Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Piggy Valentine is forced to open

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Ten o'clock in the evening.

The waiter pushed the food cart, turned a corner and walked into a room.

It was very quiet, and I could faintly smell the burning incense, with a bitter aftertaste that filled the whole room with a luxurious aroma.

The room was large and seemed to be empty. There were only the translucent white curtains on the balcony, which were blown up and down by the wind like a veil.

There was almost no sound between the rollers of the dining table and the carpet. The waiter silently lifted the curtain and stepped onto the terrace.

The terrace was spacious, with a lounge chair placed on it. Next to the lounge chair was a low mahogany table with a radio on it playing exotic old-fashioned music.

The waiter bent down, placed the food from the dining cart on the table, took out the bottle of wine stuck in the ice, and poured a little into the glass.

A hand as white as jade reached out from the recliner and took the glass of wine on the table. The golden wine swayed lightly in the glass a few times, then he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

A husky laugh came from the recliner, "Bourbon."

The waiter didn't respond. He noticed two figures, one standing and one squatting, in the shadows under the windowsill. They were also staring at him, but their attention was more focused on the person on the lounge chair.

"Why are you dressed like a waiter again?"

The man lying on the recliner drinking supported his head with one hand and looked at him sideways. Some of his long hair fell from the recliner to the ground along the arm that supported his head, like a layer of light smoke.

"Do you like this line of work?"

This scene is really beautiful, like a scene from an old movie.

Even the smile on his lips seemed like a flirtation.

Wait, why am I thinking about this wrongly again? Amuro Toru slammed on the brakes in his head.

"I wouldn't say I like it. Being a waiter is a versatile job, that's all."

The blond, dark-skinned undercover agent raised the corner of his mouth, half smiling, "Also, 10 o'clock at night is a time when you tend to get hungry."

He took a half step back and spread out his hands. Mo Shiyu saw a wreath of salad made of honeydew melon and ham on the plate.

Mo Shiyu closed his eyes, raised his lips and smiled.

The gazes of the two people below clearly showed the word "sycophant".

Mo Shiyu sat up with his wine glass, crossed his legs on the recliner, and glanced at his watch. "Okay, it's ten o'clock."

He stood up, grabbed the black windbreaker on the back of the seat and put it on, "Come with me."

Amuro Toru said, "Okay."

"The other two came very early and I chased them away. But you came just in time." Mo Shiyu looked back at him as he put on his clothes. "You did a great job."

Amuro Toru smiled but said nothing.

The assessment starts from the first interview.

Examiners have different preferences, so it is necessary to conduct appropriate research on the examiner's style in advance.

Some examiners are more relaxed, while others are more strict.

Valentine is the type who likes to relax.

He doesn't like to increase his workload, he does things slowly and methodically, and he feels very relaxed.

——The above is the result of Amuro Toru's own artistic processing. In fact, his original words from the investigation were, "Valentin is lazy like a pig most of the time."

Therefore, "arriving a while early", which seems to be polite and appropriate most of the time, does not apply to Valentine.

He won't start work early, and anyone who arrives early will most likely be thrown out of the room by him, leaving him curled up in a recliner until 10 o'clock sharp.

So Toru Amuro chose to arrive on the hour and prepared some relaxing food and wine for him.

Sure enough, he won the favor of Piggy, no, Valentine.

Toru Amuro closed the door casually.

He followed Valentine up the stairs, down to the first floor, and into the bar on the first floor.

There were a lot of people in the bar. The floor was made of wood and it was decorated in a rough Texas style, like it had stepped from the Temperate Zone into the desert.

This is a high-end hotel under the organization. Other places are open for business as usual, except for the floor where Valentine was just now. It is specially provided for code members to rest, and there is no charge for staying no matter how long.

But Valentine probably doesn't live here, he just chose to gather here tonight.

When he walked into the bar, there were quite a lot of people. Mo Shiyu saw several young men and women waiting at the door, all of whom looked like rich second-generations.

Most of the waiters here were not members of the organization, but were hired from outside. Not knowing Mo Shiyu, he walked up to them apologetically and said, "Excuse me, sir, the last booth has just been reserved. Would you two like to sit at the bar?"

Before Mo Shiyu could say anything, several rich second-generations who heard the voice turned around and looked away. Their gazes, which were originally about to look away out of boredom, stopped at Mo Shiyu.

From their perspective, they saw the silhouette of a man in a long black trench coat, with long smoky gray hair covering his face, a dark wine glass in one hand, and white skin and slender wrists, looking very vivid.

"Oh my god..." Amuro Toru vaguely heard a sentence.

One of them, a wealthy second-generation man in his mid-twenties, came over and said to Mo Shiyu in a graceful manner, "It's okay, we don't mind sharing a table."

Mo Shiyu turned around and glanced at him, saying, "No need."

The rich second generation was stunned by his gaze, as if an electric shock had passed through his body. It took him a while to react and said, "Hey, I mean well, don't take it lightly. People like you... no one will protect you. You can't expect to leave here unscathed."

Toru Amuro, who was standing next to him, thought to himself, "Am I not a human being?"

Mo Shiyu curled his lips, "Why?"

The second-generation rich man looked around, leaned over and whispered, "This bar has a black background. Do you understand? There are a lot of gangsters here. I'm not kidding, they're not gangsters, they're real people from the underworld. So, don't sit at the bar. If you sit down, you'll be a dish here... Listen to me, either leave now or follow me, I will protect you."

Just then, two other Bourbon candidates walked in.

