Chapter 25 Chapter 25 "I'm not interested in sleeping with idiots."...
64.
In the new year, I actually gave myself seven days off, which I call the Seven Days of New Year Fun.
—Others called it another excuse for me to take a break.
But it doesn't matter. I don't care what they think. After all, I'm resting for myself, and I'm enjoying myself. Let others say what they want. Let me be blunt. In another month, it's hard to say whether those who criticized me will still be alive.
Oh no, our organization is such a dangerous place, we don’t even know which side is the last one, what others say behind our backs, who cares, add an s.
Besides, I'm on vacation, isn't it? Why would Gin drag a good person to work while he's on vacation? Oh, I'm the bad guy, so that's fine.
Anyway, today is only the second day. Logically speaking, someone like me who doesn't like working and was just brought back by Gin would never go to the bar.
But I still went today, not for anything else, just because...
It feels good when you order it, but it’s a nightmare when you take it home!
Even though I gave away all the food I didn't like to the vodka, the leftovers were still spectacular, filling up the refrigerator at home. Remember, this is a gin refrigerator.
This kind of thing has a very short shelf life, and Gin has no interest in desserts, so I really can't finish it all by myself.
In addition, because everything that happened today was too fantastic, and because I drank several cups of coffee, I said I wanted to take a nap, but I didn’t succeed.
I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, and finally decided to go out.
I didn't dare disturb my brother who had closed the door. I took the desserts out of the refrigerator, packed them in bags, shook some vodka downstairs and asked him to accompany me to the Polestar Bar to bring warmth to everyone.
To avoid waste, just think of it as Gin treating everyone to a midnight snack. It's all paid with Gin's card anyway.
Maybe other places have strict management or are more professional, so the staff won't eat in front of customers. But our bar is different. No one really cares about those customers. As soon as everyone hears that it's a special midnight snack for everyone and that Gin paid for it, they all rush in.
I guess I wasn't hungry, but the name "Gin" was tempting, right? Eating something I bought with Gin's money might feel like a blessing.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Seeing that everyone had distributed the food, I clapped my hands. I originally planned to call Vodka to go back together, but I always felt that someone was looking at me, so I couldn't help but look in the direction of the gaze.
He is a member who has only been here for two weeks. He doesn't talk much and looks ordinary. I have an impression of him mainly because I always feel that he has a secret.
For example, his appearance is obviously disguised.
I don't quite understand why a peripheral member needs to disguise himself, but it doesn't matter to me anyway. Even if he's an undercover cop, I don't really care. The most I did was let Gin look at him when he was there. Anyway, Gin's expression didn't change at the time, so I didn't care even more.
They can't be sent by the higher-ups to monitor me. There's no need to monitor me or keep an eye on me. I'm a pure-blooded member of the Black Organization, a black man by nature. Besides, isn't Gin enough to keep an eye on me?
"Nothing." The man quietly lowered his head and looked at the dessert box in his hand. His long bangs drooped, making it difficult to see his expression. All he could hear was him softly asking, "Did Gin really buy this? Then why did you send it over?"
"Yeah, I used Gin's card to pay for it myself, so how can it not be considered Gin's purchase?" I confidently tried to win over Gin's heart, "Big brother showed his kindness without leaving a name, just remember your kindness, that's all."
He murmured, "I see."
I didn't feel the same reverence for gin as everyone else, which seemed a bit out of place for a member of the organization assigned to the Polestar Bar. After thinking about it, I kindly patted him on the back and left him a piece of advice:
"I don't know what you're thinking, but listen to my advice. Follow Big Brother and you'll have meat to eat."
He's pretending to be decent, isn't he? He's a rare sight not only in the bar but even within the Black Organization. He doesn't seem like some closeted person like Binga, eager to replace Gin, which makes it even weirder. With such a strange attitude, he could easily be mistaken for a cop.
No matter what, I don't want to see anyone I know die, but if they're deliberately seeking death, there's nothing I can do.
Shaking my head regretfully, I called Vodka, who had been standing silently beside me for a long time, and went home together.
Even when I was leaving, I couldn't help but look back at him.
He was still standing there, head down, just...
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth?
For some unknown reason, I got a chill.
65.
Gin was quite kind. He gave me a day off before continuing to take me out to complete the mission.
Even those missions didn't require me to go out and gather any intelligence, nor did they require me to keep a tip-off for them. I just had to sit in the car and wait for them to come back, and then praise them for being so awesome.
I don’t know if Gin is trying to desensitize a timid person like me, or if he needs some emotional value.
In short, my seven-day New Year holiday ended and I had to go back to work in a miserable state.
For a moment, I couldn't even tell whether I was tired from working or accompanying Gin on missions. The hard part about working was that I had to stand all the time, and the hard part about accompanying Gin on missions was that I had to be on guard against him and Vodka so I could chat with Jinpei Matsuda...
Well, it’s really difficult.
I put the wine glass on the tray, sighed softly, walked up the stairs and came to the door of the box on the second floor.
There will be another small meeting in the box today, and more than one. Chianti and the others have left, but Gin and Vermouth have not come out yet.
After practicing, I was able to hold the tray steadily with one hand. I knocked on the door with my left hand, but I didn't expect that the door would not only make a very quiet sound, but also open a crack.
That shouldn't be the case. Even if they were having a meeting in a bar and I was watching, they would have locked the door, or at least closed it securely.
I frowned in confusion, and was thinking about whether to go in directly or knock louder, when I heard Vermouth's voice floating out from inside.
"Come to think of it, you seem to take Yingzi with you wherever you go lately."
When I heard my name, I stopped subconsciously.
Gin just replied "hmm".
Vermouth was not disappointed at all, and continued to speak with interest: "It seems that you... huh?"
Gin replied with another "hmm".
No, what? What's going on between me and Gin? Without even thinking, I pressed my ear to the crack of the door.
What's wrong with me listening to something that's related to me? If I get caught, the worst that can happen is that Gin will beat me up. It's not an organization secret, he can't beat me to death! Getting bolder, I rubbed my ear against the crack in the door again, making it wider.
There was a hint of seduction in Vermouth's voice: "Why, have you finally figured it out?"
Gin didn't say "hmm" this time.
The coldness and sarcasm in his voice were clearly heard by me even at the door:
"I'm not interested in sleeping with idiots."
Idiot, who? It can't be me, right?
The tray in his hand accidentally hit the door, making a noise and "disturbing" Vermouth.
"Ah la, why is the little cutie at the door?"
After being discovered, I simply propped my head against the door, and one eye showed through the crack, looking grimly at Vermouth who was sitting on the sofa with a surprised look on her face, and Gin who looked calm.
You called me a fool after I found out, and you don't feel guilty at all?
He can't really think I'm a fool, right?
I narrowed my eyes and said in a tone that was even more sinister than my eyes:
"I will always spy on you, forever... forever..."
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This chapter is short (withdrawn, the next one will be longer) but it's all for this! This Friday! Midnight! V! (But the 10,000-word chapter is still being revised) (It's so hard to revise)
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