Jiang Lai felt that he had fully trained himself. He could do two things at once, acting and complaining in his heart at the same time.

The main thing is that the guy on the other side is really too much to complain about. Whether he is a real pervert or a fake gentleman, he has not integrated well, and the feeling of being half-baked makes people very uncomfortable. He is not as good as that guy Samuster here - of course, this is not an exaggeration.

Jiang Lai: Wait... why are you starting to comment?

If I continue like this, maybe I can write an "Encyclopedia of Perverts" and classify the perverts in it into categories such as N, R, SR, SSR, etc.

Maybe I will be the first person to reject SSR cards.jpg

With self-deprecating words flowing in his heart, Little Sheep Jiang Lai still looked nervous on the surface. He supported the pretending drowsy Amuro Toru and said in a low voice: "...No, no need, I don't need help, I can do it myself."

He gave a clear refusal.

However, Fukuyama Junshima still stepped forward, with an uncomfortable smile on his face: "Really, Watanabe-kun? You must be tired supporting your brother by yourself. Let me help you and lend a hand."

"No need...stay away from us!" The little sheep's soft voice was raised at this moment, and he deliberately suppressed his habit of speaking, as if he was deliberately raising it to intimidate the other party.

But in fact, it is no different from a small animal that stands up all its hair when threatened. It just looks more powerful than usual, but it doesn't change anything.

The brown-haired boy's clear eyes were fixed on Fukuyama Junshima who was approaching step by step.

Fukuyama Junshima's expression remained unchanged. He smiled and said in a deep voice, "It is impolite to make loud noises in public, Watanabe-kun."

He glanced at the blond man who was leaning against the wall, his head slightly lowered, with his blond hair falling down.

At this time, Toru Amuro could only breathe softly, with a smell of alcohol lingering in his body. He had no reaction to the lamb's angry remarks or his approach. It seemed that he was really in a state of intoxication with a blank mind.

Well, it seems that this good brother really can't do anything now.

Fukuyama Junshima's smile deepened slightly.

"...If you want to do something, if you want to rob, I can give you the money." The little sheep pursed his lips and took a half step forward to block the blond man, a protective posture, "Although I don't have much money...but I can give you everything, all of it."

The brown-haired little lamb stood in front of Toru Amuro, his childish face showing determination, courage and a bit of nervousness. He tried his best to keep his expression steady and make himself look imposing.

Oh, this is so touching. Before, it was the elder brother protecting the younger brother, and now it is the younger brother protecting the elder brother or something like that...

Fukuyama Junshima had a smile on his face.

Unfortunately, reality is not the plot of an inspirational drama, and he certainly would not be moved by such true and pure emotions.

——It just makes me more excited.

Fukuyama Junshima had some playful thoughts in his mind, so he deliberately stopped and looked like he was really thinking about the little sheep's words, giving him some hope.

"If it's not enough, I can get it for you when I get home. I won't tell anyone." The little sheep lowered his eyes and added. He looked very well-behaved, but his face showed a simple sense of righteousness, as if he was going to call the police when he got out.

——As expected, he is a child who has just reached adulthood. He has no idea how to hide his emotions.

Fukuyama Junshima showed a somewhat regretful expression, obviously not moved: "As for money, I don't think I need it particularly."

The brown-haired boy opposite him became nervous again. Fukuyama Junshima put on a kind expression and said, "Relax, Watanabe-kun. I have no hostility towards you. It's just that - seeing that you look like my nephew from abroad, I want to teach you a few more rules."

"..." The brown-haired boy did not speak in response, but continued to stare at Fukuyama Junshima in front of him with his dark eyes, his eyelashes trembling quickly.

"I know you're a good kid, but you don't know the rules yet. That's not good." Fukuyama Junshima shook his head, took a step forward, and said in a friendly tone, "Come over here, Watanabe-kun, I'll teach you more."

Jiang Lai: ...What is the name for a good kid? It's so greasy! !

Even though he was very busy acting, he couldn't help but spare some time to complain.

A look of vigilance flashed across the little sheep's face, but Fukuyama Junshima on the opposite side looked as if he had won the game with a relaxed look, just staring at the brown curly-haired boy with half-cloudy eyes.

The little sheep bit his lower lip, knowing full well that in this unfamiliar place, which belonged to the other party, such a stalemate would be useless.

Fukuyama Junshima continued to speak.

"Your brother just drank too much and will probably vomit soon. Otherwise, let him stay here for a while. I will let my bodyguard take care of him." The old pervert tilted his head slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes squeezed together with a smile. "Or, do you want to help him go to the room together?"

Perhaps he realized that it would be more dangerous to approach Fukuyama Runshima. Although he was filled with fear, the brown-haired boy took a deep breath, raised his eyes and said firmly: "I'll go with you. Don't bully my brother... It's all my fault."

The tender boy will also take on the responsibility alone to protect his beloved brother.

Fukuyama Junshima smiled and said in his heart: Not bad, not bad, I am helping the other person to grow, I am really an excellent elder.

"Watanabe-kun is a good brother and a good boy." Fukuyama Junshima clapped his hands exaggeratedly, then stood there, waiting for the little lamb to approach.

The brown-haired boy finally turned around and said, "Amuro-nii... I'm leaving." His voice was trembling and hopeful. He held on to the unrealistic hope that his brother could recover quickly and defeat the bad guys like the superheroes in the movies.

