Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 365 Vermouth: Did you attack that gentleman?

Chapter 365 Vermouth: Did you attack that gentleman?

The fight was still going on. Gin quickly took off his hat and threw it to Vodka. He crossed his fists in front of his chest to block it, and with a sudden force he pushed away the incoming Furukaya Zero. His body flashed extremely quickly, and his fist went towards Furukaya Zero's head.

Fūya Rei leaned back to avoid the attack, and while dodging, he raised his leg high and kicked towards Gin's shoulder.

Gin knocked away the kicking leg with a punch, then turned his body and collided with Fūya Rei's fist.

The long white hair and the white silk ribbon intersected and staggered, the two of them entangled and fought madly, every strike was smooth and perfect, almost the pinnacle of close combat!

This is a fight that will make your blood boil! The sense of impact and smoothness are extremely high and amazing!

The rare feast of violence and the perfect body lines made Vermouth unable to help but drink sip after sip of wine to barely suppress the dryness in her throat.

Her eyes drifted towards the new Rei Furuya, feeling his awe-inspiring aura, and then she retreated silently.

Although I really want to challenge myself to do something difficult, I am also really afraid of waking up to find myself in jail.

Vermouth gave up with regret, and her exposed eyes fell on Gin.

The battle lasted for an hour, and the two big men took a step back, gasping for breath.

Vodka was extremely surprised that Big Brother and G ended up in a tie!

Gin's expression remained the same as always. He looked deeply at Rei Furuya, and walked towards the bar with elegant steps like a well-fed big cat.

He ignored the hat on the bar, and took a sip of the iced gin that Vodka had poured.

Then, he relit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly spoke in a cold voice, "The strength of this personality is acceptable."

Furuya Rei walked over slowly, sat back in his original seat, drank the coffee in his cup, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and said arrogantly, "I deserve this strength."

I should have been number one.

Whether it is the public security or the organization!

He said to Gin, "Next time, I will defeat you even faster."

Gin's throat moved, and he said lightly: "I'm at your service anytime."

Although he did not show any extra emotions, Fūya Rei could sense his joy at the moment.

Tsk, this guy also longs for a fair fight, no wonder Strawberry Daifuku was able to hold the other person off for so long.

Furiya Rei changed his sitting position, appearing more relaxed. He said to Vodka, "Give me a Bourbon."

Then he turned his head and invited Gin, "Have a drink."

Vermouth turned on the melodious piano music, and the gloomy stronghold instantly seemed to turn into an elegant bar.

When Vodka obediently placed the bourbon in front of Rei Furuya, Gin picked up the wine in front of him.

Jōgō Gōra understood and clinked glasses with him with a smile.

The atmosphere between the two of them became unusually peaceful, not at all as noisy or confrontational as before.

Vermouth's mouth twitched: ...When I thought about the two people on two different sides in this scene where they were putting aside their grudges with a smile, I suddenly felt that the world had become ridiculous.

After drinking, the atmosphere between the few people began to change, and it was time to talk about business.

Gin was the first to attack: "Did you attack that gentleman?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth, who was sitting behind the bar, also looked over.

Vodka, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, not understanding who he was talking about. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, pretending to be a potted plant, trying his best to reduce his presence to the minimum, and quietly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Furuya Rei tapped the table regularly, saying innocently, "Although I've been in the organization for three years and haven't been promoted in those three years, you can't accuse me of attacking my immediate superior."

He laughed unrestrainedly and ordered expectantly, "Since you asked such a question, it seems that the gentleman is in trouble. Tell me in detail and make me happy."

Vermouth pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth. While speaking, she carefully observed Furuya Rei's expression: "That gentleman can't be contacted. The island he was on has been erased."

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she said with a half-smile, "Or rather, that gentleman still exists, but he is not him. I suspect someone is impersonating that gentleman."

Gin put his hand into the pocket of his windbreaker and held the Beretta with the safety catch opened. His dark eyes stared at Rei Furuya, like a wolf staring at its prey in the dense forest.

Vermouth's expression turned cold. "G, I remember that some of your personalities shared memories, though they didn't explicitly mention it. You should be familiar with Arak. He had been following that gentleman around, and he suddenly became abnormal. I sent people to investigate the sanatorium island where he was staying, and they've disappeared from satellite surveillance, wiped out from the sea."

"Regardless of how the island disappeared, I asked Arak to provide a new address, but he refused."

"I contacted the gentleman through private channels, but he couldn't match the code words and his tone was wrong."

Vermouth said quietly, "Do you have anything to explain about this?"

Gin then spoke, his voice like an icicle frozen on the eaves, ready to fall and pierce someone's body at any moment: "G, do you want to tell me yourself, or should I take you to the interrogation room?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Vodka shrank his neck in fear and hid himself in the shadow beside the wine cabinet.

He can't afford to offend any of the three people here. It would be bad if he was accidentally injured.

Fūya Rei suppressed his smile, revealing a terrifying calmness. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he gently stroked the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and said calmly, "Don't test me. I don't care whether that gentleman is dead or alive, and I don't know anything about Arrack's situation."

"Just tell me what you want to do." He said calmly, but it seemed as if an invisible pressure was coming towards the two of them.

This place had been cleared out before Gin arrived, and even the bartender was Vermouth herself, so they were able to speak frankly.

After all, the three of them were high-ranking members of the organization and were deeply trusted by that gentleman.

Um, that gentleman is trusting their loyalty, trusting someone's mental illness and ability.

Only they could vaguely sense the changes in the upper echelons and the shocks in the organization. After all, the leaders who loved to stir up trouble were too quiet.

As for the second-in-command, Rum—

No one remembered to notify him, which shows how popular he is in the organization.

Gin sat on the sofa with his long legs folded, a nearly burnt cigarette between his slender fingers with a scar on them, and his other hand simply turned off the safety of the Beretta in his pocket.

His posture was lazy and indifferent, but there was not a trace of murderous intent emanating from him.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and sharp: "It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. We are not cops and don't need evidence."

He exuded a strong sense of danger and warned, "It's okay for you to be promoted, but the organization cannot be in turmoil."