Chapters 3565 & 3577 [Gin's Positive Review] Requesting Monthly Tickets (`)
"You're the one who poisoned me, aren't you?" Vermouth had already figured out the whole story. She looked at Gin's back in the driver's seat and sighed. "I have no problem teaching Uzo a lesson, but what if you accidentally poison me?"
Gin sneered: "Given Uzo's recent attitude towards you, if you still have the appetite to eat near him, then you deserve to be poisoned."
Vermouth: "..."
Forget it, there's no point in talking to this guy who won't admit his mistakes.
She didn't say anything more, picked up the mirror to fix her disguise, and continued to think deeply about her own things.
...
On the other side.
After Vodka was hung up on, he didn't dare to call Gin again.
However, not making a phone call doesn't mean he wasn't thinking about what just happened.
The cadre, lost in thought, paced back and forth in the private room, his chin practically spitting fire: "What's going on? Why isn't my brother answering my calls?"
Although he briefly suspected he had entered another world when he first woke up due to the lingering effects of the anesthesia and the hand chop, Vodka quickly realized it was impossible.
"Forget about that building that had its lights on when it shouldn't be. The most important thing right now is to find out what's going on with my brother."
Searching through his mind using the keyword "not answering the phone," a possibility instantly popped into Vodka's database, which was crammed full of cases.
"Could it be... that he has already been murdered?"
"Wait, what am I thinking?!"
Vodka slapped himself in the face:
“How could my brother have been killed so easily? And thinking about it rationally, the call I made just now wasn’t unanswered, it was just hung up on.”
"So my brother definitely didn't fall victim to Uzo's schemes. He hung up the phone simply because he found me annoying!"
Having deduced this conclusion, Vodka first nodded slightly, then felt that something was wrong: "..." Wait, being annoyed by his older brother to the point of not answering the phone... this doesn't seem like a good thing at all.
—Thinking about it carefully, this is exactly the terrible consequence that he tried his best to avoid when he was on the Full Moon ship the day before yesterday, even though he had to refrain from contacting his older brother when the danger flag appeared!
"But now, just by sleeping for a while... I've completely lost contact with my older brother?"
Vodka covered his head in bewilderment, wanting to collapse onto the tatami mat. But…
"We can't always be so pessimistic." He gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously.
"On the bright side, Gin might have been furious when he saw that Uzo dared to poison someone at such a gathering of officials, so he dealt with that kid's inappropriate infighting!"
"And Uzo is obviously no pushover. Dealing with that guy is no easy task, which is why my brother has been busy with his wits and courage and hasn't had time to deal with me for a while."
"If that's the case, it would be wonderful. I wonder what that kid Uzo is like now..."
Just as he was feeling quite pleased with himself, Vodka suddenly looked down at the department store below and froze.
—In front of that strangely lit department store, surrounded by countless reporters, a person walked out with a smile on his face and looking glamorous.
Even from a great distance, even if he were reduced to ashes, Vodka would recognize him at a glance—Uzo! What's that kid doing here?!
He didn't receive any punishment; instead, he solved the case in a very impressive way.
...What, what exactly is going on?
Vodka, clinging to the one-way window, watched this scene in shock, utterly bewildered. Just then, the man who had been talking to the reporter suddenly looked up in their direction, his eyes meeting Vodka's through the glass.
Vodka: "..."
Vodka: "…………"
He silently left the glass, silently took a step back, silently picked up his coat... and then turned and ran.
He was wrong.
The most urgent thing right now isn't figuring out why the older brother isn't answering the phone, but rather getting out of the place where this kid is while Uzo is still under the camera's gaze!
Driven by a strong will to survive, Vodka smoothly left the building, quickly checked his car, and then drove off, quickly reaching a location more than ten kilometers away.
Once he was sure no one was chasing him and no case was coming his way, he breathed a sigh of relief, parked his car on the side of the road, and then picked up his phone again.
—Although he didn’t dare to call back after Gin hung up on him once, he should still be able to send an email to report the situation.
"We must thoroughly depict the dangers of the infighting in Uzo and carefully analyze the perilous consequences of poisoning such gatherings!"
Vodka rubbed his sore neck, a hint of resentment in his voice, took out his notebook, unfolded the keyboard, and began to write furiously.
...
Airport.
Gin's phone vibrated slightly. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was an email from Vodka, so he put the phone back.
I know what that idiot is going to say without even looking.
In comparison...
He stopped the car, looked at the airport terminal not far away, lit a cigarette, and seemed lost in thought.
Just then, Vermouth's hesitant yet determined voice came from behind: "I...I'm not leaving."
Gin responded.
Vermouth, torn between her inner turmoil, glanced at him and frowned slightly: "You don't seem surprised at all?"
Gin knocked off his cigarette ash and didn't say anything—if anything was unexpected, the fact that he had driven to the airport without incident was already surprising enough.
“The things that Uzo sets his sights on, while not entirely impossible to get away from, always seem to encounter all sorts of unexpected events when they leave his side—like that idiot Bourbon back then, who took a full few days to get in and out of Tokyo.”
That's why he was reluctant to take on this troublesome escort mission, to the point that he almost forgot about it.
On the way here, Gin had thought about a tire blowout, a traffic accident, and a broken overpass, and had made all sorts of preparations for what to do... But in reality, nothing happened, and he and Vermouth arrived at the airport without any problems.
Just as I was wondering why Uzo gave up so easily, now, with Vermouth speaking, everything became clear—this time, the obstruction wasn't physical, but rather a hook planted in Vermouth's mind.
Although he didn't really want to praise the guy who was already confident enough, Gin glanced at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror and a few words still popped into his mind: As expected of him.
Back seat.
Vermouth didn't notice Gin's strange gaze; she was preoccupied with other thoughts—the closer she got to the airport, the clearer she knew she was about to leave, and the more acutely she realized that for Angel and Cool Guy's sake, she couldn't just leave like that.
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