On an inconspicuous street with few streetlights, the most eye-catching thing on the street is probably a bar called Polestar.
Like Guangyou's Lavender Bar, this bar doesn't have any so-called "cheap" or "high-energy" songs. Instead, it features classical music played on instruments like the saxophone, which is gentle and elegant. The dimly lit bar is only illuminated by a spotlight in the center of the stage.
"Did you see that? That customer who just went back is acting like that." The slightly muffled voice was drowned out by the music and became barely noticeable.
Vodka looked at the business card in his hand and sneered, "He doesn't know that today is his death anniversary."
"Big brother, big brother?" Vodka called out twice, but Gin still didn't respond, not even turning his head, and kept looking in the direction of the stage.
"Brother, are you looking at that singer who's going to be on stage later? Her voice is always so captivating, isn't it? And she's such a beauty. So that's your type, brother." Vodka didn't seem to care that Gin didn't respond at all and continued talking to himself.
"This is a bitter martini, the singer treated you two." The bartender placed the drinks in front of the two men with a service-oriented smile.
"Then we should really give her face, right?" Vodka picked up his glass and was about to drink when Gin put a lit cigarette into his drink.
Gin slowly turned his head to look at the waiter. His bangs covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression, but it was probably just the face of a dead man who was owed millions.
What do you want to do?
Seeing the waiter's seemingly confused expression, Gin's voice gradually rose a few decibels: "I'm asking you what your purpose is, don't you understand?"
As he spoke, he grabbed the waiter's head and slammed it onto the table. With his other hand, he took out an ice pick from the ice bucket and, without pausing, stabbed it into the waiter's head.
If you get stabbed, you'll inevitably feel a chill to the core, accompanied by a red, oh, green fountain. As for why it's green, it's because, as everyone knows, blood is green or black.
Even vodka was somewhat taken aback, unsure of what gin was up to.
However, the scene of green liquid flying everywhere did not occur. Gin was not surprised at all. He turned around and looked at the person he had forced to remove his mask, and said coldly, "Vermouth."
"I was just joking." Beneath the mask was a stunningly beautiful woman with blonde hair and heavy makeup. "You look quite frightening."
The moment Vermouth appeared, many men in the bar turned to stare at her, and some even swallowed hard.
However, Gin's aura was too strong, so they didn't dare to approach him.
Gin was no ordinary man; his eyes were fixed on Vermouth like a lone wolf, seemingly unmoved by her poisonous charm.
When Vodka saw that it was Vermouth, he lowered his head dejectedly and looked at the bitter martini that was no longer drinkable.
"I was just teasing you because I saw someone drooling over that singer's good looks." With that, Vermouth tied up her nearly waist-length silver hair.
Vodka looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "Is this really okay? It's not good for a celebrity of your caliber to be seen here with us, is it?"
"Don't worry, those guests don't dare look in my direction, and most of them are still watching the singers on stage," Vermouth said nonchalantly.
"Getting back to the point, have you found what I asked you to find?" Gin took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, reverting to his deadpan expression that made everyone seem like they owed him millions.
"Well, to be honest, we haven't found the real target yet." Vermouth was still tying her hair up, her smooth silver hair floating in the air, and a man next to her was already staring at her intently.
Suddenly, the man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The next second, he saw the silver-haired man next to the woman staring at him.
The gaze was like that of a bloodthirsty lone wolf, and the vertical pupils made him tremble. For the sake of his own life, he instantly turned his head away, pretending that nothing had happened.
But the cold sweat on his forehead was enough to show the unease in his heart.
"What 'main character'? Stop beating around the bush." Vodka said this, but there was always a hint of reverence in his words.
Gin took out a lighter and lit the cigarette he was holding in his mouth. A wisp of smoke rose slowly as he said calmly, "It's no use. You know how tight-lipped this woman is."
“Secrets make women more feminine,” Vermouth said with a slight raise of her eyebrows and a smile.
"I'm about to throw up."
"Stop talking about me, what about you? Did you find the cat that ran away before?" Vermouth ignored Gin's aura and leaned on his shoulder.
"Not yet, but I'll definitely find her. My nose is always most sensitive to the smell of traitors. When the time comes, I'll make sure she tastes what terror is." Gin gritted his teeth, seemingly already envisioning the scene.
Vermouth suddenly chuckled: "Where's that unruly shark?"
"Hmph! I'll make that shark suffer terribly before it dies alongside that cat."
Looking at the bitter martini with cigarette smoke in it, Gin said viciously, thinking of the Porsche 356A, he wished he could tear the person who had been causing all this trouble to pieces.
But that person was like an eel, darting around and causing Gin a lot of headaches. Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Kōyū, who was seething with hatred, was lying on the bed, seemingly having a sweet dream. Otherwise, why would he have such a smug smile and keep fidgeting?
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