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In the end, Gin chose to call.

Tsukimi Sankan also called without hesitation.

The second round of betting ended, and Bermode turned over another public card - a 3.

As soon as this card came out, Kitahara Yuki let out a short laugh from his throat.

The ambiguous laugh instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the obscure or obvious scrutiny fell on Kitahara Yuki like a tide, and then fell on his hands with the movements of the black-haired young man.

He waved his hand to call the waiter beside him, "Hello, I need a cup of latte at room temperature."

Kitahara Yuki looked relaxed, but everyone had different thoughts.

Why laugh? Because of the card 3?

Gin lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that Kitahara Yuki had only seen once.

If both cards are 3, the opponent's cards will be bigger than his. If only one card is 3, he still has a chance to win.

Rum also lowered his head and thought deeply.

Would a psychologist reveal his emotions so easily?

This is impossible!

However, if the opponent just wanted to guide them to believe that they have good cards in their hands, why did he laugh at the card 3?

Obviously K and J are more cost-effective.

Virtual and real, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Kitahara Yuki took in everyone's reactions, and then his attention was drawn away by two real gazes that pierced into his back.

In this direction -

are Amuro Toru and Sugawa Rin.

Kitahara Yuki didn't look back, and explained dryly, "It's just this one cup, my brain is crying out for caffeine all the time."

Tsukimi Sankan smiled, "You don't dare to have two cups."

Kitahara Yuki: "Don't joke like that, give me some life-and-death tension."

In the meantime, the waiter brought the latte up.

The porcelain coffee cup was placed on a milky white tray, with a small plate of sugar cubes and a small bottle next to it.

He ignored the sugar cubes, took a big sip of the coffee, and then exhaled a small breath to restore his energy.

Kitahara Yuki casually fiddled with his hair that was messed up by the sea breeze, and sat upright. For a moment, he looked like an elite lecturer who was dressed in a suit and was about to go on stage to teach. The person who

had been paying attention to Kitahara Yuki's gin with his peripheral vision immediately looked over.

The dark eyes and Gin's sinister pupils met for a moment.

Kitahara Yuki said slowly: "GIN, since you have seen it, let's start with you."

Gin raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"After I laughed, your micro-expression betrayed you. The right eyebrow was slightly raised for a quarter of a second, which is a very common expression of doubt about something. Obviously you have guessed my cards, but because you have been cheated by me many times, you are not sure whether the emotions I show are true or false."

Kitahara Yuki hated to explain, but at the moment, a detailed explanation would bring a sense of pressure to the enemies on the rear deck from the heart.

He glanced at the collar of Ide Keigo's shirt, which was already soaked with sweat, and showed a winning smile.

He doesn't know how to play cards.

But he knows how to adjust his mentality.

Kitahara Yuki continued, "After the right eyebrow was raised, it was followed by a slightly relaxed state, which means that your cards are bigger than 3. Combined with the fleeting expression of satisfaction after the third community card was turned over, I guess that after combining your hand and the community cards, you have a pair of 8."

Gin lowered his eyelids, and his dark green eyes were covered by thin eyelids, blocking Kitahara Yuki's peeping.

All hits.

He seemed to be a toy without any secrets in front of Kitahara Yuki, all clothes were taken off, and everything was in sight.

This feeling was terrible.

Kitahara Yuki turned to Rum, "Master, it's your turn next."

Rum tightened his facial muscles, trying not to reveal any emotion.

But it was in vain.

Kitahara Yuki smiled contemptuously, "You are a man of deep thoughts. You can hide your emotions in front of most people, but you can't in front of me."

He stopped talking and swept his tongue across his raised lips. His light pink lips were moist and looked particularly soft.

However, everyone knew that the words that came out of this mouth were the sharpest weapons.

"You were indifferent to the public card K, but after the J appeared, you became slightly interested, and when the 8 appeared, you showed a hint of pride. But after the 3 appeared, your upper eyelids tightened instantly. You didn't like this card."

