Chapter 64 Seeking Fun

Four days later, 5pm, Trojan Apartment.

"You're not dressed right." Kitahara Yuki held his chin with one hand and walked around Rin Sugawa.

The other person was tall, standing straight, wearing a light brown turtleneck sweater, the soft fabric was loosely piled at the elbows, revealing the smooth muscle lines of the forearms.

The same color pants wrapped a pair of slender and straight legs, and a pair of black combat boots were on the feet.

"You're so good, we go to THREE CLUB to consume, not to be consumed."

Kitahara Yuki frowned, stretched out his hand to pinch the hem of Rin Sugawa's sweater, stuffed it all into the pants, and casually pulled out a corner to hang on the side of the waist.

Half-covered, half-exposed, with a sense of unruliness.

Rin Sugawa blinked slowly and stayed where she was.

He couldn't refuse, or Xiao Xing would be unhappy.

But...

His scarlet eyes glanced down, and a large piece of porcelain white skin hit his eyelids. He lifted up Kitahara Yuki's drooping collar in disapproval, considering his tone and organizing his words.

"You need to change your clothes, this one is not suitable."

The off-white V-neck sweater was loosely hooked around the round and white shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​skin with very little pigmentation. The cold white light shone on it, and the whole person glowed white.

He was the one who seemed to be consumed.

Kitahara Yuki didn't listen, and he had reasons.

"This dress is very suitable for going to THREE CLUB."

Rin Sugawa's lips were pulled into a straight line. He couldn't convince the other party with his poor mouth, so he could only compromise.

"Don't leave my sight, not even for a second."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Let's go, I calculated the time, Amuro is not in the Trojan Apartment now, it's very safe to sneak out now."

Kitahara Yuki pushed Sugawa Rin while spreading his five fingers through her black hair, casually fiddling with her well-behaved hair. Her soft short hair instantly fell irregularly on both sides of her cheeks.

He looked more like a young master who went out for fun.

The young master was simple and innocent, with clear eyes half-lidded, like a seductive spirit.

Sugawa Rin exerted force with her fingers and pulled Kitahara Yuki. The two of them briefly met each other's eyes in the air, with a cold face and a cautious tone, "This is the only time, you can't wear it like this next time." It's

too unsafe.

It can easily attract everyone's attention.

Kitahara Yuki nodded nonchalantly and walked out of the Trojan Apartment first.

The two of them nimbly avoided the three police officers who were guarding them and got into the black and red Bugatti.

Kitahara Yuki patted the leather seat, "Luxury car?"

"Well, I'm rich now." Sugawa Rin started the car and stepped on the accelerator. The roar of the engine exploded in the closed garage.

"Indeed, the world's top killer in Italy will no longer be a pauper who can't even afford a bottle of water." Kitahara Yuki said in a teasing tone.

Sugawa Rin's expression was blank for a moment, and she remembered the bottle of water she borrowed money to buy in the park.

She turned her head to look at Kitahara Yuki.

He was holding the armrest above the co-pilot's seat, his feet against the pedals, and his dark eyes were amazingly bright. Bend your fingers and tap the center console lightly.

"Hurry up, let me feel the charm of Bugatti."

"Okay."

The car suddenly jumped out, the front of the car flew high, flew over the railing, and then landed on the ground.

In an instant, it left behind the following car, and the red taillights stretched very quickly, forming a twisted line.

"Wow, so cool." Kitahara Yuki gripped the seat belt tightly, and the short-term change of body position lifted up the soft black hair, and then it fell down on the forehead unexpectedly.

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Twenty minutes later.

A street in Kabuki, Shinjuku.

The cool-colored Bugatti instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Until the car door opened, a young man with dark pupils walked out, and they immediately shifted their sights to lock on the young man.

The young man has a pair of indifferent eyes, and his long eyelashes droop slightly, looking clean and cold, which can easily arouse the nerves, and suddenly raise the idea of ​​breaking and controlling.

The large area of ​​porcelain white skin at the clavicle adds a touch of color to the lazy temperament of the young man.

Kitahara Yuki avoided the passers-by with burning eyes, and entered the THREE CLUB smoothly under the protection of Sugawa Rin.

