Chapter 37 The First Player

"Ah, I'm so sleepy."

Xi Haiqingdou hung up the phone and stretched his waist: "Vodka, how far is it?"

"Almost. Less than half an hour." Vodka replied while driving.

The black Mercedes was running fast on the wide road, heading from Yokohama to Tokyo.

"After leaving Yokohama, it seems that even the weather has gradually improved." Saikai Haruto leaned one hand on the car window and looked at the scenery outside.

As we drove farther and farther from Yokohama, the golden sunlight poured into the car from the windows, making us feel warm. Xi Haiqingdou narrowed his eyes, and his voice was a little muffled, like a lazy cat taking a nap. The sunlight shone on him, and his white hair seemed to be reflecting light.

"By the way, Cointreau, what did Passetto tell you?"

Since he was just driving and had nothing to do, Vodka asked him curiously, "We've already confirmed that he's a traitor, so why did you call him again?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat in the back row, quietly listening.

Both Furuya Rei and Rai drove their own cars. Asahina was apparently closest to Bourbon, so naturally he took his car back. However, he was not familiar with Bourbon and Canada, and they had a conflict during yesterday's undercover testimony, so he naturally chose Cointreau's car.

It turned out that he made the right choice - not long after I got in the car, I heard a conversation between Cointreau and Passetto.

"I'm not entirely sure whether he is a traitor or not."

Without even opening his eyes, Saikai Haruto said lazily, "Although Gin suspected that he had betrayed before, this mission makes me feel that it is not the case... If he really betrayed the organization and joined the Gang Black, then the loss of the Gang Black's goods cannot be explained. As for the Takase Society... the key figure died without any evidence, which makes it even more difficult to confirm. Who can say whether it is a real undercover frame-up? I always feel that there is something else strange in these things."

"As for calling him... it was just for, well, fun."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, one of the real undercover agents who carried out the "frame-up", felt his heart skip a beat.

"Ah?" Vodka was a little confused, his eyebrows twisted into a ball under his hat: "Then, then he is not a traitor? Then why..."

"If the evidence had been proven long ago, I would have dealt with him long ago. Why would I have gone through so much trouble? Do you really think I'm that kind?"

Saikai Haruto sneered, his voice cold: "But even if he didn't really betray the organization, he definitely had ulterior motives... So even if he didn't really betray, it's the same. Otherwise, why would I leave him there? Since he is 'Imai Akito', he should just stay in the Port Mafia and not stay in the organization anymore. But after three years in the Port Mafia... He even forgot who he was and what he really looked like. It's ridiculous."

"Since you're an undercover agent, you must stick to your beliefs." Zhu Fu Jingguang said softly, with a hint of firmness in his voice.

"Three years... even if it takes another three years, we must persevere."

Rather than saying this about Passeto, it would be more accurate to say that he was using this topic to speak to himself.

He chose his own path, and no matter how difficult it is, he will always remind himself not to forget who he really is. He will never regret it, and will not change his beliefs.

"Ah, that's well said." Xi Hai Qing Dou curled the corners of his lips and opened his hands to cover his eyes to block the scorching sunlight.

"Scotland, you are very perceptive. But it's only been three years, which is not a long time, right? It went by in the blink of an eye. How could it be as long as Passetto said? So it's still his fault that he couldn't hold on. He was disqualified as an undercover agent."

Jundu's tone was light and relaxed, but Zhu Fu Jingguang remained silent.

Are three years really not a long time? He has been working undercover in the organization for only a year, but sometimes he feels like the days are long, as if he has been away from the police academy and the Metropolitan Police Department for several years, as if it were a lifetime ago. From the perspective of an undercover agent, it is not difficult for Morobu Kagemitsu to understand why Passetto feels devastated.

"That's right. For someone who is disloyal to the organization, this result is a good one for him." Vodka agreed angrily.

"By the way, I just happened to hear you, Cointreau, mention 'undercover' in your conversation with Passetto?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang changed the subject and guessed, "Could it be that Passetto said there is an undercover agent among us?"

"Is Passetto's words unbelievable?" Vodka shook his head, not taking it seriously: "Maybe he wants to drag others into this."

"Ah, Passetto said so."

Xi Haiqingdou chuckled, his voice cheerful: "He said that someone was an undercover agent from the police. Doesn't this sound much more interesting than undercover agents from other forces?"

——Is Passetto talking about Zero or Asahina? Morofushi Kagemitsu's heart started beating wildly for a moment.

"Although it sounds interesting, at least the news has to be true."

Saikai Haruto's voice turned melancholy, as if he found it a bit boring: "But the words of a completely useless guy are only slightly more credible than saying that tomorrow is the end of the world, or that this world is actually a game."

