Chapter 391 is just asking a question with a "what if" mentality.

After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly pulled the knife out.

Amidst the excited, breathless gazes of the surrounding researchers, the flesh at his wound shifted slightly and rejoined itself. Soon, his life-threatening wound disappeared, leaving only a trace resembling a surgical suture.

Asa's eyes crinkled into a smile, and he chuckled with satisfaction. A blush rose to his handsome face, and his gray eyes gleamed with excitement. "Very good. Your physique is special enough. I believe you can become a sharp blade that will not be easily discarded."

The boy clutched his chest, still throbbing with intense pain, and slowly lowered his eyelids, offering his only loyalty.

"Yes, I will."

He spoke in a low, strange tone, as if he were not fluent in human language.

Asa let out a pleasant laugh, patted Benshan's head, and looked at the researchers with an approving gaze, "Well done, you can get what you want from Hoshino now."

"It is our honor to be valued by the director."

Several researchers bowed in unison, their faces beaming with exaggerated and enthusiastic smiles.

Asa nodded in satisfaction and led Benshan out of the laboratory.

Anyway, Hoshino Tsukasa will take care of everything.

The experimental base has Tsukasa Hoshino, and the coffee shop has Yumeko Morita.

Two hands-off managers.

Feeling great.

Leaving the experimental base, Asa looked up at the sky; sunset was just around the corner.

When he returned to Doss Cafe, the five main characters had already left, but Behefinger's three clones were still there.

As soon as he returned, Behringer pulled out a piece of paper, smiled, and approached him. "Manager, why don't you just sign me up for annual leave?"

Asa stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly pulled his hand away, a slightly shy smile on her face. "No, you can't."

“Okay~” Behfinger shrugged and crumpled the paper into the trash can next to him.

"Oh, right, manager, I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't be coming." Behefinger suddenly said as he was about to leave with Kawasaki Machi, turning back with a smile and waving to Asa.

Asa: "..."

Asa glanced at Morita Yumeko, who was staring at the door with her affection practically written all over her face, and raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. Then, pretending not to know anything, she returned to behind the cashier and leisurely stroked Honsugi's cool head.

...

In safe house number 3, Bertrand stood on the sofa, hands on hips, looking down at Gin who was wiping Beretta, puffed out his cheeks, and kicked his thigh with his toe.

"Koto-chan, you shouldn't be busy, right?"

Gin scoffed, "You care whether I'm busy or not?"

Upon hearing this, Bertrand chuckled, bent down, put his arm around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "What would you do if the person you thought was least likely to be an undercover agent turned out to be one?"

Gin paused, his hand wiping Beretta's, and his icy gaze instantly fell on Bertrand, his tone so cold it seemed capable of turning into ice shards, "What did you say?"

Bertrand squatted down obediently, blinking his big, bright eyes. "I just wanted to ask a 'what if' question~"

Gin's face darkened. He looked at Bertrand for a few seconds, then scoffed, "You'd better not be."

“Of course not—” Bertrand was about to retort when he realized what was happening and looked at Gin.