One was a British man with a mustache, and the other was a tall and strong Japanese man.

There was a similar coldness and vague murderous intent on their faces, and they stared at the rich second generation without hesitation. The rich second generation was frightened by the stare and took a step back, his face pale.

Although he had been to this bar several times, he still couldn't remain calm under the gloomy gazes of the passers-by he occasionally saw here.

The look in these people's eyes was truly different from that of ordinary people. It was obvious that they had killed someone before. They looked at people as if they were objects.

The rich second generation was scared but also felt excited. He felt that this bar was like a treasure. Although he was scared, he couldn't help but want to come and seek excitement.

It was like unveiling another world for him.

Normally, he was ignored by these people, but what was wrong today? He hadn't done anything to provoke them, had he? The rich second generation was panicking, even fearing he was going to die here.

"Enough." Mo Shiyu said.

The rich second generation was stunned. Before he could look at Mo Shiyu, he saw the two men's eyes immediately dropped.

These two ferocious guys were extremely obedient in front of that handsome young man.

This was the first time the rich second generation had seen such a reaction.

Mo Shiyu looked at the rich second generation and said softly, "Sorry. I hope you are not scared."

"...No." The rich second generation said sluggishly.

"That's good." Mo Shiyu looked at him and said, "However, if you value your life, it's best not to come to this kind of place in the future."

He lowered his eyebrows, and his voice suddenly became cold. "After all, if what you said just now didn't suit my taste, I might not let you go."

“…”

Mo Shiyu turned around, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter looked down and his expression suddenly changed.

He bowed with great respect and said, "Sir, please come this way."

The rich second generation just watched Mo Shiyu walk towards the deeper part of the bar, an area he had never been to before.

He realized it belatedly and broke out in a cold sweat.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have taken a tentative step on the edge of an abyss.

The most terrifying thing here didn't seem to be the people with terrifying eyes. The person he just saw was the one who had truly touched the edge of this magnificent and terrifying underground world.

But just this one time, he almost lost his life.

Did he almost offend someone he shouldn't have offended?

***

Mo Shiyu chose a seat and sat down, putting the wine glass in his hand on the table.

The other two also walked in. They were not far away, so they heard what Mo Shiyu said. They also understood that after just a glance, they were already one step behind Amuro Toru. There was a bit of unwillingness and regret in their eyes.

They bowed their heads in humility, "Lord Valentine."

"Hello, please take a seat." Mo Shiyu supported his chin, still looking a little sleepy, but it did not make people nervous, but rather relaxed. He waved at the camera right above the booth, and after confirming that it was running, he turned around, looked at them, and smiled reassuringly.

"According to the requirements above, all our communications must be monitored by surveillance footage. This is mainly to keep a record. There will be random checks during the year-end audit... Well, considering there aren't many new codename members in a year, the chances of us being picked are pretty high..."

"?" Even Toru Amuro, an undercover agent, was abstracted away.

No, you, an illegal organization, actually want an audit? What are you auditing? Are you auditing whether your illegal business is legitimate?

Mo Shiyu glanced at Amuro Toru's speechless expression and continued, "For the sake of fairness, during the assessment, both you and I must wear tracking devices. We cannot take them off, otherwise we will be disqualified."

"Does anyone have any objections to these two points?"

The three people present were all very familiar with the organization's desire for control and accepted it without any resistance.

Mo Shiyu supported his chin and said slowly, "Then, please introduce yourselves."

The mustache man said, "You can call me Arthur."

The sturdy Japanese man said, "My name is Honda Riki."

Toru Amuro also introduced himself.

Mo Shiyu naturally wrote them down one by one. He had to stay up late to write a report after tonight. After finishing it and submitting it, he could move on to the next step.

No wonder he stopped being an examiner after Gin's assessment. This job is really thankless.

"I've picked out a few tasks." Mo Shiyu pulled out three playing cards from behind him, shuffled them several times in front of them, and placed them face down on the table. "Here are the tasks. You can choose your own."

"Each mission will take a different amount of time, but they'll be spread out over the next two weeks. I'll follow you throughout the entire process and grade you based on your actions and results."

"During this period, I will not help any of you. Even if you die during the mission, I will not take action."

"The final results will be announced in two weeks."

After Mo Shiyu finished his introduction, he asked the three members to draw lots.

Toru Amuro was the last one to draw. The other two seemed to be working together to exclude him. They stood in front of Toru Amuro intentionally or unintentionally and drew cards one after another. When it was Toru Amuro's turn, there was only the last card left on the table.

He didn't care and walked over to pick it up.

Opposite the card is a snowflake pattern.

The two people next to me had similar cards: one was an airplane, the other was food.

After reading it, Mo Shiyu simply sent the three tasks to their mobile devices.

Although he was psychologically biased towards Toru Amuro, Mo Shiyu did not tamper with the entire process. It was very fair and completely random.

On the one hand, he didn't think that Amuro Toru couldn't even pass the code name test. On the other hand, too obvious favoritism would make Amuro Toru uneasy and would also attract the attention of a certain silver-haired suspicious killer.

"The mission order is Arthur, Toru Amuro, and Riki Honda. I will contact you in advance before the mission begins. I will prepare all the weapons and tools, and you just need to be in place."

Mo Shiyu stood up, speaking in a slow and gentle tone, and withdrew his cool fingers from the table. His scattered gray hair, long black windbreaker, and dim lighting made him look beautiful, vaguely androgynous.

"Well, good luck to you all."