Chapter 38
The second generation of the boss is a girl.
The overhead light illuminated the room, and the two people stood there quietly. The silent environment carried an inexplicable tension.
If anyone in the know were to come here, they would be horrified to see Vermouth and Rum both in a room and standing alone for quite some time.
These two are no ordinary people.
Vermouth is skilled in disguise and voice manipulation. She is mainly responsible for collecting important intelligence, directly contacting the boss, and has a mysterious relationship with the boss. She is considered a "mystic" within the organization.
However, the "boss" here refers to the first generation.
Rum is the second-in-command after the boss, the organization's second-in-command. His codename was inherited from his father. He is responsible for various matters in the intelligence and action groups, and reports directly to the boss. He is also a mysterious figure within the organization.
In recent days, the changes in the organization have been obvious. The boss has been issuing orders more frequently, and each order has a precise purpose.
Suddenly, a group of high-ranking individuals appeared, codenamed after swords and knives. Many of them were teenagers, yet they were all highly skilled and possessed unique expertise. More importantly, they were directly under the boss's command.
They were given direct orders from the boss, disrupted the interests of some individuals, and took over many key aspects of the organization.
After a long silence in the room, Rum's eyes grew darker as he waited, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night.
In the dead of night, a boy named Kashuu Kiyomitsu appeared before him, silently stepping on the ground. Bathed in the cold moonlight, he looked like a god, but his blood-red eyes revealed indifference, and his gaze was as if he were appraising some object.
The words that came out in a cold voice brooked no argument: "The boss summons—"
Kashuu Kiyomitsu slightly extended the sword at his waist, as if he were about to kill him directly upon receiving a negative answer.
Rum narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, but replied calmly, "Understood."
He didn't ask who the boy was, nor why the boss hadn't informed him via email; such questions would have been too foolish.
As the head of the organization's intelligence group, Rum had some guesses about the organization's current situation—the boss had probably been replaced.
Whether it's the change in the organization or the boy in front of us who seems just like the rumors, they are both good clues.
Holding the note that had drifted away with the boy as he disappeared, Rum's eyes were deep and thoughtful.
Although he is old, his mind is still sharp.
Vermouth, though far away in the United States, still received a summons.
His long orange hair was tied up with a rubber band adorned with blue and white pom-poms. Nightfall kissed his hair with unusual affection. Ran Toushirou stomped his foot, his delicate face showing an expression of having stepped on something disgusting.
The blood splattered from the fallen target stained his beautiful face. Ran Toushirou wiped it away, leaving a bloody stain.
He turned around, a lovely smile on his face, and elegantly lifted the hem of his skirt, saying, "You weren't frightened, were you, Miss Vermouth?"
If it weren't for the lifeless corpses lying around him, he might indeed have been a lovable and adorable child.
It's a deterrent.
Vermouth flicked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear with elegant grace, every movement exuding a natural charm. Her tone was composed, even tinged with amusement: "No, adorable boy~"
Ran Toushirou sheathed his sword, his tone unchanged: "That's wonderful."
He tilted his head, behind him was a huge moon radiating a blue halo, in the deserted alleyway, his smile sweet: "Well then, the boss summons us, meet tomorrow night, lovely Miss Vermouth, please don't be late."
The word "cute" was emphasized.
Ran Toushirou (angrily): Strange woman, don't call him that.
Oh dear, are you angry?
Vermouth chuckled.
However, after waiting for a long time in the room where the order was given, they still didn't see the boss, and the huge screen that should have been in their field of vision was nowhere to be seen.
In the past, they never saw the boss in person. The projection on the screen, starting from his chin and going down, was all that the being known as "that person" would show.
However, it is a part of the whole. Every time, everything that can reveal information, such as clothing, background, body shape, and voice, is constantly changing. No two times are the same.
It embodies mysticism.
It's likely that no one in the entire organization knows what that gentleman looks like.
Now, wooden tables and chairs have taken their place. Their black exterior gives them a cool feel, and the intricate grain details easily reveal the high quality of the material.