Vodka responded cheerfully, "That's true. If we had cops here, with so many undercover traitors, this mission would have failed long ago."

Morofushi Kagemitsu: "..."

It was a good thing that Jundu didn't suspect anything...but he felt like he was hit by an arrow in the knee.

Xihai Qingdou curled his lips and smiled without saying anything.

The distance from Yokohama to Tokyo is very short, and it only takes about an hour to drive. After returning to Tokyo, Saikai Haruto first wrote a simple report on this mission and sent it to the "boss", and then reimbursed all the expenses in the past week - although the mission has its own mission funds, Saikai Haruto never misses the opportunity to reimburse.

What's more, his beloved car, which he had just bought not long ago, was almost scratched while racing with others during this mission. Doesn't it need to be properly maintained?

However, his good wish to maintain the car was not fulfilled until five days later - because as soon as he returned to the organization, he suddenly caught a fever and was sick for five days before he fully recovered.

The one who discovered that he had a fever was Lei, who had to work hard and diligently to deliver meals to him every day because of the bet.

It’s not that the system didn’t notice and remind him. Xi Haiqing Dou himself also noticed it, but he didn’t take it seriously and was even too lazy to take the medicine.

That's understandable... He wasn't in good health to begin with, and taking three undercover agents with him on this mission to Yokohama was like him fighting four alone. Plus, he had to think about the details and reactions on the manga forum, so he had to use his brain a lot, and his brain CPU almost burned out. It's understandable that he gets sick easily when he relaxes.

Besides, even if his body was fine, he would always have some problems, big or small, so he was not surprised that he had a fever this time. If the fever was gone, there would always be something else. The medicine was so bad, so it shouldn't be a big deal if he took a break from it once in a while, right?

The result of his delusional thoughts was that he was caught by Ley and reported to Gin. Not only did Gin scold him for the whole day, but he was also forced to eat bland and tasteless porridge for a whole week.

Xi Haiqingdou tried to put up a fight: "It's just a low fever. The fever was completely gone on the third day. Why can't you let me eat meat? Lei Yi, can't you afford it?"

Lei glanced at him and said, "Your fever is gone, but you still have a cold, right? And your stomach problem hasn't healed yet, either."

Xi Hai Qing Dou: "..."

Damn it, he felt that this guy's eyes were 100% schadenfreude!

Should I say that his stomach problems miraculously haven't recurred since he had a fever and a cold?

He tried to ask for help again: "Hey, Gin, you know me, right? Nothing happened even when I had a fever before, right?"

Gin sneered and hung up the phone. "How can a useless person who can't take care of himself after a three-day fever after a mission have the right to eat anything else? It's a pity that it didn't burn your brain and completely burn your memory. The fact that you are still alive today is the greatest miracle in the history of medicine."

"…Wow, this guy is too vicious, his mouth is so venomous, why does he even attack people personally?"

Xi Haiqingdou wiped his face and hung up the phone with a bitter face. "Very good, his car can't be upgraded any further."

Damn, isn't this a little too aggressive? She is indeed his good partner.

"So, I say, Cointreau, you should just drink your porridge honestly and stop thinking about other things. As for your candies and chocolates, I can only listen to Gin and confiscate them from you for the time being."

Lei Yi held back a smile and waved the bag in his hand.

Xi Hai Qing Dou: "..."

It's really awful. Those candies and chocolates are for him to supplement his sugar intake!

Although he looks a bit sickly, he is actually fine on the inside. But why doesn't anyone believe him? It must be because his previous sickly persona was too successful and too deeply rooted in people's hearts. At this point, he can only blame himself.

"But I say, this porridge was not cooked by you yourself, Lei Yi?" Xihai Qingdou put down his bowl and chopsticks and smacked his lips.

He frowned and commented: "This tastes terrible, Lai Yi. It's awful. Do you think of me as a taster? Men who can't cook will be unqualified in the future marriage market and will be eliminated."

No, he felt bad when he thought that Lei had done this himself - didn't he spend a penny? Seeing others not losing money was even more painful than losing a lot of money. And it was all just plain porridge and side dishes. He had obviously won the bet, so why was he the one suffering?

Lai Yi smiled nonchalantly, "Thank you for thinking of me, Jundu. The patient doesn't even need to buy porridge from outside. I can just make an extra portion for you every time I cook. It won't cause any waste. Besides, patients are not qualified to be picky eaters. As for the taste... I think it tastes okay? I guess you are sick and your sense of taste is not good, right? Ah, in this case, you will probably have to continue to eat porridge and side dishes for a few more days."

Damn it! Every word of these words hurt his heart!

Saikai Haruto's face was completely distorted.