Chapter 64 IF Extra: The King’s Game at the Winery (Part 2) Absolutely…
Redraw the cards.
This time, Chianti was blessed by the goddess of luck.
She let out a "ha" sound and slammed the cards down on the table. Her pupils, shrunken with excitement, scanned all the people on the field. It was easy to tell from her attitude that she was eager to get started.
Chianti was extremely dissatisfied with Gin's perfunctory attitude earlier. Now that he got the joker, he would not give anyone a chance to escape unscathed.
Many people felt their scalps tighten when they saw Chianti's terrifying gaze.
Chianti's gaze shifted to the only unfamiliar face among the people present. It was said that he was a second-generation member cultivated by Gin himself. As soon as he got the code name, he was bound to act together with the other three code name members.
She had never had any contact with the other party, but she always heard about the deeds of "Black Label Whisky" in the organization.
Maybe she is someone that Gin likes, otherwise Gin would not have called her and Cohen to come and play games with the eldest lady.
A slightly nervous look licked at the other person, revealing an eager expression. Chianti narrowed his eyes slightly, and the butterfly tattoo under his eye moved.
It doesn't look like it will be as much of a spoilsport as gin.
Fushimi Kyoji accepted the fact that Chianti was staring at him well.
Whether it's receiving instructions or ordering others to do embarrassing things, she looks forward to the excitement of participating in group games.
As the king of the game, Chianti cannot see his own cards and does not know who each number represents.
She simply chose blindly, took out her lipstick from her bag, and named it with a sinister smile: "Then, let's let number 7..."
Chianti squeezed out a deep crimson lipstick and looked at everyone with ill intent.
"Groom No. 1, No. 3, and... No. 4."
Chianti added: "Don't wipe it off until the end of the game."
Fushimi Kyoji picked up the card in front of him, it was 2.
After confirming that she was not among them, she looked closer at Vodka's number.
Vodka generously showed her his cards.
It’s 8.
When he tried to look at Gin's cards again, someone pressed his forehead and pushed him away. Gin scoffed, "If you want to look, just look. Why are you sneaking so close?"
...I still didn't see it in the end.
Chianti, having already revealed his partner Cohen's cards, laid out his own, exactly as they were. Seeing the number 7, he laughed wildly, "Ha! It's not Cohen and me. Hurry and obey the king's orders!"
As Vermouth helplessly revealed card number 9, the identities of the three lucky spectators whose cards were unknown became clear.
Three bottles of whiskey: ...
"I can offer some friendly off-field help." Vermouth waved.
After everyone else looked over, she took out a tube of rose-purple lipstick.
This is the help!!!
Chianti smeared the faces of the three people one by one. It was not known whether they accepted the result or felt it would be too embarrassing to resist. No one resisted and the whole process went smoothly.
——But Fushimi Kyoji thought that it was closer to a kind of silence with a dead heart.
"It's done!" Chianti clapped his hands, his tone filled with satisfaction and joy at his own achievement. "I've noticed for the first time that you three are pretty good!"
As Chianti moved aside, three bruised and purple faces appeared expressionlessly.
Fushimi Kyoji was stunned for a moment, and then reacted in the next second. Although Chianti's hands had made everyone's faces look a little horrible, the original facial features of each person could still be vaguely seen.
It turned out to be her partner. I thought it was the monkey's butt in the zoo.
But why…
The situation became so tragic just after the second round of the game.
Now I can't feel the terrifying aura of high-end transnational criminals at all. It's a bit like a local bad guy being taught a lesson by a police officer who likes to enforce the law with violence.
"Gin-senpai..." Remembering what he had said before, not to stand too close when talking, he unconsciously leaned a little closer to Gin, raising his hand to cover his lips, "Can I request a replacement partner to be my partner?"
"Hey!" Amuro Toru shouted, unable to bear it any longer. "This reaction is too hurtful!"
Besides, what good will it do if you just cover your mouth without lowering your voice?
Amuro Toru's face was dark, although his specific expression could not be seen at the moment. He gathered the scattered cards from everyone's hands, paused, shuffled them in his hand, and redistributed them to everyone after shuffling them.
While shuffling the cards, he raised his eyes and gave Fushimi Kyoki a clear look.
