Toru Amuro left Matsuda Jinpei's house with mixed emotions.
Walking in the cool night breeze, he looked back with a heavy heart at the floor where Matsuda's apartment was located. Seeing that there was no light coming from the windows there, he got into the car he drove.
The result of this meeting made him deeply feel the changes of time. After not seeing each other for such a long time, it seemed that they no longer had the kind of relationship they once had where they could talk about everything.
After sighing a few times, Amuro turned to racing as a way to vent his depression. No one knew what he did. The modified car engine made a deafening roar that only a racing car could produce.
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"Gin, why are you following me?"
Asakura stood in front of his car, leaning against the half-open door, looking at Gin who had just silently followed him from the training room to the parking lot.
"Vodka isn't here so you can't adapt?"
Somehow, even now, Gin still looks indifferent and refuses to let strangers in, but Asakura Makoto feels strangely like an empty-nest Gin.
Maybe it's an illusion.
As mentioned many times before, although Brandy is not keen on dealing with the organization's trivial matters, Gin's work has become much easier because of his presence.
There is no doubt that Gin is a restless person. When he has nothing to do, he occasionally gets involved in other cadres' affairs and provides as much help as he can...
Of course, he would never say such a refreshing reason.
Under the gaze of Ma Asakura, Gin opened the back seat of the car without changing his expression and got in without saying a word.
"Let's go, I want to see what you want to do." He said coldly.
This is a familiar configuration, with gin in the back seat and a cadre in the driver's seat.
Asakura, who had no choice but to sit down and hold the steering wheel, looked stunned. Later, he realized that the vodka was actually me.
"If I really want to go, I don't need to use a knife or a gun this time."
Asakura adjusted the rearview mirror, looked at the silver-haired man in the mirror and said.
"I'm just watching." Gin lay on his back.
"On the sidelines..." Gin's attire in the mirror made Asakura raise a brow. This outfit was so dark that it wouldn't be inappropriate to sneak into the studio and play the ace killer. When walking on the street, it will increase the chance of turning heads. special effects.
"Then you have to at least change your clothes. Do you want others to notice something wrong with your clothes?"
Under Brandy's persuasion, Gin opened the seat cushion on the left side of the back seat by the door and took out a set of clothes. The top was a plain dark gray shirt, the trousers were a pair of black slim jeans, and a pair of beige cloth. belt.
"and this."
After Gin finished changing, Asakura took out a black-edged and silver-backed headband from the locker in the front seat.
Gin took it, looked it over, and simply tied her silver hair into a ponytail hanging behind her back.
After the change of clothes was completed, Asakura commented: "Not bad, very suitable. It's just that the expression on the face is better to have a brighter smile, which will be more in line with the identity."
This requirement is really too much.
Gin tried for a moment, and finally a cruel sneer appeared on his face that would kill you in the next second.
Seeing this expression, Asakura looked guiltily at the road ahead - damn, using a disguise to fool Gin into disguise would not have been discovered.
"Well, it's nice to laugh, but it's better not to."
In silence, Asakura arrived at the destination of his trip——
Princess Law Firm.
"lawyer."
Gin glanced at the words on the sign and followed Makoto Asakura calmly.
"I came here this time to entrust the formalities for establishing a legal company."
Although it was unnecessary, Asakura explained it to Gin.
Because a legal company needs to be established, the organization’s lawyers cannot be responsible for the corresponding procedures. From the beginning, it is best to cut off ties with the black field.
"Isn't that guy from Pisco responsible for these things?" Gin asked.
"He is an incompetent person who harms the public and enriches himself. He will have to be sent on his way soon. I will take over the subsequent affairs of Bai Dao." Asakura answered on the way to the facade of the office.
There is a doubt in his answer, that is why BOSS asked Brandy to take charge. You must know that Brandy's current status is the leader of the underworld. If his footprints are involved in Bai Dao, wouldn't it mean that he has complete control of the entire organization.
At this point, what situation should BOSS be in, or is he really assured of handing over all the power of the organization to Brandy's hands?
Gin's reaction was quick, and combined with recent events, he quickly grasped the whole story.
"When Rum comes back, he will take your place and let you take charge of Pisco's work?" He frowned and expressed his guess.
"Absolutely. What I'm doing now is laying the foundation in advance so that I won't be caught off guard when Pisco dies."
As for the BOSS's arrangement, Asakura accepted the transfer calmly.
Gin recalled that there were basically no major disturbances within the organization. If Brandy had any dissent, it would not be difficult to directly split another underground kingdom based on his position.
Therefore, Brandy is indeed loyal and trustworthy.
After recognizing Asakura's true loyalty, Gin, who had always been ruthless towards outsiders, rarely felt some sympathy for Brandy.
This is the check and balance method of the superior. When Brandy really unified the black power of the organization into a monolith, his existence was a thorn in the BOSS's heart. Although the BOSS was sure that he would not betray, there was a foreign object somewhere. It's always uncomfortable.
Transferring Asakura Makoto to be responsible for things under the sun. Firstly, he is really talented and is the best choice to replace that waste Pisco. Secondly, he comes from an organization and will be limited by this no matter how big he becomes. There is no need to worry about being too big. .
"That's actually not bad." Asakura shrugged and said as if nothing was wrong, "I have long wanted to attack Pisco. I really don't know what this old man's expression will be like after half of his body is buried in the ground."
He really doesn't care about this kind of thing, and compared to the underworld, he will be more comfortable in the white path because he knows the history.
"You are very open-minded."
None of the parties involved expressed their opinions, and Gin could only say this, but thinking that Rum would weigh on him in the future, it was inevitable that he would feel a little gloomy.
"There are still two or three years left. Rum doesn't dare to come back so soon. He will at least wait until he can produce results that can save his life before he will consider returning."
Being ravaged in his own base camp was enough to make Rum frightened for a long time.
As for the transfer of responsibility for Baidao's business, I can only say that sometimes, taking one step back is to take two steps forward. When shooting an arrow, you need to pull the tail of the arrow back enough so that the arrow misses quickly and accurately.
Not long after, the two arrived at the door of the office, and Asakura knocked on the door twice.
"Hello, this is Ren Qingye, is this Mr. Qingye?"
The door of the law office opened, and a young brown-haired girl stood in the door and asked.
"Yes, it's me."
Asakura looked through the door and saw the queen of legal affairs sitting behind the desk.
