Chapter 69

When Douma showed murderous intentions towards Gin, the shell's built-in buff that scare humans automatically took effect, and the suppression on the food chain was not easy to get rid of.

Although he might get heat stroke at any time in such a hot summer day, Gin felt as if he was naked in the snow. The overwhelming murderous intent pinned him down and even made him feel as if he couldn't move his body.

No... this is not an illusion, he really can't move!

Just by curling his fingers slightly, Gin had already used up all his strength, not to mention other things. He couldn't even explain that he had no bad intention in coming here.

The feeling of dancing cheek to cheek with death did not frighten Gin. On the contrary, this unprecedented stimulation made Gin feel extremely excited, his pupils contracted abnormally, and he stared into Douma's colorful eyes without blinking.

Unlike the suffocating murderous aura, Douma's eyes are icy cold but extremely calm, without any murderous intent, which can be said to be extremely contradictory.

Gin has been wandering in the cruel inner world for many years. As a killer, he has seen too much unspeakable darkness, but he has never seen someone like Douma (?). It's like killing a person is just an everyday trivial matter like eating and drinking in the eyes of the other person, and it won't cause any emotional fluctuations.

Wait... Douma isn't a human? Oh, that's fine.

"Hey - why don't you believe that I'm a human being?" Douma said quietly.

Looking at Gin who was named the best model worker, Douma sighed with regret. Although it was a pity to kill him like this, Gin knew the secret that he was not a human, so he could not be saved.

Upon hearing this, Gin knew that Douma did not want anyone to know the secret that he was not human, and if not handled properly he would be killed by Douma at any time.

The sword of Damocles hung over his head. Even Gin, who had seen a lot of things and experienced countless life and death situations, couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The uncontrollable physiological reaction made a drop of cold sweat flow from Gin's forehead.

As if he sensed that Douma was about to take action, Gin's vision, which had become blurred in the murderous intent, became clear again. Without being able to move any other part of his body, he bit down hard on his tongue.

The fragile and soft tongue was instantly bitten by Gin himself, causing it to bleed. The intense pain allowed Gin to regain his ability to move.

Ignoring the severe pain on the tip of his tongue, Gin spoke calmly before Douma could do anything, and got to the point: "I won't reveal your secret."

After these words were spoken, the suffocating atmosphere eased a lot.

"Really?" Douma raised his eyebrows when he heard that. Although he didn't take action immediately, he didn't quite believe what Gin said.

After all, this gin is pure black label, the only real gin in the brewery. (bushi)

Gin knew that Douma would not believe him if he just said it casually. As we all know, only the dead can keep secrets, and the living... hehe.

He was clearly aware that his current situation was extremely dangerous, but he did not panic. He calmed down and seized the time to think about how to solve the current dilemma.

No verbal guarantee is as good as an actual exchange of interests. Only when two parties truly become stakeholders can they have a trace of trust or an alliance that will not betray each other.

After thinking for a while, Gin slowly spoke: "Don't worry, Mr. Douma. Our boss needs your help, so he will not reveal your true situation to the outside world."

"Your boss needs me..." Douma repeated thoughtfully, and at the same time, his mind flashed with the cross that the little girl had just stuffed into his mouth, Gin who happened to be here for a deal, and the vampire he mentioned without any hesitation...

Everything is connected together, and anyone who is not a fool can see the trick, especially when he knows that the ultimate goal of the winery is immortality, it becomes clear who is behind it.

I'm afraid the winery has begun to suspect that he is not human, they think he is a vampire!

Think about the legendary first birth of a vampire. For humans who desire immortality, this is an ultimate temptation that cannot be given up.

Even though they need to rely on human blood to survive after being transformed into vampires and will become afraid of sunlight, it is more realistic to ask Douma to transform them directly than to slowly research drugs that may take an indefinite amount of time to produce results.

Thinking of this, Douma suddenly realized that even if he had dealt with Gin, the insider, the brewery would not give up investigating him. Although he was not afraid of them, the thought of being stuck with an indelible plaster was annoying.

Seeing that Douma had no intention of taking action immediately, Gin continued, "The boss is willing to join the ranks of vampires. If Mr. Douma also has this intention, then I will contact the boss now."

As expected... Douma subconsciously lowered his eyelids, trying to cover his eyes that would not reveal his thoughts at all, and thought: A guy who pursues immortality can't refuse this. It's a pity that he is not a vampire. Although the overall effect looks similar, the actual difference is very fatal.

