Throughout the whole class, Ginjiu deliberately made things difficult for Yu Jiang, but he himself had no such consciousness.
He just couldn't stand a villain like Yu Jiang, who was greedy for small profits and had no regard for priorities. As a killer, he didn't put his mission first. He didn't forget to covet priceless works of art while killing people.
Gin is a very pure bad guy. His world only consists of organization and work, and he cannot tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. Yu Jiang is the kind of person he hates the most, even more than undercover agents and traitors.
Under normal circumstances, for such villains, Gin doesn't mind sending them to see God after using them. It's a pity that Yu Jiang is a reserve member of the organization and cannot be disposed of at will.
That's why Gin had to ask Yu Jiang to answer difficult questions by name, hoping to find a reason to eliminate Yu Jiang.
It's just that it's not unreasonable for annoying people to become annoying people.
Faced with Gin's deliberate attempts to make things difficult, Yu Jiang's performance was perfect.
The plan to assassinate Kitani Masanobu was drawn up by Yujiang himself. Where there were loopholes, where they could be improved, and how to achieve maximum results at the minimum cost, Yujiang was already familiar with these things.
At the end of the class, not only did Ginjiu not get any benefits from Yujiang, but he was defeated by the opponent.
When he left, his whole body was radiating air conditioning.
Vodka followed Gin step by step, not daring to say a word.
Pisk met Gin head-on, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face: "How about it, brother Gin? I heard that you turned the actual intelligence class into an assassination plan class?"
"Before that, I want to ask a question first." Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Who is Yu Jiang?"
Pisk's smile did not change: "Didn't you already know about it? There is a new killer on the 'list' codenamed Ikue. I discovered his potential and asked you to send him an invitation to the training camp. Have you forgotten?"
"Why don't you invite him yourself?"
"After all, I am the person in charge of the training camp. It would be unfair to invite him directly."
This answer may sound okay at first glance, but Ginjiu knows very well how to organize these twists and turns. Even if Pisk personally sends the invitation letter to Yu Jiang, he has many ways to prevent others from knowing.
Gin frowned and guessed a possibility: "You want him to come to my group?"
Pisk was slightly surprised when he heard this, as if he didn't expect Gin to ask this question: "It's only the second week of the training camp selection. It's still unknown whether he can stand out and get a code name. Besides, your team is the most demanding in the action team, and you're just a newcomer. I want him to go, but you may not agree."
"Hmph." Gin sneered, "What you want is definitely not a spot in the JPN action team. The soon-to-be-formed special operations team is your goal, right?"
"Special Operations Group?" Pisker asked, pretending to be surprised, "What is this? Who wants to establish a special department in addition to the Operations Group?"
"Pisk, don't act stupid in front of me."
Gin passed him and walked towards the Porsche 356A parked in the yard.
The evening breeze brought Gin's last words: "If you don't want him to die too early, let him go away."
These words were a clear rejection.
But Pisk looked at Gin's retreating figure and showed a confident smile.
Gin, Gin, this organization is not your decision. If Yujiang is determined to join the special operations team, even Rum can't stop him, let alone you?
Pisk's only worry is that that boy Yu Jiang regards his good intentions as a donkey's heart and lungs, and would rather die than surrender, insisting on going out on his own.
Gin's special operations team is definitely the best starting platform for newcomers. After working as a model worker for two years, he will have beautiful cars, beautiful women, luxury houses, and status.
After making a name for himself, he used gin as a springboard, successfully promoted to the top of the organization, won the favor of the gentleman, and returned openly as Karasuma Ikue.
At that time, I, who was a helper in times of need, could also become a minister of Conglong and enjoy my old age in peace.
As one of the few people who knew Yu Jiang's true identity, Pisk finally regained some ground in this matter.
The elder has not only stayed in the organization longer, he probably holds more secrets than Gin has gray hair on his head.
But I don't know if it was an illusion, but Pisk felt that Gin's blond hair was not as bright as it was in previous years, and seemed to be turning gray.
Japan is so charming. Is it worth it for Gin to risk premature aging and dedicate himself there?
Pisk began to seriously consider whether he should also move his industry back to Japan, take advantage of the development, control the economic lifeline of the organization, and prepare for the young master to join the Gin Special Operations Team.
Yujiang was having dinner in the restaurant when he suddenly sneezed.
"Are you okay? Do you have a cold?" Qingchuan Yu asked with concern.
"It's okay." Yu Jiang touched the tip of his red nose, "Maybe it was burned by pepper."
Toru Amuro sneered at someone's undrafted lie: "Is there pepper in this?"
Ikue found Toru Amuro to be really boring and childish. Qingchuan Yu was probably very unlucky when he met an old acquaintance like him when he was reincarnated.
Quickly clearing the food on the plate, Yu Jiang raised his head and looked around. He didn't see the man who wore a knitted hat no matter what the weather, so he asked: "Where's Zhu Xingda?"
"I don't know." Qingchuan Yu took a bite of green broccoli and said vaguely, "He didn't come to the restaurant with us. He seems to have gone to the dormitory."
After that, he threw a packed scone to Yu Jiang very naturally and said, "If you go back first, help bring this to him."
Yujiang had a question mark on his head.
When he raised a question mark, it wasn't that he had a problem, but that he thought Qingchuan Yu had a problem.
Why can this guy do this kind of thing so naturally? It’s as ordinary as college roommates bringing each other meals.
Does Qingchuan Yu really know who he is and who Zhu Xingda is?
"What's wrong, is it inconvenient?" Qingchuan Yu frowned in confusion.
"It's okay." Yu Jiang took the packaging bag with a sullen look on his face, "I'll go look for it in the dormitory area. If I don't see anyone, I'll leave the scone for Zhuxing as a supper in the evening."
"Then it's up to you."
Yu Jiang nodded towards Qingchuan Yu, indicating that the other party should not worry about such a trivial matter.
But accepting it physically doesn't mean he can accept it mentally.
Walking on the way to the dormitory area, Yu Jiang still didn't understand how he could become like this.
If someone had told him a week ago that he would bring dinner to his annoying roommate when he arrived at training camp, Yujiang would definitely not mind tearing off that person's head and playing it with a ball.
And now, not only did he not laugh at Qingchuan Yu, he actually stupidly carried the food back to the dormitory!
