In the dim warehouse, Chianti glared at Gin.
Today, the other party tore off her facial skin, rubbed it in the mud, and then stepped on it hard several times.
But she dared to get angry at Vermouth, but she didn't dare to do it to Gin.
Because she knew that if she dared to show any dissatisfaction, Gin would really shoot without hesitation.
"Go back and calm your head."
Putting away the gun, Gin walked past Chianti and said coldly, "Impotent rage is the attitude of a loser. Instead of losing your temper here, you should think about how to send the bullet into the enemy's head.
Also, don’t let me see you biting people like a mad dog again, or next time it won’t be a warning.”
Without waiting for Chianti to react, Gin walked away, leaving Chianti standing there alone with a grim expression.
After a long time, Chianti walked towards the room alone with a gloomy look in his eyes.
After an unhappy night, everyone gathered together again after a night of calm and rest.
Chianti's expression was still extremely ugly, and her eyes were full of malice as she stared at Vermouth who was sitting opposite her, like a spiteful female ghost sizing the next prey to be tortured.
But Vermouth sat aside with Gil, drinking coffee and chatting from time to time, not taking Chianti seriously at all, and simply ignored it as if it were air.
As for Vodka, he just sat there quietly, not daring to get involved in the war between the women over there.
Bourbon stroked his chin and pondered what happened last night. From time to time, he asked Ireland about what happened yesterday, and from time to time he seemed to be thinking about something, as if he understood something.
Vodka, who was pretending to be among them, had a confused look on his face. He didn't know what Bourbon understood, so he could only try hard to pretend that he understood something after hearing these words.
There's no way. After all, compared to the horrible hell over there, it's easier to pretend to know everything here.
Just when Vodka was feeling extremely tormented, the familiar sound of footsteps coming from outside the door cheered him up. After all, Gin was the backbone of his heart, and when the other party came, he could just be a good younger brother.
After a while, the door opened and Gin entered the room and sat directly in the center of the long table.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Gin, waiting for him to speak.
"I have already reported what happened last night to that adult."
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes became serious. It was obvious that everyone still took their extremely mysterious "boss"'s attitude towards yesterday's incident very seriously.
Gin remained calm and unmoved by everyone's reaction, saying, "When the lord learned about this, he was very angry.
Because we still don’t know where that organization that uses animals and colors as code names came from.
The other side is constantly sabotaging our plans and targeting and hunting down our members.
Their threat has surpassed that of the FBI, and everyone spent the next month investigating the organization's intelligence.
Once discovered, use all your strength to destroy that organization.
This is what the Lord meant.”
"That being said, the other party's whereabouts are difficult to determine, just like an urban legend. We currently have no clues to follow..." Bourbon frowned when he heard this.
"That's why we all need to investigate."
Gin said calmly after hearing this: "That lord takes this matter very seriously. Even if there are no clues, we must find them. This is an order.
If you have any ideas, please speak up directly."
Hearing Gin's unquestionable words, Bourbon nodded to show that he understood.
But before he could express his thoughts, Ireland interrupted him.
"Of course we have to carry out the orders of that lord, but are we just going to let go of what happened with Gin yesterday?
If you can't give an explanation, then I think it's better to go with Chianti.
At least we know each other and there was no trickery last night."
Ireland, who was at odds with Gin, started bringing up old matters again, digging up yesterday's troubles, adding fuel to the fire and waiting to see Gin make a fool of himself.
If Gin doesn't handle the situation well, there's no doubt that everyone will fall apart.
Apart from anything else, he and Chianti would definitely not obey his orders. By then, the two mystics, Vermouth and Bourbon, would probably have their own ideas.
In the end, Gin could only lead Vodka and Kir, a semi-supervisory member.
Even if Vermouth and the others were willing to get together and get himself out of this situation and not work under Gin, whom he hated, his goal would be achieved.
Chianti on the side did not say anything, but just watched with a sneer, obviously standing on the same front as the other party.
Although he didn't dare to show his temper to Gin openly, Chianti didn't mind if someone stepped forward and embarrassed Gin.
"Ireland, this is the order of that lord."
When Vodka heard Ireland's challenge, he immediately spoke up and brought out "that adult" in an attempt to make the other party obey his orders.
"Oh, I will naturally obey the orders of that lord, but did that lord say he would obey the orders of you, Gin?"
Ireland heard what Vodka said and said disdainfully: "If you don't give me an explanation for what happened yesterday, I won't trust any of you.
So I decided to conduct the investigation alone. Is this not against the orders of that lord?
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