Chapter 158 Different Treatment "I came to find Scotland, why are you...
"I came to find Scotland."
A girl descended from the sky, hovering outside the window on her motorcycle, and declared this condescendingly. Sunlight poured down from behind her, enveloping her in a dazzling halo.
It was mid-afternoon, and a perfect breeze blew her skirt rustling. Though dressed like a perfect, even a bit overly ostentatious, "lady," she made no effort to conceal her aggression as she rode.
Her gaze passed Bourbon in front of her, then to the cat-eyed youth behind her. She said casually, "I... and my family should have informed your organization in advance. I heard your taijutsu is pretty good. How does it compare to Gin's?"
After hearing what she said, both Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu were basically sure of the other party's identity - whether it was the condescending tone when she mentioned the organization and Gin, or the dazzling... wonderful dress, the way she appeared and the aura she exuded, they all realized that she was a member of the Vongola family.
...Although I'd heard before that the Italian mafia's attire and abilities were rather bizarre and eye-catching, there were male leaders with bob haircuts and heart-shaped holes cut out in their suits, with lace cutouts underneath, and assassins wearing nightcap-like hats, naked jackets with straps tied around their chests and a cross, and there were countless others who could breathe fire and release poison...
...But actually seeing one of them was still a bit surprising...After all, the young woman in front of them looked quite out of place compared to them and even the entire backdrop of Tokyo city. They didn't seem to be on the same level.
Faced with such a scene, even as an undercover public security agent who had undergone professional training and should have remained calm even in the face of a landslide, Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, his eyes completely fixed on her flying skirt.
"...I do have some experience in combat..." He paused briefly, then adjusted himself. With a calm and respectful demeanor, he took a step forward, looking up at her. "If you want to compare me to Gin, I haven't fought him head-on, so I can't give you an accurate answer—"
"But if you need a sparring partner, I'm always at your beck and call."
When he reached the window, he could clearly see the paint job of the vehicle ridden by the young girl floating outside the window… Unlike her handsome and mysterious outfit, the smooth-lined metal behemoth looked a bit cute upon closer inspection. The little raccoon face on the hood was round and was making faces at them.
The owner of the motorcycle seemed calm. When he extended his hand in an invitation, he jumped off the motorcycle, stepped lightly on the windowsill in his astonished eyes, and placed his hand on his.
And the motorcycle disappeared lightly in the sunlight behind her - if it were not for the warm body temperature that was clearly felt in the palm of his hand through the silk gloves and the fact that the girl in front of him had not disappeared, Zhu Fujingguang would almost think that everything that had just happened was an illusion.
...Let's not consider the question of why motorcycles can fly in the sky. I heard that the Italian mafia has a lot of black technology, and this problem can also be understood with common sense... But what is the principle of disappearing directly from the sky?
This mysterious style originating from an ancient family shocked the young public security officer who had little knowledge of and experience in dealing with related incidents. He did not come to his senses until he led the girl back to the room. As a result, he completely ignored the small movements of the "young lady" who landed lightly beside him when she passed by the blond young man next to her - she walked past the latter without looking at him, and stepped on the upper of his shoe with her high heels, which made Fūya Ling's expression distorted for a moment.
Didn't he see it... No, it seems not. But no matter what the specific reason was, with his current status, he couldn't actually ask... He didn't want to disobey this Vongola lady.
The young woman had already stepped lightly past him, as if she had stepped forward simply because she hadn't seen him and didn't care. This actually fits the arrogant demeanor she had when she first appeared, but Furuya Rei narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling something was amiss: Was it an illusion? This Vongola lady seemed to be a little...disliked him?
Although he had met women who were not interested in his type when he was doing part-time work before, after all, he was not so arrogant as to think that he was loved by everyone; but there were very few women who disliked him for no reason... The last woman who was not at odds with him at first sight was a certain... Tsk.
For some reason, a certain figure suddenly flashed in his mind - it only flashed for a moment, and then it began to rampage in his brain unreasonably.
Furiya Ling shook his head almost instinctively, shooing away the figure who had once raised his hand to pin him against the wall from his mind: ...What the hell, why would I be thinking of Chaomu at this moment? This wasn't the time to be distracted.
This wonderful association was only fleeting. After all, there were actually quite a few people who disliked him; what's more, this young lady might not be targeting him, but was simply arrogant.
He was secretly observing the girl who broke in, but the girl's attention was obviously completely on Zhu Fu Jingguang.
Holding his hand was just a leverage for landing. After she entered the window, she let go of his hand and walked to the living room very naturally, sitting on the sofa. The veil covered half of her face, so they couldn't see her eyes clearly, but her head was obviously turning with Zhu Fujingguang's movements, watching his every move silently.
