An entrepreneur who is glamorous and runs a business that has nothing to do with violence should have nothing to do with the other world.

But no one knew when a rumor started to spread among the organizations in the inner world.

The candy company owner named Roald Dahl owns a drug that can make people look younger.

In a hidden safe house somewhere, a man with long silver hair memorized all the information with just a glance and skillfully exited the email interface.

Only after watching the email automatically destroyed, making sure that there were no remnants of the intelligence in any part of the computer, did the man move his fingers indifferently and send a message to someone.

Not long after, a low-profile Porsche appeared in a rarely visited alley not far from the safe house.

Gin had been waiting in the alley long after Vodka sent the text message. Almost at the same moment when he arrived at the agreed location, the man who was still wearing sunglasses even at night drove up beside him.

As soon as he opened the car door and got in, the man codenamed Vodka asked the same questions as before.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Go to the nearest candy store."

After a brief silence, the silver-haired man gave his instructions in a concise manner.

There seemed to be a brief stagnation in the air, but this unusual moment was ended the moment Vodka started the engine.

Although he was a little confused about this place which was almost impossible to be mentioned by Gin, Vodka was very professional and said nothing. For him, he just had to obey Gin's orders and reach the destination as soon as possible. Apart from that, there was nothing else worth questioning.

When the two of them arrived at the nearest candy store, the pink-decorated store was almost entirely filled with young students, office workers, and middle-aged people with their children. The atmosphere was sweet and harmonious, and the two of them seemed to be some kind of outliers in such a place.

Vodka was a little hesitant and began to wonder if his elder brother wanted to go to the bookstore next to the candy store.

Although that place that was filled with a pink atmosphere for some reason didn't seem suitable for the two of them to go to.

But seeing that Gin got out of the car without hesitation and walked towards the candy store with a clear goal, Vodka didn't know what to say.

He just silently got out of the car swiftly before the man who had already got out of the car cast a cold look at him, and followed Gin not too far away, just as he had always done.

When they walked in, the candy store staff were busy replacing promotional stands and labels. Perhaps because Valentine's Day was approaching, all the activities seemed to be related to this couple's holiday, especially the chocolate area.

Perhaps they had anticipated the candy store's booming business in recent days, so not only the store manager but also the employees were happy about the promised bonuses, and even the business smiles on their faces when they greeted customers became much more sincere.

There seem to be too many customers here. Is it some kind of festival? Vodka wondered.

Because they were wrapped up tightly, they seemed to have attracted the curiosity of many customers. Even the store manager standing not far away gave them a disguised, inquiring look.

It seems that I was treated as a terrorist. Although there is nothing wrong in saying so, I still feel a little unhappy.

It wasn't until he saw the event sign that Vodka realized that Valentine's Day was just a few days away.

No wonder he saw so many couples on dates on the road today. He felt a little ashamed for his late realization.

Presumably, the eldest brother must have known this a long time ago. Looking at the expressionless silver-haired man walking in front of him, who seemed to have anticipated everything, Vodka's admiration for Gin grew even more.

But the gossipy nature of human beings still makes Vodka feel curious. At this special time, it is hard not to think of something in the candy store where most of the people are couples.

For example, buy a chocolate gift box and give it to someone.

Could it be that my elder brother has fallen in love with someone?

person?

When this guess came into his mind, Vodka was startled by himself and almost stumbled. He almost fell in the crowded candy store. Even Gin looked at him.

But the truth is not what Vodka thought. Gin had never expected that there would be so many people here before he came. As for the people he liked, that was even more nonsense.

He came here just to collect some information about some of the products of Dahl Candy Company, such as the ones he was holding in his hand.

There was no time to think about why Vodka had such a distorted expression, Gin's current target was only the mobile phone information.

As for the customers' attention, he didn't take it to heart at all. He just adhered to the principle of trying not to attract attention and speeded up his movements as much as possible, shopping like an ordinary customer.

Perhaps because their current behavior was relatively well-behaved, the young couple soon became oblivious to the people around them again. Even the store manager who had been very wary of them before turned his eyes away and continued to serve other customers.

"Come and help."

Vodka didn't know what he was doing, and Gin said coldly to the person behind him.

"Okay!" Vodka was startled by the "bang" sound caused by the silver-haired man's overly rough method of taking out the bag, and suddenly woke up from his fantasy and said quickly.

However, when he said the first word, he realized that his voice was too loud. He immediately froze and went back to work.

Even though what he needed to deal with at this moment was not a bloody corpse or a witness who needed to be activated, but under Gin's gaze, he still conscientiously carried out the feeling of the Kuroshirokai who was murdering and setting fires.

"That's all."

