Chapter 78

The news that Karasuma Renya is missing and suspected to be murdered appeared on the electronic screen, causing Vermouth, who was at the banquet, to change his expression drastically.

Seeing this, the suitors who were surrounding Belmode eagerly immediately approached her with concern: "Ms. Chris, are you feeling unwell?"

In just a dozen seconds, Bermode put away the emotions that shouldn't have appeared in Chrissie Wynyard. She shook her head and refused the other party's help: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, just a little depressed."

Then, Vermode used the excuse of feeling unwell to leave early without causing any suspicion.

Vermouth suppressed his inner anxiety and did not contact Rum and Gin outside where it was unsafe. He drove back to his residence alone with a normal expression, and even his return speed was the same as usual.

The more critical the moment, the calmer Vermouth became, not showing a single flaw. It was not until she returned to her own safe zone that she let down her guard and revealed her true emotions.

Vermouth took out the contactor hidden in the secret compartment and saw a bunch of missed calls, including those from rum and gin. There were the most rum calls, only one from gin, and no call from the 'gentleman' who was suspected to be the victim.

Normally, Vermode would wait for "that gentleman" to contact her, but she herself was very tactful and never tried to contact "that gentleman" on her own initiative, thus avoiding touching the reverse scale of the other party called "exposing his identity".

But today was obviously not an ordinary situation, so Vermouth had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to dial the number of "that gentleman", and of course no one answered.

Realizing that something might have really happened to 'that gentleman', Vermouth's beautiful eyes flickered, and the expression on his face made it hard to tell whether he was sad or happy.

The traitor Bermode, who had no loyalty to her boss, did not take any action immediately. In essence, she did not care about the life or death of "that gentleman", but she was afraid that "that gentleman" was just faking his death, and this incident was a trap to screen out the disloyal.

After much hesitation, the fox-like cunning "Thousand-Faced Witch" ended her brainstorm. In the end, she did not choose to contact Rum, the actual head of the organization, but instead called Gin.

This is because Vermouth knows very well in his heart that, given the current situation, Gin is the safest option. On the contrary, Rum is the dangerous option, because Gin is loyal enough to 'that gentleman', and if he follows him, he will definitely not make any mistakes and be caught by 'that gentleman' who may have faked his death.

"What do you want from me?" Gin's cold and magnetic voice came into Bermode's ears through the communicator. Relying on the fact that the person opposite him couldn't see, Bermode allowed a complicated expression to appear on his face.

Gin waited for a while but Bermode didn't say anything. He became suspicious and repeated his words in a stronger tone: "Bermode, what do you want from me?"

Vermouth knew that if she didn't speak, Gin would hang up on her, so she pulled back her wandering thoughts and got back to the point: "You should have heard about the disappearance of 'that gentleman', right?"

"Hmm..." Gin recalled what happened on the night of Karasuma Renya's death. In addition, he was tempted by Rum's corpse at a close distance, so he replied absentmindedly, "I know."

If they were communicating face to face, Vermouth would definitely be able to immediately notice that Gin was not right, but now they were communicating through a communicator, so she naturally could not accurately judge Gin's abnormality. She continued, "I just got the news and tried to contact 'that gentleman'. As a result, I think you should be able to guess that 'that gentleman' has lost contact."

"He's dead." Gin casually dropped the bomb while opening the refrigerator, taking out a blood bag from the top layer (which also had the least amount of blood), pouring the blood into the wine glass, shaking it very romantically, and then raising the glass to taste it slowly.

In just a few days, Gin has figured out the taste of blood and the level distribution of the energy it contains. The cup of blood he is holding in his hand now comes from the high-level blood of a psychic. It tastes delicious and provides considerable energy.

"???" Bermode froze. For a moment she even thought she was hallucinating. What did 'he's dead' mean?

But she knew she was not hallucinating. Gin had just said casually that "that gentleman" was dead. Vermouth held the communicator to her ear with an incredulous look on her face, and repeatedly confirmed that the person talking to her was really Gin himself and not someone else in disguise.

Gin, who was on the other end of the communicator, could hear Bermode's rapid breathing.

Now that Rum is gone, there is nothing to fear about Bermode alone. Mysticism is a double-edged sword. While you have some freedom, you will also lose something. And just as Bermode understands him, Gin also understands that woman. She will gladly accept the change of boss.

Thinking of this, Gin's mouth curled up in a mocking arc. He picked up the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank the delicious red liquid in it, and let out a comfortable sigh as his Adam's apple rolled.

