Chapter 345 The Guy Who Can Ride on Gin's Head
Asti carried Bertrand out of the safe house, placed him in the back seat of the car, and then got into the driver's seat himself.
Bertrand rolled down the car window and waved to Gin with a grin, "Gin-chan, hurry up and get in the car!"
Gin glanced at the 'controlled' Asti, remained silent for a few seconds, and then sat in the back seat.
"Don't worry, Koto-chan~ Asti can still drive even when he's being controlled!"
Bertrand patted Gin on the shoulder reassuringly, like an older brother.
Gin: ...
Ignoring his behavior, Gin expressionlessly fastened his seatbelt.
Asti, in the driver's seat, glanced at them discreetly in the rearview mirror, then slammed on the gas, and the car shot off in an instant.
He was like a puppet that couldn't change its mind; his speed didn't change the whole way, but when he turned a corner, he pulled off a big drift.
Gin: "..."
But Bertrand, standing to the side, looked excited, exclaiming, "Wow, this is so exciting!"
With a sudden stop outside the training base, if Gin hadn't been prepared, Bertrand's forehead would have hit the back of the front seat.
"Wuhu! This is so much fun!" Even after getting off the bus, he was still in high spirits and even seemed to want to go again.
Gin looked away expressionlessly.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Hanging on Asti, he was taken to the training base, where Bertrand first sent him to the close combat training arena.
"Hey! Fushi-chan—!"
Bertrand excitedly raised his hand and waved to Vodka, who was training hard.
Of course, not only Vodka's attention was drawn to this, but the other members also looked over with horrified eyes.
Oh no, the little madman is here, something bad is going to happen.
Looking at Bertrand, who was clinging to Asti's back, Vodka forced a smile and said, "Big brother, little Bertrand."
"How's training going, Vodka? Do you feel like you've improved?" With her arms around Asti's neck, Bertrand rested her chin on his head, looking expectantly at Vodka, who had clearly lost a lot of weight.
"Uh..." Vodka was sweating and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
But Bertrand didn't need his answer.
After getting off Asti's back, Bertrand ran behind Gin and jumped onto his back.
Gin: ...#
He chuckled, ignoring Gin's oppressive aura, and scanned all the members present with an innocent and bright smile, but to the others he was a real little devil.
—After all, who would dare to underestimate someone who can ride on Gin's head?
“Alright, now you can divide into groups of five. Whichever group can hurt Asti is considered qualified! If not, then…” Bertrand drew out his words, then his sweet voice suddenly turned somber and cold, “Then I’ll turn you all into dolls.”
"Organizations don't need useless waste, much less waste that can't be trained."
He chuckled softly twice, then suddenly brightened up, "So everyone hurry up and form teams! The order will be decided by drawing lots!"
I don't know how he manages to switch between sunny and gloomy states so easily in a second.
Bertrand watched with excitement and anticipation as the group of members nervously formed teams and drew lots. He touched Gin's hat, thought for a second, then took it off and put it on his own head.
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