Chapter 15

The force from behind interrupted Kitahara Yuki's thoughts. Vodka pushed Kitahara Yuki, who was walking slowly, in the increasingly condensed atmosphere. As the door opened, the scene inside was revealed.

"Good morning, little friend." Bermode held a wine glass with a bright smile. She raised the glass to Kitahara Yuki, and the scarlet wine slid down her soft lips into her throat.

Behind her on the left was a middle-aged man who was not young. He had white hair that belonged to an old man, a black eye patch on his left eye, a small mustache under his nose, and a slightly bulging belly. He looked like an ordinary old man.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes fell on the other's exposed right eye - the cold pupils like a snake stared at him without blinking.

"You can see through the disguise at a glance."

Kitahara Yuki has never been a person who speaks tactfully. Everything seems to be taken for granted in front of him. No one can pretend to be undetectable when facing him.

"This gentleman, disguise has become a part of your life. You don't even dare to show your true face to others." He looked indifferent and spoke lazily. He shook his feet lightly, trying to disperse the gravel stuck in the soles of his shoes.

"There's no need to elaborate on the desire for control that is standard among superiors and geniuses. You're impatient, but also timid and cautious. Being in a high position for a long time has made you conceited and suspicious."

"You're just like the old man downstairs from me who's always searching. When he buys a handful of vegetables, he always wonders if they were picked yesterday or the day before yesterday. If he loses a yen, he worries if there's a thief!"

"Is this how you greet old people?" Rum crushed the glass, and the orange-yellow wine flowed down his skin and fell to the ground with a clicking sound. A penetrating sense of oppression spread throughout the warehouse.

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "No, this is the treatment only for Mafia cadres, Mr. Gin and Ms. Bermode have experienced it."

"Indeed." Bermode chuckled, like a flute with a soft tone, slowly and naturally flowing into the ears.

——The kid is really brave.

Vodka was surprised, "I didn't."

Kitahara Yuki looked at Vodka with disapproval, and said lightly: "I think you don't want to know the reason."

——After all, the truth will hurt the self-esteem of an honest Mafia.

...Honest Vodka stiffly pushed the sunglasses on his nose, "Okay."

"Young man, sit down and talk, you can call me Rum." Rum said lightly.

"Good suggestion." Kitahara Yuki raised an eyebrow, his voice was neither hurried nor slow but gave people a heavy sense of oppression for no reason. He took off his wide black windbreaker and threw it on the sofa.

His bony fingers slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt, and folded up the cuffs carefully, revealing his fair forearms.

Bermode raised an eyebrow, "With this action, you look like you want to fight?"

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "I have a feeling it will be useful in the future. However, even if I want to fight, I don't have the ability."

After all, he is just an ordinary person with a physical fitness of 40. He may not even be able to beat old man Rum!

"Now, let's talk. Although I think the possibility of a pleasant conversation between Mr. Rum and I is relatively small given the age difference between us, after all, you may not be interested in the part-time work experience in a convenience store."

Rum smiled, "We can talk about what Kita-kun is interested in, such as Hase-kun."

Kitahara Yuki didn't answer. He also knew that Rum didn't need to answer. After looking around and making sure there was no coffee, he poured himself a glass of wine.

The dark red liquid flowed in the high-footed glass. Kitahara Yuki leaned over to smell it, took a sip, and put it down without interest.

- Don't like this taste.

"Hase Hikaru has joined the organization." Rum narrowed his eyes, obviously regaining the right to speak in his hands, which satisfied his strong desire for control.

He leaned forward slightly, appreciating Kitahara Yuki's expression with interest, his pupils dilated, his lips tightly pursed together, his smile not reaching his eyes, his gaze frighteningly cold.

"Then he is really brave." Kitahara Yuki's voice was cold.

Very good, there is indeed a problem with the plan.

Otherwise, at this time, he should be under the protection of the Public Security Bureau and the FBI, wrapped in a small blanket, sitting in a police car, holding a hot coffee in his hand, and discussing with Xiaoguang where to go tomorrow.

- That guy really changed the plan privately. The scene of Toru Amuro putting away the contract yesterday appeared in front of him. He hid that Kitahara Yuki had reached some kind of agreement with the Public Security Bureau.

Is it for him?

Rum: "Hase-kun hopes that the organization can protect his brother, and code member Bourbon will be responsible for your safety."

It is indeed for him. Kitahara Yuki's face turned very ugly for a moment.

"Protect or monitor?"

"There is no conflict between these two words," Rumton paused, and continued, "Hase-kun has worked hard for you."

"Let me guess what he did." Kitahara Yuki stood up suddenly, straightening his expression, "Let's start with what he has done. He controlled the organization's system? You threatened him? Oh, it should be you who threatened him with his life, but you found out that he was a complete lunatic. For him, a bunch of flowers in the flower shop is more important than his life."

The young man with black hair and black eyes sneered briefly and lightly, and the sound of his leather shoes falling on the concrete floor became crisp and loud. He paced back and forth in the warehouse.

"Later, you chose to threaten him with my life. This turned him into an out-of-control beast, and he bit off a bloody bite of flesh from you! No, the fact that I'm still alive means that he didn't reach the last step!"

"He dumped all the secrets of your organization in front of the arrogant boss, put the organization and my life on the balance, and you had to accept this deal because he had the ability to make the secrets public even after his death."

"His condition was my absolute safety..."

"Every step he took was like walking on a wire, and there was a cliff below, and it was just for the ridiculous reason of protecting me..."

Kitahara Yuki hung his head, his expression difficult to read.