Rum's shoulders were stiff, and the gray hair on his head was a little messy due to the wind.

"There's no need to hide. No one can successfully hide their thoughts in front of me." Kitahara Yuki left the gambling table, turned his back to them, and faced the sea. The magnificent and majestic sea slowly unfolded in front of him.

He said, "Your hand is 10 and 9, which can be combined with the public cards to form J, 10, 9, 8, a good hand. You are short of a Q or 7."

Rum's shoulders collapsed.

Kitahara Yuki is not a human, but a monster that peeks into people's hearts.

He seemed to be entangled by a demon, his lips were tightly pursed, and shivers slowly crawled from his tailbone to his neck, as if he was bitten by thousands of insects.

The third round of betting began.

Kitahara Yuki did not return to his seat, but turned around, half-sitting on the railing, and said in a calm tone, "Ms. Bermode, please bet 20 chips for me."

When it was Ide Keigo's turn to bet, he decisively gave up.

This gamble was no longer something he could participate in.

Rum and Gin followed in silence.

The atmosphere slowly condensed, and it was the calm before the storm.

After the third round of betting, Bermode was about to turn over the fifth public card.

Rum's eyes widened, and the veins on his neck bulged. This public card was crucial and determined his win or loss.

A second later, his voice suddenly rose, "It's 3!"

Kitahara Yuki laughed.

"Wow, it seems that God is on the side of justice. My luck is particularly good tonight."

His hand was 5 and 2. God had successfully given him the smallest card.

But it didn't matter. He could temporarily trust the Jade Emperor and

Rum to stay still. Before the fourth round of betting began, he already knew he had lost. He

lost not only this bet, but also mentally to Kitahara Yuki.

He was completely led by the nose, without any chance to resist.

Kitahara Yuki turned to Gin and said, "Do you think I have three 3s or four 3s? Mr. Gin, who only has a pair of 8s at the moment."

His tone was tight, his demeanor was calm and extremely arrogant.

Gin refused to answer.

The fourth round of betting began.

Rum and Gin discarded their cards one after another, leaving only Kitahara Yuki and Tsukimi Yamakura at the table.

Tsukimi Sankan looked at Kitahara Yuki leisurely, holding his chin with one hand, and asked curiously: "How are you going to make me give up?"

Kitahara Yuki still did not come to the table, nor did he rush to answer this question.

Instead, he brought up something completely unrelated and started it.

"Your original purpose of organizing this gambling game was arms trade?"

The sudden words caught Ide Keigo and Fukuhara Yota off guard.

How did Kitahara Yuki know?

Was the news leaked or was it seen through the eyes?

Kitahara Yuki saw through their minds?

"What are you thinking? Of course it's based on reasoning. Do you think I have the ability to read minds? I know your plan just standing here?"

Mafia, politicians, organizations.

What good can come out of these three forces getting together?

It's either for money or for equipment.

Obviously, the reason for staying away from Japan and cutting off the signal was for equipment and wooden weapons. If it was for money, there would be no need to make such a big fuss.

Ide Keigo: Is there any difference whether there is mind reading or not?

Fukuhara Yota: No difference.

"But judging from your reactions, my reasoning is correct." Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru, "Transnational criminal groups, Japanese mafia and politicians are secretly engaged in arms trade. Can we stay in this country?"

"Zero, why don't you just come with me."

Amuro Toru avoided the question with a gentle tone, "Kou, zip up, it's easy to catch a cold in the strong wind."

"Wow~" Bermode whistled, his tone was tight, "Is this still the cold mystic Bourbon?"

Gin glanced at him with a bad tone, "He is a Japanese public security."

Kitahara Yuki sneered, ignoring the mutual probing between Gin and Bermode.

Avoiding the question means that Zero rejected his proposal.

Tsukimi Sankan clenched his five fingers slightly and knocked the table with his knuckles, "Sweetie, you should pay attention to me."

