Mihua, an organization operating a secret base.
"Big brother, I'm back."
Vodka held a bill in one hand and pushed open the door of what looked like an ordinary bar with the other.
As soon as he stepped inside, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.
The bar was eerily quiet. A racing movie was playing on the large screen above the bar, though the location looked somewhat familiar. His older brother, Gin, sat in a corner, drinking with a gloomy expression, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Beside the counter, Vermouth and Pu Siqinglan, who had just joined the organization, looked up at the screen with great interest.
Vermouth's alluring face appeared even more captivating under the lights, her eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness and curiosity, while Pu Siqinglan stood quietly to the side.
Upon hearing Vodka's voice, they merely glanced back indifferently before ignoring him completely.
Vodka felt a chill run down his spine at their indifferent attitude. He couldn't afford to offend either of them. One was the woman of some big shot, and the other, although she had only recently joined the organization, was also rumored to have been mentored by that big shot.
Not to mention he's someone you can't mess with, even Gin, the big brother, can't mess with him.
"Vodka, come here."
Gin, standing in the corner, gave a cold shout.
Volt quickened his pace and cautiously asked, "Brother, what happened?"
Gin didn't answer, but slammed his glass down on the table and asked instead, "Have you completed your mission?"
"Big brother, it's all done."
Vodka quickly replied, "Everything is going according to plan. The money has been transferred to our account, it's just..."
"Um?"
Gin, who was just about to praise Vodka for finally being able to carry out the mission on his own after hearing that the operation was complete, suddenly turned cold, his eyes freezing Vodka in place. "What is it?"
"I got a ticket from the traffic cop on the way back." Vodka scratched his head and quickly handed over the ticket.
Gin snatched the ticket, glanced at it, and roared, "You idiot! You can't even get a ticket while driving yourself, what are you good for?!"
Vodka lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to utter a sound.
He felt wronged; he didn't want to, but he cut in line because he was annoyed by the traffic. Who knew that the two female traffic police officers would actually give him a ticket? He was so intimidated by the female officer in the lead that he didn't dare to resist.
"Gin, don't get so worked up. It's just a ticket." Vermouth chuckled and teased, "With your big business, you can just do a couple more operations and the money's up, right?"
Bayonetta's laughter was full of sarcasm, which made Gin's face darken.
It's just a ticket, nothing serious. The problem is that it's his brand new Porsche 356a, which he hasn't even driven more than a few times, and his underling has already given him a ticket.
This made him feel as if his precious possession had been defiled.
"Lord Vermouth is right, Gin, are you past your prime? I heard you haven't been on many missions lately?"
Next to Sister Bei, Pu Siqinglan, dressed in a red cheongsam, joined in the mockery, her eyes full of contempt.
She now follows Sister Bei's lead without question, so naturally she agrees with whatever Sister Bei says.
"You two, don't go too far!" Gin's face grew even darker from the mockery.
Vermouth shrugged and giggled, "Well, so what are you going to do about it?"
"Want to have a go?" Pu Siqinglan quickly pulled out a pistol from her waist and slammed it down on the bar with a loud "bang".
Seeing that things were not going well, Vodka, who was hiding to the side trembling, quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Big brother, big brother, don't be angry, it's all my fault, my fault!"
Vodka gripped Gin's arm tightly, trying to stop his impulse.
"snort!"
Gin snorted and sat down.
He was just trying to save face; he wouldn't dare to actually fight. That big shot was probably speeding around up there right now. If things got out of hand, he'd be doomed.
"Tch~"
Seeing that a fight wasn't going to break out, Vermouth scoffed in boredom, her face full of disappointment. She finished her drink on the bar in one gulp, picked up a bunch of keys, and walked out, swaying gracefully.
"Little Qinglan, let's go. Our young master is having so much fun, how can we not join in the fun?"
"Yes, Lord Vermouth."
Pu Siqinglan put away her gun, glanced at the silent Gin, and followed him.
Gin watched their departing figures, his expression still grim. Vodka cautiously said from the side, "Big brother, this..."
Gin interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense and go get me another drink."
Vodka quickly complied.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar was still oppressive. Gin looked up at the black motorcycle that had rushed into the vicinity of the Beika Municipal Center on the screen above and twitched the corner of his mouth.
He didn't know what this big shot was thinking. He clearly had such terrifying abilities, enough to overturn the world, but instead of thinking about conquering the world, he just wanted to play around with all sorts of young girls every day.
In Gin's view, someone with such great power should have grander goals and ambitions, rather than indulging in these seemingly boring games.
The problem is, fine, they're going to swim, but instead of taking Vermouth with them, they're putting people into the organization, and they're even incredibly dedicated to their work.
Since Pu Siqinglan joined the organization, she has volunteered for every mission, and her work ethic is something even Gin finds somewhat inferior.
Moreover, she also had a mysterious item given to her by Yuzuru Nan, which made her solve tasks incredibly fast, accurate, and efficient.
Now Gin has no options left to take action. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Urako Seiran is the older brother, and Gin has become the younger brother.
...
Meanwhile, as Hanyu and his two companions drove their motorcycles into the vicinity of the Beika City Hall, the helicopters that had been relentlessly pursuing them from above faced a landscape of towering skyscrapers.
Although he wanted to continue the live stream and gain more attention, he had no choice but to reluctantly keep his distance and try to track the person through the narrow gaps between buildings, considering his safety.
Tonight's program was a real treat for the residents of Beika.
Although the deafening roar of the helicopter and the constantly shaking view made the viewing experience somewhat disappointing, the overall entertainment value was truly top-notch.
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