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When Gin pushed open the door to the familiar room, he looked up and saw the man who was always dressed in a formal suit. Even his appearance had not changed much in the past few decades, but today, something was different...

This time, there was another figure beside the middle-aged man in gray suit.

The man in black with a bandage on his face stood beside the boss like a bodyguard, like the most trusted member...

Gin said nothing, and walked to the boss as usual, ready to report on the work. He paused for a moment, but heard the boss on the first seat say:

"Just say it directly."

For a moment, Gin's dark green eyes shrank slightly, and then he reported the recent personnel situation of each base of the organization with a normal expression, including the traitors who were recently discovered and resolved, which involved very confidential matters of the organization.

He noticed that the boss was in a good mood today, but his expression turned slightly cold after he reported the situation.

What went wrong at work? Gin recalled his words carefully and didn't think there was anything wrong. He was definitely not a simple manual laborer to be able to reach a high position in the organization. He was always rigorous and meticulous in his work related to the organization, and his guesses about the boss's thoughts were always very accurate. It was just that today... something was a little strange.

"That's all for now. Send me the details tonight." The boss nodded, seemingly not interested in this report. After a few simple words, he let Gin leave, then turned to Noel beside him and said, "Grappa stay."

About ten minutes later, Noel pushed the door open and met Gin's gaze.

"Looks like you're waiting for me?" Noel asked without surprise. His face was expressionless under the bandage, but his tone was frivolous and smiling.

Of course Gin did not leave immediately. As a high-ranking member of the organization and a confidant of the boss, he still had the right to stay in this yard for a while. The servants who were walking back and forth as if following a program set in advance by the computer automatically avoided Gin's position, making the silver-haired man exude a strong presence like a stone deliberately blocking the flow of water, looking quite annoying.

Noel thought to himself, and looked at Gin who didn't answer and turned around and pretended to leave. Sure enough, the next moment he heard Gin behind him slowly ask: "What are you going to do, Grappa?"

What to do?

This question amused Noel. After all, there were too many things he wanted to do, and each of them was aimed at something that Gin could not tolerate.

But it would be inconvenient to tell the most sensitive eagle dog in the organization one by one, so Noel restrained the emotion in his tone and responded with a sufficiently cold tone, saying:

"Gin, you crossed the line."

It felt quite magical to say this to Gin. Noel observed the other party's expression while speaking word by word: "You are not authorized to view the instructions given directly to me by the boss. I will report your problem."

Misinterpreting Gin's question about what he should do as asking what the boss should order Grappa to do, thereby accusing the other party of overstepping his authority and saying that he was reporting him. This is a very irritating but effective statement. As expected, Noel was greeted by Gin's eye knife that seemed to have a physical body.

The murderous intent in his eyes was about to overflow... But Noel felt that his body and mind were quite pleasant in this cold atmosphere, and even asked jokingly: "Is there anything else, Gin?"

"You want to sow discord?"

This question was somewhat unexpected for Noel. He was not surprised that Gin could see his purpose, but he was surprised that the other party would ask it so directly. So he subconsciously looked at the servant who was walking beside him, but found that the other party's expression did not change at all.

Gin snorted coldly when he saw Noel's actions, and said, "You are just a puppet."

Noel turned his gaze towards Gin and noticed the disgust in his eyes. Thinking of his attitude all along, he suddenly asked, "Do you think I am the same way in your heart?"

"A puppet can't do these little tricks." Gin looked at the ripples in Noel's gray-green eyes and said, "But this crazy person is mentally ill and has a lot of ulterior motives. It would be better to just make him into a puppet and make use of the waste."

Well, I still hate him.

Noel reaffirmed his thoughts and couldn't help but chuckled twice, saying, "That's a pity." He suddenly thought of something, and a hint of malice flashed across his gray-green eyes. He pointed at himself and said in a slightly exaggerated tone, "Come to think of it, I should thank you for showing mercy to this thing back then, which allowed it to survive until now."

After all, compared to Gin who kept stopping himself from committing suicide later, the opponent clearly wanted to kill him in the early stage.

Gin was distracted by this sentence, and then he glanced at the bandage on the other person's face with cold eyes, and nodded and said, "Indeed."

"Noel, you should have died then."

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"How's it going, Gin?"