Fushimi Kyoji also responded with a firm nod.
This was what they had agreed upon before.
Don't worry, Bourbon!
She has understood what you wanted to convey.
In this round, the king's crown fell on Fushimi Kyoki's head as expected by both of them.
Turning over the joker card representing the king, she and Amuro Toru exchanged a knowing look.
How to do it?
Did Bourbon just secretly change the cards? I didn't notice at all...
While thinking, Fushimi Kyoji turned over the joker card and his eyes were fixed directly on Lei.
Sorry, Ley.
Fushimi Kyoji thought silently and seriously.
If she lets you go, Bourbon, who was forced to climb over the wall and pick the lock because of her messing up the mission, will not let her go.
Toru Amuro tapped his index finger twice on the table, which was immediately caught by Kyoki Fushimi who was paying close attention to him.
No. 2!
OK, now we know Ley's number, the next step is...
"Then..." The King pretended to ponder for a moment, but the consistency of his instructions made it hard not to hear a premeditated meaning. "Number 2 and Number 6 will interlock their fingers until one of them becomes King!"
Well done Black Label!
Amuro Toru secretly thought.
The ratio of men to women present was 3:6.
There is a high probability that Lei will be holding hands with the man next, and this will continue indefinitely unless there is a king.
Killing someone and destroying their heart.
He could now understand Gin's mentality a little.
Although he seems out of touch most of the time, he is surprisingly reliable at critical moments.
Putting aside some minor shortcomings that are not serious, the other person does have some good points.
She has even always been friendly towards him, not as bloodthirsty as most members of the organization, and occasionally she would unconsciously reveal a side of her that is no different from an ordinary female high school student.
Toru Amuro turned his attention back to Lei, who was looking down at the cards in his hand.
Look, no matter how many times you see it, you are definitely number 2.
When shuffling the cards, he would remember the position of the joker and which card Rye would get.
The upper half of Toru Amuro's face was covered in shadow, and his entire body was shrouded in a chaotic aura.
Haha, Lei, prepare to be ruined.
Let me make it clear in advance that his displeasure with Lei has no personal grudges or any so-called jealousy.
It was purely out of dislike for the fawning look on the face of someone like Rye who chose to use sex appeal to please Black Label in order to leave an impression in front of Gin.
Bad behavior like that of Lai, which creates a bad atmosphere in the workplace, must be stopped!
"I'm number 2." Lei calmly showed the cards in his hand.
The others also showed their numbers one after another, but number 6, who was supposed to receive action instructions with Lei, did not show up.
“…”
Toru Amuro's pupils suddenly trembled.
Oops, just remember to pay attention to where the joker goes...
Forgot to remember what your cards are!
Black Label whiskey should be allowed to spend the rest of his life in prison. Number 6, holding hands with Lei, thought Furuya Rei without mercy.
Neither of them was slender, and neither of them wanted to hold hands. Their hands were more like a confrontation than anything else—just an interlocked version.
He could already hear Vermouth's delighted chuckle, accompanied by the wild laughter of the mad woman in Chianti.
There was no laughter from Black Label Whisky that would have made his face hot, which made Amuro Toru feel a little better.
With a "click", Fushimi Kyoji put down his phone as if nothing had happened, and two colorful faces were frozen in the picture.
...Let's go back today and start preparing for the raid on the organization.
During the torture he would remember to torture the Black Label with the Rye.
We must make this criminal realize that being number one in the police academy is also number one in interrogation.
"Bourbon is not convenient to shuffle the cards, let me do it." Vodka looked at the two people who exuded a terrifying aura but were forced to hold hands due to the rules, and offered to help.
The cards are not in Toru Amuro's hand, so there is no way to confirm who the king will be.
The joker went around in circles and ended up in the hands of the inconspicuous Cohen.
"Well..." Cohen said expressionlessly, his face expressionless. "Roll the dice to determine the number. Numbers 1 and 9 bite the ends of the pocky. If they eat a cookie that is less than the number on the dice, they pass."
Fushimi Kyoji lowered his head.
No. 9.
Before he could observe the others' reactions, Gin pushed his hand and turned the cards upside down in front of him.
Hey... Hey,
Didn’t you just say that you can look at his cards openly?
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