Chapter 124 I was faking it

Amuro Tooru paused, remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay, go ahead."

Behrfinger took a deep breath and looked at him very seriously. "Didn't you call me a pervert at the welcome party?!"

Toru Amuro:?

ha?

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"Is...is there?" Amuro Tooru blinked his beady eyes, feigning ignorance.

Behrfinger stared at him scrutinizingly, then pulled out a voice recorder.

Toru Amuro:......

After not seeing him for two years, he had almost forgotten that this guy was a bit vengeful.

He coughed lightly, then put his arm around Behringer's shoulder. "Let's get to the important stuff first. You didn't ask me to come here just to talk about this, right?"

Putting away the recorder, Behringer twirled the wine glass on the table, remained silent for a while, and then spoke with some difficulty, "Jingguang."

Amuro Tooru's gaze paused.

Behfinger took a deep breath and continued, "Three years ago, Jing Guang's body was taken away by the organization. It was Bertrandetti who did this because he planned to turn Jing Guang's body into a specimen doll. Now... he has successfully made the first specimen doll, and that doll is called Afra. According to my investigation, that doll seems to have the ability to think for itself, and it is very powerful. It is... a deadly weapon that can cause great harm."

"If...if the next doll that Bertrand wants to make is Jingguang..."

Behrfinger's voice gradually lowered, and finally he fell silent.

Amuro Tooru released his grip on Behringer's hand, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging visibly. He lowered his head, his blond hair obscuring his face, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

However, it was clear that the smell of bourbon was already emanating from him.

Behringer patted him on the shoulder. “I know you won’t ignore this, and you usually know your limits, so I don’t have much to say. But I still hope you’ll be careful on your own.”

"Alone?" Amuro Tooru suppressed his anger and looked up at Behringer.

Behrfinger chuckled. "Well, the boss called me away today and transferred me to the US. As for when I'll be transferred back... who knows?"

He swirled the ice in his glass, propped his cheek up with one hand, and tilted his head slightly, his blue hair falling smoothly against his face. "It seems like they transferred back a researcher who has made great achievements in the field of biology from over there..."

Amuro Tooru frowned, somewhat skeptical of the big boss's order, "Since the ones being transferred back are researchers, why were you transferred there in the first place?"

"It's probably a test. If I'm not mistaken, there might be something dangerous waiting for me over there..."

Bechfenger murmured softly, and if Amuro Tooru hadn't had such good hearing, he really wouldn't have been able to hear it.

Before he could say anything, Behefinger nudged his shoulder again, comforting him, "But you don't need to worry too much about me. After all, I'm not weak to begin with, and besides... you've already called me a pervert."

At the end, he looked at him with a wronged and accusing gaze.

Toru Amuro:......

He forced a smile and said, "That's true. Well, when you get there, don't let yourself get bullied until you cry."

Behrfinger's eyes narrowed, and she glared at the blond-haired man with displeasure. "Do you think I cry that easily?!"

Amuro Tooru chuckled. "Do you want to think back to how you got the 'crybaby' nickname?"

Behrfinger: ...

I was faking it! I was faking it!!