For a moment, the sound of a pin drop could be heard in the warehouse, and the stagnant air was like a sticky swamp, starting from the ankles and climbing up the panting lips along the blood to cover the unwilling eyes.

Rum's breathing became heavier, his chest rose and fell violently, and his nostrils expanded. He was very angry, very angry, and it was obvious that the culprit for this anger was Hase Hikaru.

Gin sneered, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and remained silent.

The cold sweat from the vodka had soaked his entire back, but he still glanced at Kitahara Yuki with a strange expression.

Is this the crazy brotherhood of twins?

"Exactly," Bermode said with a strange expression, "He is simply a madman."

Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and said coldly: "Where is he? Get him out!"

As these words fell, there was an even more unspeakable silence.

"Is it you who won't let him, or he doesn't dare." The black-haired young man pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and like the ice on the top of the snow-capped mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, with a chill that never melts.

A sigh suddenly sounded in this stagnant space.

"Brother, I'm here."

The familiar voice made Kitahara Yuki stand up suddenly, his eyes locked tightly on the man hiding in the shadows, his dark pupils trembling, and his calm expression was a little cracked.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, exhaled deeply, and his hoarse voice broke the stagnant atmosphere, "Xiao Guang."

Under the incandescent light, the young man revealed a face similar to Kitahara Yuki, with light golden eyes full of smiles, and a smile that seemed to have been measured hanging on the corners of his mouth. He walked in front of Kitahara Yuki, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently stroked the corners of Kitahara Yuki's eyes.

"Don't be angry."

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "You obviously want me to be angry! You should have said 'calm down'. In the inherent thinking of humans, they can better understand a single instruction. 'Don't be angry' will make people think of anger, not calm down. You want to make me angry, have you become capable?"

The high-speed spinning brain made him regain his sanity. Kitahara Yuki sat back on the sofa, his long legs wrapped in black trousers overlapped, his slender white fingers gently rested on his knees, tapping very regularly, but his thoughts were drifting far away.

Kitahara Yuki flipped through the system light screen, and the character data changed a lot.

[Vest 1: Hase Hikaru [Character Picture.jpg]] [Shaping Value: 60%]

[Nationality: American]

[Age: 20]

[Intelligence: 95 (100 full)]

[Strength: 30 (100 full)]

[Agility: 50 (100 full)]

[Spirit: 100 (100 full)]

[Constitution: 30 (100 full)]

[Skills: 1. Hacking (100% proficiency) 2. Eyes that see through everything (100% proficiency) 3. Disguise (80% proficiency)]

[Tags: Fun person, Sunshine, Pleasure offender, Brother control]

The system didn't announce it, is it because of [Disguise (20% proficiency)]?

When did this guy start planning this?

His eyelids drooped slightly, and the expression of Hasegawa Hikaru in his memory turned into pictures one after another, flashing quickly in his mind.

[You have to ensure your own safety, the original body will not survive even if it is a dead vest. You stay on the red side, and I will go to the black side. Even if I am on the black side at that time, Amuro Toru will protect you, and I guess he will use you to restrain me.]

It's here!

Obviously, someone with [Hacker (100% proficiency) Eyes that see through everything (100% proficiency)] would not say such a dejected word.

This is a psychological hint that makes him slowly accept Hasegawa Hikaru's plan to join the black side, and suddenly snatch the director's job at the last minute.

The encounter with Akai Shuichi and Gin was not accidental, but inevitable.

"I figured it out." Hasegawa Hikaru's smiling voice was transmitted to the eardrum through the ear canal.

The face of the other party who deserved a beating was reflected in his dark eyes, and Kitahara Yuki stood up again. His leather shoes stopped not far from Hase Mitsuru, "You just take my beating!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came, and Hase Mitsuru subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he held back. The fist landed on his face rudely, and it didn't hurt or itch, but he still cried out in pain very tactfully.

"Xiao Xing, I was wrong, stop hitting me!"

Kitahara Yuki answered him with a cold snort.

The sudden change made the remaining four people in the warehouse a little stunned.

... This development is a bit unexpected!

... Are you twins like this? !

Vodka: "Brother, do you want to go up and block it?"

After all, he is a member of the organization, and you can't just watch him get beaten like this!

Gin looked at the two men's playful "fist-to-flesh" and sneered, "No need, just watch."

Kitahara Yuki's one-sided beating ended with Hase Hikari holding his brother's legs tightly. The black-haired and black-eyed young man ripped Hase Hikari's hands away with a dark face, but he couldn't bear to kick him directly.

Hase Hikari raised his hands in surrender, with a nonchalant smile on his face. He wanted to say a few words to liven up the atmosphere, but when he met Kitahara Yuki's red eyes, he turned into a kid who only knew the multiplication table.

"Xiao Xing..."

The black-haired and black-eyed young man had his back to him at this moment. Hase Hikari could see his trembling shoulders and tightly clenched fists. His back was still straight, but now it was like fragile glass.

A ray of sunlight passed through the crack of the old door and fell on Kitahara Yuki's pale skin. The ends of his black hair were shining. In the quiet air came the almost inaudible trembling voice of a young man.

"Not killing people is my last bottom line."

Hase Hikaru stretched out his hand very quickly. He wanted to grab the wrist of the person who was going away, but left a blank space.

- He was very angry.

- Did he make him cry?

Obviously not. Kitahara Yuki turned around and pinched his left hand fiercely with his right hand. He was referring to some classic anime scenes, screening the methods of handsome brothers teaching disobedient younger brothers.

A certain FBI who had a younger brother and a younger sister appeared in his mind. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

[Mr. Akai, how can I teach my brother so that he can learn the most profound lesson in his life - Kitahara Yuki]