The waiter noticed the two of them at the first time, his eyes turned around Kitahara Yuki's face, and he stepped forward actively, "Good evening, gentlemen."

Kitahara Yuki ignored him and strode to the booth in the corner.

Today, he will play the role of a young master who is ignorant of the world and seeks excitement, but has a bad temper.

Even bad words are not too much.

Sitting down slowly, crossing his legs naturally, his bony hands resting lightly on his knees, he lifted his eyelids and said lazily, "Give me the list."

The waiter's heart skipped a beat, he held his breath, and pinched the corner of his work clothes.

So hot!

He can turn into a dog.

"Hurry up!" Kitahara Yuki urged impatiently.

The waiter hurriedly handed over the list of THREE CLUB.

His voice was nice too.

His impatient look made him want to get closer.

Rin Sugawa suddenly stood up, blocked his line of sight, took the list, narrowed his scarlet eyes, and sneered from his throat, "Get lost."

He was so powerful.

The last time I met someone like this was the gentleman with long silver hair.

The waiter shuddered, his teeth chattering, and faced the cold gaze, and left with his hands and feet.

The booth was suddenly quiet.

Sugawa Rin sat back next to Kitahara Yuki, opened the directory, and began to turn the pages. A

tiny rustling sound entered the ear and hit the eardrum.

Kitahara Yuki leaned back, leaned against the soft back of the booth, and looked around.

This position almost took in all the booths.

It is 18:01 now, and the nightlife has not started yet. THREE CLUB is a bit quiet. Only in the booth near the door, there is a group of young people toasting each other.

Retracting his gaze, Kitahara Yuki looked at Sugawa Rin, "Order five."

After a pause, he added, "It has to be good-looking."

Otherwise, you will really be exploited.

After waiting for three seconds, Sugawa Rin did not answer. Kitahara

Yuki raised his eyebrows. This reaction was wrong. He looked at the red-eyed young man again, his pupils dilated, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes stayed on one page for a long time.

A very surprised expression.

What did he see?

He leaned his head sideways, rubbing his cheek against the light brown wool sweater, and his eyes fell on the roster.

The blond-haired and dark-skinned Amuro Toru came into view instantly.

Kitahara Yuki: !!!

His eyebrows raised very quickly, and the surprise lasted only one second, but because of the repeated stimulation of the photo, it lasted for ten seconds.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes wandered.

"Real surprise often only lasts one second. This guy made me waver in my professionalism."

Amuro's part-time job range is too wide.

Public security, undercover, coffee shop clerk, detective and... cowboy.

No wonder Amuro Toru had no intention of coming to THREE CLUB during these four days.

Swallowing his saliva very quickly, Kitahara Yuki took out his mobile phone, immediately took a picture of the list, and waved to the waiter in the distance.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

"Oh, I want this..." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the name on the list, "Mr. Tachima with blond hair and dark skin."

He took the list from Rin Sugawa's hand, quickly flipped the pages, and randomly selected four good-looking men.

He closed the list with a snap and put it on the table. "These are the ones for now." The

waiter took note and asked according to the procedure, "Do you need any drinks?"

Kitahara Yuki's understanding of alcohol only existed at the level of the organization's code name. He licked his dry lips, and his round lips sparkled for a moment, making people's eyes go straight.

"I want bourbon."

The tail tone curled in the air and then slowly fell.

The waiter retreated, and the booth returned to silence again.

Soon, the five staff members who sneaked in broke the secret. Kitahara Yuki's sight fell on Amuro Toru who was lying at the back.

The blond police officer stood tall, wearing a light blue sweater. One side of the hood's drawstring hung loosely on his chest, and the other side was hidden under the clothes, clinging to his honey-colored skin.

Preppy style?

Japanese gigolos are different from those in China. They are more inclined to bring emotional value to their clients.

So, Amuro Toru dressed like this and deceived ignorant girls?

Is it enough to sentence him?

No, this thing is legal in Japan.

Kitahara Yuki retracted his sight and looked at the four staff members who were about to sit down.

He raised his foot and kicked the nearest leg bend lightly.