Kitahara Yuki: "Don't use this disgusting name. If you really want to use it, you can use it on Shimizu Issuke, the cowardly prisoner Mr. A."

Shimizu Issuke coughed lightly, and his cold white skin was reflected in the hazy moonlight. The dim lights on both sides of the cruise ship made him look gentle and harmless.

However, his back was straight and his expression was serious, like a straight moral standard, "This is not okay. The relationship between me and Tsukimi cannot be addressed in this way... Tsukimi will be unhappy."

Tsukimi Sankan raised his eyebrows, and Kitahara Yuki also raised his eyebrows. The two of them looked at each other in the air for a moment.

Kitahara Yuki: Oh, you haven't made it clear that you like Shimizu Issuke, you coward.

Tsukimi Sankan: The original body knew that he had not made his love for Issu clear, and cursed him in his heart. Now

that the handle was handed to him, there was no reason to turn it away.

Kitahara Yuki rejected the plan that had previously belonged to the next volume, and sat down on the stool happily, and the soft cushion sank.

"Issu." He stared at Tsukimi Sankan's increasingly gloomy eyes, and looked at the handsome and unyielding young man, "I have a secret related to Tsukimi Sankan to share with you. This secret can help you lead this gang back to the right path. Do you want to hear it?"

Shimizu Issu subconsciously stepped forward.

Tsukimi Sankan raised his hand and grabbed it, sneering, "I fold, you shut up."

Kitahara Yuki smiled brightly, "Deal."

The third round of betting ended, and when the fourth round came, with only one player left at the table, Kitahara Yuki won.

They all knew that this was not just a card game, but also a game between the original and the vest.

The original won, and they had to sit still and get scolded.

Kitahara Yuki walked briskly towards the two threatened people, "Rin, zero, I won."

The last tone of his voice rose, and he was happier than a little kid who had successfully played a prank.

Pushing away Kikura who was pressing on the back of the two people's heads, he said to Tsukimiyama Cang: "Cowardly criminal Mr. A, you have two choices. The first is to disband this transnational criminal organization. The second is to let Issuke handcuff you and then disband this transnational criminal organization."

After saying this, Kitahara Yuki didn't look at the changing expressions of Tsukimiyama Cang and Shimizu Issuke, but avoided Amuro Toru, grabbed Sugawa Rin's sleeve, and asked in a low voice.

"In the first act, did I not realize that Tsukimiyama Cang liked Issuke?"

Such a great way of handling it, he didn't even realize it in the first act, it's ridiculous enough.

Thanks to the love brain.

Sugawa Rin nodded, "You didn't even realize that Amuro Toru liked you until you died." Kitahara Yuki

:...

Oh, it's not unfair to restart in the first act.

Thanks for the seven-day retreat for research on love.

Sugawa Rin continued, "But it's not all these reasons. In the first round, Tsukimi Yamakura appeared early, and he almost used all the skills we know. This time, Xiaoguang deliberately delayed the appearance of Tsukimi Yamakura." He

even only left one medical skill for the opponent to prevent any accidents.

Kitahara Yuki glanced sideways, "Oh, are you speaking for Hase Hikaru? I understand his idea of ​​setting up this game to solve the problem of Tsukimi Yamakura. But he did deliberately interfere with the trust between me and Zero. Although this guy gave up the subsequent plan after seeing my trust in him."

Xiao Xing got angry when he was called by his full name.

Rin Sugawa went up to him and hugged him, soothing him: "Don't be angry, we are family, I will teach him a lesson with you."

The breath that was stuck in his chest suddenly released, Kitahara Xing blinked slowly, his eyes slightly red, and he deepened the hug.

"You are so foul."

Because of this action, he inevitably touched the cold black stone on Rin Sugawa's wrist.

The slight vibration stimulated his nerves, and scenes unfolded before his eyes.

In the ruins, the black-haired and red-eyed boy stared at him coldly.