Douma doesn't know if it's possible for vampires to fail in transforming humans into their own kind. But he knows that it's not that easy to transform cannibals, and humans who don't have enough qualifications will die directly in the transformation process.

With a bang, it exploded into human fireworks.

Douma should have been disgusted by this result, but as soon as he thought of the scene when that unlucky guy had his head blown off by Fyodor last time, what surged in his heart was not disgust but appetite.

I mean, it's really delicious. After all, who doesn't like to eat delicious brains? (bushi) (cross out the whole paragraph)

Gin's strong presence brought Douma back to his sense of wandering thoughts.

Douma swallowed his saliva, which suddenly increased, and while his Adam's apple was still rolling up and down, he said reservedly, "We can talk."

Maybe this is his chance to fix the winery problem.

It is known that almost no one has ever seen the true face of the boss of the winery. So if he replaces the other party after failing to convert him, who will find out that the boss has changed? The answer is no one. (If anyone finds out, just kill them, and no one will find out!)

I will not offend others unless they offend me. Douma, who is essentially a lazy guy, is not very aggressive. But this does not mean that he will not fight back when he is bullied. Of course, the counterattack will be fierce, such as directly turning the opponent's organization into his own subordinates.

A defensive counterattack must also make the other person feel painful, so that they will learn their lesson.

Douma who has turned so dark: "Redefining the defensive counterattack".

Although Douma's answer was just a short sentence "We can talk", Gin already understood what Douma meant from the disappearance of the murderous aura. As long as Douma is willing to talk, the boss will agree to any price, and in this way, the boss's lifelong wish is very likely to be fulfilled.

Gin, who was loyal to the organization, suppressed the smile on his face. At this point, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. To show his sincerity, he didn't leave. He took out his communicator and called the boss on the spot: "Boss, your guess is correct."

The specially made communicator actually has an anti-eavesdropping function, but this cannot stop Douma who is standing next to him from having superb hearing. He can hear every sound coming out of the communicator clearly.

Karasuma Renya always uses a voice changer when communicating with members of the organization, and this time is no exception. The old voice that originally sounded like it might die at any time became indistinguishable between gender and age with the help of the voice changer.

A strange mechanical voice came from the communicator: "What! He is really a vampire? Are you sure?"

Even with a voice changer, the only two listeners, Douma and Gin, could hear the shock on the other side.

Facing the boss's questioning, Gin replied decisively: "I saw it with my own eyes."

Shinobu Douma, who was watching the whole process, burst into complaints: Is there a possibility that he just admits that he is not a human, but not being a human does not mean he is a vampire. When will the cannibal stand up!

Gin's eyes never left Douma, but he didn't notice at all that Douma was complaining about him in his heart. In his eyes, Douma didn't show any emotional fluctuations from beginning to end, even when he exposed Douma as a vampire.

It's so quiet that it's scary. It's really an inhuman monster. Gin thought so.

Karasuma Renya on the other side immediately widened his cloudy eyes upon hearing this. At this moment, he no longer cared about maintaining his boss status in front of Gin. He laughed ecstatically and it took him a while to find his voice again: "Bring him to see me, right now, the address is..."

The imminent prospect of eternal youth and immortality completely blinded Karasuma Renya's already aging and dull brain.

He threw all the good qualities he had cultivated for so many years to the back of his mind and went crazy and asked to meet Douma. He never thought that if they had a disagreement after the meeting, Douma would break his neck.

What's more, Karasuma Renya forgot that he was the weaker one between him and Douma, and he subconsciously used the condescending tone and wording.

Gin, who had been looking into Douma's eyes, knew that Douma must have heard everything clearly, as could be seen from the other party's understanding attitude.

The poor little Gin who was caught in the middle took a deep breath, and perfunctorily brushed off the boss who seemed to have lost his mind due to being too surprised, and then he gritted his teeth and explained to Douma: "The boss was just too happy and got carried away for a moment. I hope Mr. Douma will forgive me."

Gin, who is essentially a martial artist, works hard to clean up the mess for his boss and fully deserves the title of the brewery's top worker.

Douma was very envious and he also wanted a gin!

Handsome, capable, and most importantly, loyal to the organization, working hard, who wouldn't want such a subordinate? Douma really wants one.

However, the reality is that Gin will not change jobs, and he cannot have a Gin. Thinking of this, Douma felt a little depressed and replied casually: "It doesn't matter, I don't care."

Anyway, the guy who said the rude words will be punished by him soon.

Oh, right... isn't he on his way to kill the boss of the winery? Oh, that's all right.

Douma, who is about to take over a transnational criminal organization, stands up again.