Gin scanned the names of the candies in the recommendation column, then glanced at the bag in his hand and said.

The amount of candies was not enough for two people to finish, and when they were checking out, the salesperson asked them some questions attentively again, although this was an unnecessary trouble for them.

"What is this?"

After finally getting rid of the clerk who tried to persuade them not to buy so much chocolate for the sake of their dental health, when they finally got in the car, Vodka, who was in charge of carrying the bag, suddenly found a piece of paper in the bag.

It was a piece of colorful paper that looked like a notice of an event in a candy store. The shop assistant had stuffed it in when the shop assistant was helping to pack the candies. It was also considered one of the store's promotional methods.

Vodka originally wanted to throw it aside, but was attracted by some big golden words.

"Inheriting the world's largest candy factory?" Because the content was too explosive, Vodka read it out loud without realizing it.

You can't blame him for this. This is even more outrageous than Coca-Cola offering to exchange 17 million Coca-Cola bottle caps for a fighter jet.

If it was an ordinary candy company, it might not have caused such a big shock to him, but it was very surprising and unbelievable that the candy company that put out such an advertisement was the famous Dahl Candy Company.

Not caring that his boss was right next to him, Vodka even took a closer look at the advertisement, wondering if he had dyslexia and had misread the words on the paper.

No one doubts that this candy company is the best in the world, because any candy secret recipe developed by this company is enough to make any candy company rich overnight. Even in Japan, the company's advertisements are everywhere.

Those imaginative candies would make people feel novel and sweet even without tasting them. Vodka thought about the samples he had seen in the store before.

Bird egg candies that hatch colorful sugar birds on the tip of your tongue when you eat them; magic bubble gum that can lift the bubble blower three inches off the ground; giant sugar balls that can be eaten with different dishes...

Even if you're not a candy lover, you'll know a thing or two about this company's products.

As for him

The other two colleagues who were snipers liked to buy some Dahl Candy Company's candies while they were lying in ambush waiting for their targets.

"Are you crazy?" Vodka almost spoke his native language in shock, but he swallowed the rest of his exclamation back at the not particularly kind look of the silver-haired man next to him.

"Drive."

The man codenamed Gin gave orders indifferently and took the advertising leaflet from Vodka.

Vodka enjoyed the murderous intent from the organization's top killer at close range because of his recklessness. He immediately dared not show the slightest unprofessional emotion, and returned to his previous dull look, driving without looking to the side.

While he was not noticing, Gin was lost in thought over the fancy flyer in his hand.

The man's finger traced over the words "Golden Ticket" and then carefully folded the flyer and stuffed it into his pocket as if it were useful information.

As for whether the amazing award had any impact on Gin, Vodka couldn't see it at all from the rearview mirror, which made him even more respectful to his elder brother.

This amazing prize is also part of the Haiyin Temple tour plan.

In this huge pond made of the world, Roald Dahl's candy factory is like the most effective bait to lure those fish that are always quietly foraging at the bottom of the turbid fish tank, but grow to extremely large sizes.

At the same time, it is also a stage needed for the Kaionji Temple tour. He began to feel dissatisfied with just carrying out activities in Yokohama, Japan.

Roald Dahl's vest allowed him to see more possibilities, and once the little king's vest assimilated the Red Temple's abilities, it would also become a higher-level combat force.

He had seen what kind of strange things the Special Ability Division possessed underground, but those were definitely not ordinary weapons that could be used at will.

His experience in the Red Temple made him realize that the organization that was once so powerful in his mind might not be as glorious as it seems.

An energy called ambition grew in his heart. Before this, such power was represented by something called faith.

But this did not seem to be out of pure ambition. Haiyinsi Suyou sat cross-legged on the bed and threw a handful of fish food to the goldfish named Sun Princess in the moonlight in the unlit room.

He wants to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can he save those he wants to save and become what he wants to be.

It has always been like this since ancient times. The powerful feeling makes people intoxicated. It seems that this is why he has made a certain determination in his heart.

The way the Special Ability Unit treats him seems to have a certain contradictory sense of separation, as if they are pushing him out on one hand, but at the same time they are eager for him to join.

It's like a circus training underage elephants, making them afraid before they grow up, so that even after they grow up, they are still willing to stay in cages.

He did not have time to think too much about the reasons why the Special Ability Unit did this. The protection from Li Buwei allowed him to be undisturbed during this period.

But he is about to go to Tokyo to become a so-called exchange student. There is no doubt that some secret tricks are being used. Only by keeping him under the noses of certain people will those people feel at ease.

"Then let them be in a mess and be helpless."

Haiyin Temple Suyou muttered to himself as he watched the goldfish hesitant about the order in which to eat the three fish foods.