The key word "go" seemed to bring back some consciousness to the blond man. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the lamb. His movements were weak and feeble due to being drunk, but he still shook his head and held the lamb's wrist with all his strength, silently conveying something.

"What's wrong?" Fukuyama Junshima asked knowingly. He did not feel guilty or remorseful about the scene before him. Instead, he was full of joy and excitement.

"..." After feeling his brother's powerlessness after being drunk, the little sheep seemed to be more sober about the current situation. He blinked his eyes quickly, holding back some emotions, and then struggled out of the other's empty grip, "It's okay, Amuro brother. You wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

The little sheep smiled brightly and decided to face the abyss alone.

"If Watanabe-kun is willing to cooperate seriously and learn the rules, it won't take too long." Fukuyama Junshima straightened his khaki jacket, glanced at him with his half-cloudy blue eyes, and said with a smile, "Let's go, good boy."

The little sheep made up his mind, took a deep breath, lowered his head and followed. Fukuyama Junshima had already half turned around and was about to walk towards the door.

The little sheep walked to Fukuyama Junshima's side, not too far away. Fukuyama Junshima smiled and moved closer, saying in a gentle tone of an elder: "Don't be so unfamiliar, Watanabe-kun, I will teach you in detail later."

"..." The brown-haired boy did not reply. He slowly raised his head. There was no fear or tension in his eyes at this moment. Instead, there was an unexpected calmness.

This posture made Fukuyama Junshima look stunned, and he couldn't help but pause. The next second, he suddenly felt a strong force on the back of his neck, and he felt dizzy immediately!

The little sheep at close range quickly raised his hands and covered the other's mouth. Before Fukuyama Junshima could even utter a word of shouting, he was knocked unconscious by a fierce knife from behind!

Fukuyama was still immersed in his own script. Before he fell into a coma in shock, the last thing he heard was a soft but plain sentence:

"——You don't need to teach me the rules."

Those dark eyes looked down at him as he fell, shedding the disguise of immaturity and panic, revealing a heavy color in his eyes.

Amuro Toru knocked him unconscious from behind without making any sound, then grabbed him by the back of his collar to stop him from falling. There was not a single unnecessary sound during the whole process!

The blond man no longer looked drunk as before; his movements were smooth, his face was solemn, and he exuded the cold aura of a member of an organization!

Jiang Lai: Wuhu, accept the sanctions, perverted oilfield monster——

"Done." Little Sheep Jiang Lai looked relieved. He turned on the faucet, squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed his hands carefully. "I thought it was an SR, but it turns out it's just an R," he complained casually.

"?" Amuro Toru raised her head, "What?"

"It's nothing, it's just some nonsense." Little sheep Jiang Lai waved his hands and tilted his head, "This... how should we deal with it next?"

With the cooperation of the two, knocking the opponent unconscious was a perfect process without any noise or attention from outsiders, but the subsequent handling was another test. The consistent principle of the organization was concealment and blame.

"Give it to Malbec." Amuro Toru carried the unconscious Fukuyama Junshima to the sink, "I've already sent him a message."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound at the door.

"Oh? You guys are very quick." Malbec, wearing a brown windbreaker, walked in from the door with a bit of surprise and smile, "You saved me a lot of trouble."

"You're not slow either." Amuro Toru replied.

"Well, let's create some drunken drowning or falling accident." Malbec stroked his chin. "In a bar, this kind of accident is more likely. Many drunk guys will fall into the mop pool."

"Here are some remaining mixed high-concentration cocktails?" Jiang Lai stuffed the glass of water to the other party. Only part of the wine in the glass was used to create the scene just now, so there was still a lot left.

"Not bad." Malbec took over. "Then I'll leave the monitoring to you, Bingjiu. Trim the video, clean it up, and edit the photos. Is that ok?"

"No problem..." Little Sheep Jiang Lai said in a long voice, blinking his eyes, "This time, Bourbon and I are the ones rushing to the front line. As a combatant, these are all your jobs. I am so hardworking, brave and helpful, you must give me more of your salary."

"Okay." This request was reasonable. After all, these jobs were supposed to be done by Malbek. He nodded. "How much do you want?"

"First, suppose your salary is divided into a hundred evenly spaced squares," said the little sheep, "and then we divide it like this."

Malbek was holding the unconscious old pervert and responded, "Oh, I understand. But if you want to divide it into a hundred evenly spaced squares, do you need to be so meticulous? Give you thirty small squares? Then I'll just say I'll give you three-tenths of my salary."

He thought he was very generous, giving one-third of his salary to Bingjiu as a gesture of goodwill.

"No." But the little sheep shook his head. "Of course it makes sense to divide it into a hundred evenly spaced squares - I'll take ninety-eight, one for the bourbon, and one for you."

Malbec paused. "What?"

"Ah, you really can't accept it?" The little sheep looked aggrieved, put his fingers together, and said sullenly, "Well, then I can make a concession... I'm ninety-seven, Bourbon is one, and you're two, how about that?"

He blinked his dark eyes, innocent and cute.

Malbec: ...What kind of concession is this, you bastard Icewine! ! You are blatantly stealing money!

The author has something to say: Fukuyama Junshima: The script in my mind keeps moving.jpg

Toru Amuro: (Strikes quickly and accurately)

Jiang Lai: Wuhu, we finally defeated the oil field monster (nods happily)! The world is clean! !

Malbec: Are your hands made of gold, or are your clothes made of gold? (Huaqiang buys melons.jpg)

Little Sheep: Here, I’m here to steal money.