room, which hadn't been closed.

Bertrand, hands behind his back, grinned at Gin. "I'm ready~"

As he spoke, he launched a surprise attack with lightning speed.

A sneak attack! A left front kick!

Oh, no.

Gin dodged to the side and attacked at the same time.

Vodka, watching the battle unfold inside, forgot to drink his liquor.

He swallowed hard.

Each of them is even more ruthless than the last.

As expected of the little madman, he can match his older brother's skills on par.

After going back and forth for half an hour, finally, with a snap, the little madman dislocated his older brother's arm.

After folding the folded ...

Vodka was startled and quickly lowered his head to gaze deeply into the glass of liquor in his hand.

Gin calmly put his dislocated arm back in place and clicked his tongue softly.

This kid may be small, but he's surprisingly strong.

Bertrand grinned and gave a peace sign. "Yay! I won again! Let's go eat!"

He pushed the gin and headed out of the safe house.

I also invited Vodka, who was still having a one-on-one drinking session.

Once in the car, Bertrand was delighted and asked Vodka to drive him to the restaurant.

...

On the other side, Behffiner, who had been thrown into 996 work schedule by the main character, changed his black cloak, which was suitable for hiding bloodstains, into a different style of gray cloak.

Finger is indeed a collector of Bech cloaks; he has so many cloaks.

As he walked, he found himself outside the Polo Coffee Shop.

After glancing at the black-skinned blond man working inside, Behringer pondered for a second, then walked in quite naturally.

A waitress in her early twenties approached him, led him to an empty seat, and handed him a menu: "Hello, would you like to order something?"

Behringer hesitated for a moment, then said, "Please give me a rose iced tea and a sandwich."

"OK."

A golden retriever who was concentrating on making coffee paused when it heard the familiar voice, then looked up in the direction of Behrfinger.

Behrfinger also paused for a moment when he suddenly saw him, then winked at him.

Amuro Tooru smiled at him, then continued making coffee.

While waiting for his meal, Behringer listlessly scrolled through his phone.

Until the food he ordered appeared before his eyes.

Behringer looked up at the blond man who had settled down opposite him because there weren't many customers lately, and raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence."

"How did you end up here?" Amuro Tooru rested his chin on his hand, a smile playing on his gray-purple eyes.

Behrfinger took a sip of iced tea. "Would you believe me if I said I just walked in here on a whim?"

"Of course I believe you, why wouldn't I?" Amuro Tooru teased.

"Come on." Behringer rolled his eyes. "Back then, you and Song... cough cough, you said the same thing, but you didn't believe me."

Amuro Tooru smiled helplessly, knowing that his sudden change of heart was because he didn't want to hurt him.

But he knew that the blue-haired man in front of him was even more upset than he was.

“But you really did run more than ten kilometers specifically for food, and then you said you just happened to walk there.” Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow, mercilessly dredging up his embarrassing past. “In the end, we don’t even know who called us to come pick him up.”

Behringer paused in his chewing of the sandwich, staring blankly for a while before finally swallowing it. He stared at the blond man with his half-moon eyes, saying, "You're practically ready to stick your hand on my forehead and say that."

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"Someone's venting to me is making me feel emo too. I don't want to write anymore. I'll take a break tomorrow, otherwise (I'll die again.JPG)"