At this time, Bermode, who was still dressed as Sharon, pointed to the training ground. Behind the one-way glass, there was only one figure standing on the blood-stained training platform. He was an extremely thin and weak boy. His black hair and blood covered his face so that not even a bit of skin could be seen.

"Picking it up from a poor man's kiln." Gin seemed to always wear that black coat. He looked at the boy carefully with his dark green eyes and said to Vermouth beside him.

"It seems obvious?" Bermode was not surprised that the other party could see it. After all, he remembered that the guy in front of him also came from a poor kiln. It seemed that it was really fate. "I went to Italy to participate in an event some time ago and happened to pick it up. It's very suitable for organizing, isn't it?"

Vermouth chuckled as he raised his hand to remove the somewhat old makeup on his face, revealing a young and beautiful face that seemed to have no traces of time.

"This kind of crazy fighting style is only used by people who are competing with mad dogs for food," Gin explained with interest. Looking at the boy standing in the middle who fell to the ground due to exhaustion, he said, "Of course, when it comes to killing people, they will use any means necessary."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the training room. The blood all over the floor did not change his expression at all, and he walked straight towards the boy in the middle.

“Shua——”

"Bang--"

When the boy was less than half a meter away, the opponent instinctively swung his arm and stabbed him with the dagger in his hand, as if the lack of strength just now was just a disguise to deceive the prey. The ferocity of the knife frightened Vermouth on the side.

But that’s all.

Neither the person involved nor Vermode would take such an attack seriously. When the difference in strength was too great, even if they tried their best, they would not stand a chance of winning against a battle-hardened killer. The boy responded with a heavy punch that pinned him firmly to the ground.

"I thought he had no strength left," Vermouth was surprised. He looked down at the trembling boy who was knocked to the ground and teased Gin, "Bullying a child?"

Despite saying so, Vermouth did not reach out to stop him, but watched from the side with a smile. She knew Gin's character and knew that he would never do anything rash. Of course, even if he did, there was no need for her to stop him.

"You have to get up even if you don't have the strength. If you faint in a dangerous place, you will never be able to get up again." Gin glanced at Vermouth and gave a simple explanation, then turned his gaze to the boy on the ground.

"Get up."

When the boy heard the man with a terrifying aura speaking to him coldly, the murderous aura on his body seemed to solidify into a solid and suppressed him fiercely, madly reducing his instinct to fight for survival.

Even the best fighter on the street back then wasn't this scary...

The boy thought, the pain in his limbs gradually seeping out from his bones. He heard the man speak again, and it was like the god of death announcing:

"If that's all, I'll kill you."

The boy didn't understand. He didn't even recognize a few words in Italy, his native country, so how could he understand Japanese, which was completely unrelated to the language? However, the message that he would die if he didn't fight was conveyed to him accurately with murderous intent.

No, the boy thought, he didn't want to die.

This is a place where I can eat a full meal. I finally left that place and ate such delicious food. It should be meat... It's so strange. It's obviously meat and the mice on the ground, but why is the taste so different? I really want to keep eating. I need to survive to eat that.

He tried his best to get up, covered in wounds and bruises, and attacked again, but was easily knocked to the ground by the opponent.

For nearly ten minutes, the boy repeated this process dozens of times. It was more like pure torture than training.

Before his body and will reached the limit and he fell into an instinctive coma, the boy still had some strength to think. He heard the woman he picked up call the man Gin, and he memorized the pronunciation firmly in his mind.

Gin...will kill this man sooner or later.

"How about it, not bad, right?" Vermouth looked at the boy being carried away by medical staff, turned to look at Gin who had always been bullying the weak, and said with a hint of boasting in his aqua eyes.

"Not bad," Gin put on the coat he had just taken off, looked at the fabric that had been bitten off, and said, "Your teeth are pretty sharp. Your name is Noel, right?"

"It seems like she came up with the name herself," Vermouth had let down her long hair, and her face looked beautiful under the pale ceiling light in the training room. Gin, who was standing next to her, turned around and walked away without even looking at her. He only said one sentence before leaving, "Transfer him to the Operations Department. I'm short of a code member here."

Belmode felt unhappy when he saw the other person, but was stunned when he heard the other person's comments. Then he smiled and said, "It seems that he is quite optimistic."

In Noel's sixth month in the Operations Division, he was given the code name Grappa.

Grappa, a type of pomace brandy, is a strong liquor obtained by distilling grape pomace left over from winemaking in a distillery.