Kitahara Xing sat in the sand pile, nonchalantly playing with the black stone pulled out of the dust, and when Rin Sugawa tried to get closer, he threw the stone at her without hesitation.

The smile was loud and wicked.

With his head tilted, his dark eyes could not let in any light, but with the reflection of his beautiful eyebrows, he looked innocent and pitiful.

Unspeakably soft.

"Why are you so nice to me? Are you lying to me?"

"Are you close to me because I'm smart?"

"What do you want from me? Are you also a bad guy who wants to take advantage of this smart brain?"

The words were fierce enough, but they came out slowly from the soft lips, soft and sweet.

Rin Sugawa was unmoved, her expression did not change, she squatted down, grabbed Kitahara Yuki's hand and held it on the wooden warehouse.

The metal and wooden door with smoke was facing the steadily beating heart of Sugawa Rin, "Load it like this."

Click -

the crisp sound made Kitahara Yuki shudder.

He continued, putting Kitahara Yuki's white finger on the trigger, "Aim at the enemy, press the trigger, no one can hurt you anymore. Tsukimi Sancang can't do it, and neither can I."

Kitahara Yuki did not answer, his black head drooped, and the silence added a little quietness and heaviness to the open space.

Until Sugawa Rin spoke again.

"Xiao Xing, we are your family."

Kitahara Yuki came back to his senses and looked at the black stone that Sugawa Rin had tied to his left wrist.

"You are too foul."

He has been wearing this thing on his hand, and his anger will disappear at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows and said in a nervous tone, "You didn't wear it on purpose? Last time I said I would change it for you, but you refused to let me touch it."

"No." Rin Sugawa straightened her expression, "Because that day was the first time Xiao Xing hugged me, so I kept wearing it."

The other party was sincere and passionate, making it difficult for him to look directly at him.

Kitahara Yuki avoided Rin Sugawa's gaze and turned to look at Toru Amuro who happened to be looking over.

The rear deck had returned to silence. Toru Amuro said, "The follow-up has been handled. The organization will no longer exist after tonight. Gin escaped. Don't go out alone for some time in the future to prevent his revenge. Colleagues from the public security will follow up on the follow-up. Can you talk to me about it?"

Kitahara Yuki nodded.

However, he regretted it a minute later.

Toru Amuro pulled him into A07 without any explanation.

The lips with body temperature immediately covered, the endless soapberry fragrance rushed to the tip of the nose, and the mellow aroma of coffee beans between the lips and teeth exploded in the mind.

The temperature around gradually rose.

The chaotic heartbeat suddenly amplified.

The pair of rough wooden hands on the waist slowly tightened. The burning breath passed through the palms and pressed against the white skin, like a spark that set the prairie on fire.

Kitahara Yuki's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't... don't do this." Kitahara Yuki pushed Amuro Toru away, panting slightly to calm his overly sticky breathing.

He was startled by the low and soft voice and stood still, and then his ears turned red.

He changed the subject, "Zero, have you seen my cards?"

Amuro Toru: "Yes, I have the smallest card in the field. Can you imagine my expression when I reveal my cards?"

Yes, I can.

But Kitahara Yuki didn't dare to look at Amuro Toru's expression. He ignored his aggressive gaze, stuffed his trembling fingertips into his pockets, and sat down on the sofa with a cold face.

He said dryly, "Zero, I want to rest."

Translated, it means: You can leave.

Amuro Toru's brain, out of a protective mechanism, automatically ignored the meaning of Kitahara Yuki's words, and controlled his eyes to stare at the other's glittering lips and the red ears that were bleeding.

And the breathing that was difficult to calm down.

The alienated and cold face, illuminated by the warm yellow light, was like a soft feather, gently brushing against the heart.

Amuro's Adam's apple moved for a moment, then immediately returned to its original position. He chuckled softly.

"You can't rest now."

He hadn't yet taught a lesson to the guy in front of him who pursued excitement without caring about danger.

The light brown tie was untied and hit the linen sofa, making a whooshing sound.

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