"Gin, are you...are you kidding me?" Vermouth looked suspicious and pretended to be angry, "This joke is not funny."

"I'm not kidding you, it's true, he's dead." Gin put the empty glass on the bar.

The sound of glass and marble colliding was crisp and pleasant, but it made Belmode feel nervous. Her slender fingers holding the communicator turned pale with force. She gathered her chaotic thoughts and asked in a calm voice, "What did Rum say?"

"Rum?" Gin sneered.

As soon as she heard Gin's tone, Vermouth immediately had a bad feeling in her heart. Rum's ambition was simply written on his face, and she was not blind if she couldn't see it.

Just as Vermouth was wondering what Rum had done by taking advantage of the death of 'that gentleman', he heard Gin say in a voice full of ice: "He's dead too."

Although it sounds unbelievable that Rum is also dead, Vermouth still believes what Gin said, but out of caution she still plans to confirm it herself.

Vermouth quietly took out a spare communicator and quickly called Rum. As expected, Rum was also out of contact, and Gin's words became more credible.

Bermode took Rum's death well.

After all, even the 140-year-old "that gentleman" died quietly and unclearly, and Rum's death was even more insignificant. Out of courtesy and possible comrades, Bermode casually asked: "...Who killed Rum?"

"There is no murderer. I killed him." Gin did not think that he, the executioner, was the murderer. He continued in that cold voice: "Just now, I executed Rum for betraying the boss."

"Rum betrayed 'that gentleman'?" Vermouth asked in surprise, but her repetition did not get Gin's confirmation.

Gin was strangely silent: "..."

Something seems wrong. Vermouth frowned, wondering what was wrong with Gin's performance. Her slightly sad expression not only did not diminish her beauty, but also maximized her beauty, making her particularly pitiful.

In the end, Vermouth found that something was wrong with Gin from beginning to end today. The most important point was that Gin said that Rum betrayed the boss, but he did not betray "that gentleman". The answer is already obvious. The boss Gin was talking about is not "that gentleman"!

After figuring it out, Vermouth broke out in a cold sweat. When she was hesitating whether to hang up the phone with Gin, Gin spoke again, his voice unexpectedly gentle: "It seems that you have figured it out. Before Karasuma Renya died, he handed the organization over to the new boss. Rum did not admit that the new boss wanted to take the position himself, so I executed him."

"..." Bermode clenched her teeth and said nothing. She knew what Gin meant by telling her this. Gin was warning her to choose carefully.

Thinking of this, Bermode jokingly asked, "What if I don't acknowledge the identity of the new boss?"

Gin on the other side laughed happily and said firmly: "You won't."

Belmode, who was seen through, slowly exhaled and lowered her eyelids to cover the darkness in her eyes. As a repeat offender who has self-preservation engraved in her DNA, Belmode would not go against Gin and the new boss without knowing the situation. She is always unwilling to seek death.

Therefore, after playing a game of "Big Peng Spreading Wings" on the edge of danger, Bermode chose to follow his heart: "You are right, I won't."

Gin smiled even more happily, because Vermode's compromise meant that he had completed the first task assigned to him by the boss.

The special structure of the organization means that as long as the top few people agree, the organization can change hands easily. Now that the annoying Rum is no longer there, the support of him and Bermode for the boss can allow the boss to take control of the organization perfectly without any accidents or turmoil.

Vermouth admitted that Gin's laughter was very pleasant, but she really didn't have the leisure to appreciate it now. Having benefited from her boss's trust, Vermouth unfortunately discovered that she did not occupy an advantageous position in the organization after the renewal.

After quickly adjusting his position, Vermode smoothly accepted the fact that the new boss had taken over, and secretly wanted to gain the trust of the new boss and continue to bully others in the organization above Gin's head.

"Gin, you know how to contact the boss, right?" Vermouth didn't wait for Gin to refuse and continued, "As a senior cadre, I think I need to personally offer my loyalty to the boss."

Since Vermouth said so, Gin had no reason to refuse. He asked Vermouth to wait for a moment, and then silently recited Douma's name in his heart: Lord Douma, Vermouth is willing to pledge her loyalty to you. Can you give her your contact information?

"Sure." Douma tried two things at once, pressing the handle while answering Gin's question.

He did not feel the slightest bit of guilt when his subordinates were working overtime late at night while he, as the boss, was slacking off and playing games. He even made up excuses for himself in an unreasonable way: he was not playing, he was just having a heart-warming family interaction with his kids as a parent!