That suits the boss's tastes quite well.
Even though the images revealed each time are different, every item is extraordinary. After all, the boss of the Black Organization has no shortage of money.
The two stood in the room for a long time, drowsiness washing over them, but neither of them closed their eyes, because the boss who summoned them had no new orders, so even if they waited in vain, they could only wait.
There wasn't a single word exchanged between them.
Time passed, and Vermouth leaned against the wall, lost in thought, trying to shift her focus. This kind of waiting was perhaps a form of waiting for the second generation—
Her thoughts were interrupted, and her delicate blue eyes shifted slightly as she looked towards the doorway.
Someone is coming.
Rum noticed it too.
After they entered, the tightly closed door slowly opened, and two teenagers stood on either side of the doorway to make way for the people behind them.
The sound of the door turning echoed like thunder in the room that had been silent for who knows how long. Vermouth straightened up, and Rum squinted as they both looked toward the doorway.
This is truly unexpected.
The black-haired girl had her hair loose, her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to look at them with her smiling eyes: "Good morning, you two."
It's been a night already.
After that one sentence, there was a long silence.
Fuyuki glanced at the two people in the room, paused, and tilted her head, revealing a genuine look of confusion.
"Everyone, why..." The smile vanished from his thick, dark eyes, "...why aren't you kneeling down?"
"The person in front of you now is the boss~" Fuyuki tapped his cheek, his tone flat, "Please don't act like children and be impolite, that's not cute at all."
A child claiming to be the boss made them kneel down?
absurd.
"What are you kidding me..." Before Rum could finish speaking, he was forcibly pressed to the ground, his knees slamming violently against the carpet, producing a loud thud.
A sharp pain shot through his knees, shoulders, and neck. His pupils dilated, his expression contorted, and the shock he could not hide was evident in the one eye that was visible.
when! ?
Sayo Samonji, draped in a blue kasaya, looked at Fuyuki with similar blue eyes and asked in a cold tone, "Master, shall we kill him?"
The child-like figure had completely subdued an adult, uttering vicious language inappropriate for his age.
What a stark contrast!
Fuyuki raised her hand and waved: "I believe Mr. Rum understands etiquette—what do you say, Vermouth?"
Her gaze shifted to the blonde woman beside her.
Having witnessed everything, and after some thought, Vermouth covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "As for Rum, I cannot say for sure, but..."
Rum, who is officially the second-in-command, can only be evaluated by the boss.
She stepped forward, bent down, took Dongshu's hand that was hanging by his side, and gently kissed it.
Soft red lips touched her lips, and the beautiful woman's every move exuded charm.
Vermouth kissed her right hand.
Fuyuki raised his left hand and touched her drooping head, expressing his response to this loyalty, the authenticity of which was unknown.
Dongshu slowly entered the room, her fingers twitching slightly, and spiritual energy, invisible to anyone but her, gathered and descended.
The air in the room seemed to freeze as she entered, and a strong pressure fell on Rum, making it hard for him to breathe.
Step by step, she trod on the soft carpet in the room, her steps heavy and silent. The soft strands of hair by Dongshu's ears were tied into a thin braid with a small black pom-pom rubber band, swaying with her movements.
She didn't even glance at the two of them, and went straight to sit on the only chair in the room.
The two boys at the door closed the door after she entered, their silver and black hair intertwining and then separating.
The boy in the cassock who had just appeared had also disappeared.
Fuyuki sat down, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers interlaced and placed on his forehead.
Her fair chin was exposed.
Her black hair, black eyes, black dress, and the black table beside her made her look even whiter, like a delicate little doll.
However, it's a small doll with a black core.
However, Fuyuki's heart was not at peace; her eyes, which were obscured by the shadow cast by the hand, trembled violently.
No, no, no, she needs to prop her chin up with her hand!
Who put that table up there? It's too high!
It's not just outward composure.
[Author's Note]
In the Mafia, a kiss on the left is a plea for forgiveness, while a kiss on the right is a gesture of courtesy and loyalty.
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