"Did I let you sit down?"

The voice was arrogant, the tone was uplifted, and it carried a sense of nonchalant alienation.

The man who was kicked looked at the black-haired young man's radiant lips, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"Sorry, can you kick me again?"

Kitahara Yuki:...

Are you sick?

Amuro Toru stepped forward and stood between the two of them. The bourbon whiskey was placed on the table with a sound of "drip", which drew Kitahara Yuki's attention.

"Sir, the wine you ordered."

As these words fell, the eyes of the four staff members fell on Amuro Toru's face.

Damn, how much business did this guy Tachima take away from them in just four days.

It would be fine at other times, because the customers took the initiative to find him, and they lost in appearance, so there was nothing they could do.

Today, Tachima was so proactive, it was obvious that he was trying to steal business.

Moreover, today's client is of the highest quality, and he cannot be allowed to succeed.

The four of them looked at each other, stepped forward together, and surrounded Kitahara Yuki from all sides.

The amber liquid crossed the ice cubes and hit the whiskey glass, and then rushed in front of Kitahara Yuki.

"Sir, do you like bourbon too? I like the smoky and caramel flavors in it, you--"

Kitahara Yuki couldn't hear the rest of the words at all, his ears seemed to be filled with lead, the four words "like bourbon" kept going back and forth in his mind, and there was a tendency to settle there for a long time.

No, if his expression was blank for too long, Toru Amuro would see the clue.

Kitahara Yuki forced himself to regain his attention.

Now he is a fierce young master, and no matter how vicious he is, he will never be too vicious.

"Shut up." Kitahara Yuki raised his voice, snatched the wine glass, pressed the rim of the glass against the other person's lower lip, and forced his mouth open.

He tilted the glass greatly, and a large mouthful of wine flowed down the other person's throat, which he didn't have time to swallow, and entered his trachea, causing a series of continuous and violent coughing.

The wine mixed with saliva climbed up his bony fingers and felt sticky.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly withdrew his hand, exerted force with his wrist, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a sudden shattering sound, "Get out."

The booth suddenly became quiet, and the man still wanted to save the situation, but he walked away step by step under the cold gaze of Sugawa Rin.

Kitahara Yuki leaned back impatiently, pointing at the three remaining men who were there to make up the numbers, "You go and accompany Rin, come here."

He hooked his finger at Amuro Toru, like an arrogant young master barking at a dog.

Amuro Toru suppressed the smile in his throat, slightly retracted his shoulders, slightly relaxed his straight back, found the right angle, and slowly approached.

The dim light sprinkled on the honey-colored skin, with a layer of hazy halo, the innocent purple-gray drooping eyes, staring at the black-haired young man without blinking.

"Looking for me?"

The ending tone seemed to carry a dozen small hooks, plucked at the heartstrings regardless.

A shudder that could not be ignored climbed up his back, and Kitahara Yuki subconsciously clenched a corner of his sweater.

Too close.

He blinked slowly, took two deep breaths, prepared himself mentally, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Amuro Toru's neck, patting the soft flesh on the back of his neck gently.

"You look good, I allow you to get close."

After saying that, Kitahara Yuki leaned into Amuro Toru's ear, lowered his voice and spoke faster, "Why are you here? Is it a mission for the organization?"

Amuro Toru leaned his head against the black-haired young man's neck, the aroma of coffee beans invaded his nose, and he instinctively slowed down his speech.

"Yeah, Gin is here too."

The honey-colored hand pinched the back of Kitahara Yuki's neck hard, and Amuro Toru stopped the other party's subconscious little movements, "Don't move, don't look for him, he is staring at us."

Then, he pulled the distance between the two and said in a normal voice: "Sir, do you want to drink? My family is poor, can you take care of my business?"

Kitahara Yuki: That's hard to answer.

Everything on his body was paid with Amuro Toru's card?

Tonight's consumption is still paid by Amuro Toru.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes roamed, he took out the bank card, raised his hand and said, "I will pay for the drinks tonight, it will be counted as your achievement."

Amuro Toru: ...

The bank card handed over by Kou looked very familiar.