The young man with cat eyes felt his neck stiffen slightly when he was stared at. He always felt like a field mouse being stared at by an owl.
He opened the refrigerator door with one hand and felt the cold air hit him. He coughed lightly and asked politely, "Would you like something to drink? Although I may not have anything to offer you in my safe house..."
"Strawberry yogurt will be fine." The mysterious and imposing Vongola lady sat up straight with dignity, her hands folded on her knees. "Ice, please. I'll have two boxes. Thank you."
…Although I was giving orders, the “dishes” I ordered were quite… approachable.
The two undercover agents made similar judgments almost at the same time.
There was no reason to refuse such an easily fulfilled request. With the tacit understanding they'd developed since childhood, with just a glance, Morobushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei had already assigned their respective tasks. He went to get the yogurt, while Furuya Rei was already standing by the young girl's side, smiling, "It's an honor to have you here..."
Although entertaining this unexpected young lady well is the most important thing at the moment, in fact, what the two of them need to figure out most is: why did she suddenly appear here?
Zhu Fushigiri didn't reveal the safe house's location to anyone else in the organization. Did he unknowingly expose it? Was he being followed? The members of the organization weren't exactly united and friendly with each other, so concealing the safe house's location was part of the rules. If the organization specifically checked his address, did that mean they were doubting his loyalty?
Or perhaps this young lady had found him through the Vongola network... This possibility was better than the organization discovering the safe house, but not by much. How deep was Vongola's infiltration of Tokyo? Were there any dangerous plans to ally with the Black Organization?
Even with his mind racing, the young man with cat-eyed eyes didn't betray a single trace of strangeness on his handsome face. Maintaining his taciturn sniper persona, he silently handed her two cartons of yogurt and inserted a straw for her. "...Please."
Rather than delivering yogurt, his behavior looked more like a thug lighting a cigarette for a big boss.
The corners of the lips of the noble mafia daughter curled up beneath her veil, and as she accepted the yogurt, she seemed to glance at the blond youth beside her. Although he couldn't see her eyes clearly, Furuya Rei had a feeling that there was a hint of provocation in her expression.
Jianggu Ling: "…………?"
A strange sense of familiarity washed over him again, but a closer look dispelled it completely by the woman's aloof and dignified demeanor. Even while sipping yogurt, the young woman's movements were graceful, as if savoring something luxurious, sipping from the straw beneath her veil... No, why did it feel like she'd just taken a big sip while they weren't paying attention? Her cheeks seemed to bulge...
This contrast is undoubtedly quite cute. Although Fūya Rei couldn't see clearly for a moment, his eyes were involuntarily fixed on her again. He wanted to look at her a few more times, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.
Under his gaze, the noble mafia lady paused slightly in her breathing, then raised her eyes and glanced at him expressionlessly.
"I was just about to ask..." she began slowly, "I'm here to practice with Scotland. Who are you? And why are you still here getting in the way?"
Jianggu Ling: "…………"
It wasn't an illusion, he thought. She probably really didn't like him... but why? Was it because he had behaved poorly just now? He should have gone to the window to greet her in time...
Amidst this confusion and inexplicable loss, a well-honed, apologetic expression settled on the face of "Amuro Toru." The dark-skinned young man's purplish-gray eyes drooped slightly, revealing a non-aggressive, innocent expression. "I'm so sorry to have annoyed you... I'm a colleague from Scotland, and I'm here today to discuss work with him... He didn't tell me you were coming today, otherwise I would have made every effort to prepare..."
First, she apologized in a humble manner, then briefly introduced herself and Scotland as ordinary colleagues, denying the fact that they had been secretly talking and exchanging intelligence; the last sentence implied that Scotland did not make time for her specifically and did not pay enough attention to her, while pulling her down and distancing herself from her again.
If Chaomu hadn't seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she would probably have believed his lies.
She held the straw in her mouth, with a forced smile: the evil little black face would never have thought that this time, his innocent look could not fool her - she was not one of those rich women who had never seen his true face, and she would never be fooled!
But then again… I hadn't felt anything before when we were at loggerheads, but was this how it felt to be flattered by him using this kind of tactics? That was quite satisfying… but it wasn't enough! Didn't he love to act broken? Today, she was going to make him even more broken!
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I'm having a huge anxiety attack, stuck in writing and rewriting, and my schedule is messed up, so I'm in a bad state and can't continue. I'm going to organize my thoughts for the next two days.
I feel like life is a struggle between the left and the right... The outline I wrote before has been changed beyond recognition (cheerful), but the general direction has not changed much.
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