While the three of them were playing cards, Gin was drinking at Lupin.
A man in a black trench coat sat at the bar, drinking a glass of dark liquid with his eyes closed.
Dark wine, or...
Cahors wine.
The bartender is a curly black man who looks like a cowherd in his bartender uniform.
His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the muscles on his arms, his eyes always seemed seductive, and his smile always revealed ambiguity.
Quite deliberately dispersing his male hormones.
"Is this guest really not going to have a glass of Moscato?" He asked pointedly after standing behind the bar and serving a glass of vodka.
Vodka took the drink, looked at the slutty Moscato, and then at the silver-gray-haired man who was drinking with his eyes closed without saying a word.
No matter how charming Moscato is, he can't compare to his elder brother.
Why just refuse to admit defeat?
It's obvious that the eldest brother doesn't take Moscato seriously at all.
"You are such a ignorant man. I really don't know how those little girls fell in love with you." Moscato said in a sinister tone.
Today Gin went to the Cowherd shop where he was.
When Gin left, Moscato was surrounded by a group of women, hugging several on the left and on the right, and several lying on his back and legs.
Wine is being opened bottle by bottle.
Three whiskey towers have been erected.
Just when the atmosphere of ambiguity was lingering around everyone and everyone was playing an unspoken game together, a man in black pushed the door open and came in, bringing with him the cold wind, instantly attracting all the women around Moscato. Scared to death.
Moscato patted their shoulders one by one, trying to comfort them not to be afraid.
The women spoke.
"Is this also the new clerk in your store?" They glanced at the man with his own cooling field with ambiguous eyes.
Moscato's comforting words were stuck in his throat for a moment.
The store where Moscato is located is a Cowherd store, and the so-called clerks are also Cowherds.
Thinking about it this way, what the woman asked was actually... "Is this the new cowherd in your store too?"
Moscato drank the wine in his glass silently.
"He looks like a foreigner."
"With such a cold look... I really want someone to take off his clothes and see if his chest is also cold." The woman rubbed Moscato while looking at the man in black's chest, waist, and... …hang around.
It seems to be getting colder around here.
"Has your brain been eaten by a woman?" Gin looked coldly at the guy among the women who seemed to be intoxicated.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." Moscato cleared his throat.
"This is my friend, not an employee of the store..." He explained dryly.
"Wait a minute, he should have something to do with me." He got out of the crowd of women.
"Your friend, do you mind making some extra money?" When a woman took her hand away from his waist, she deliberately teased him with her fingertips.
Moscato:…
"My dear, isn't it enough for me to accompany you? It's so sad." He held the woman's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, looking at the woman with his eyes, and said in a low voice.
"But, you know, your friends seem to be more conquering than you." The woman looked distressed.
Moscato: ...To conquer gin? On what? Beautiful? A person like Gin would just draw a gun without hesitation!
Seeing Gin's aura getting colder and colder, Moscato had no choice but to quickly coax the woman, and then pulled Gin to the corner.
There was a poisoning and murder case in the store not long ago. If there is another shooting case today, his store will not be closed. He should go back to Italy as soon as possible.
"The reason why you came to Japan." Gin asked expressionlessly.
Moscato should not come to Japan unless he receives a mission that requires cross-border execution.
"If the reason is... it's probably because all the girls in Italy were conquered by me." Moscato thought for a while and said nonchalantly.
"I want to hear reasons, not lies." Gin's voice was cold.
"This is not a lie...Okay, okay, I understand, don't draw your gun." Moscato sighed.
"I said I just wanted to meet Master Kaa, do you believe it?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Are you that kid's dog too?" Gin showed an interested smile.
It looked scarier than when I wasn't smiling.
"I don't want you to say that. Aren't you the first dog?" Moscato said provocatively, still with a bohemian smile on his face.
"Ha." Gin sneered.
"Don't compare me to dogs like you."
"Go back to Italy as soon as possible, Japan doesn't need you." He said, turning around indifferently, his long silver-gray hair drawing neat arcs in the air.
Unlike these guys who call themselves Kaa's dog, Gin never thinks of himself as the other person's dog.
Even when the man pointed at Gin and asked Gin to swear allegiance to the boy, Gin didn't think that he would become his partner's dog in the future.
because……
That person said it himself.
[Gin will be your best gun and will aim it at other people according to your wishes. ]
Gin is a gun. This gun originally belonged to that person, and was later given to that person's heir, Cahors.
Because this gun works great.
What Gin has to do is to make himself useful all the time, and that's enough.
For guns, accuracy and lethality are the most critical.
"It's really unpleasant..." Moscato stared at Gin's leaving figure with deep eyes.
But Moscato also knew that Gin was different from himself, and even from other people.
Gin was the first gun given to Cahors.
It is also a gun that has the power to destroy other guns.
Later, no matter how many guns he had, Gin's status would not change at all.
These latecomers cannot even be called guns, but can only be regarded as lackeys.
Guns naturally have the ability to kill dogs.
Even though he has become the godfather of the Italian Mafia, he is respected by many families.
Moscato also still remembers that before embarking on the road to becoming a godfather, he was just a confused prisoner.
At first, it was just because of a chat with the boy who was still the leader of the church choir.
The young boy who was weak at the time met a boy who could see through people's hearts.
Moscato always regarded that encounter as a miracle.
Even if it turns out later that the other person is just bored and wants to watch a good show, he still thinks so.
Anyway...
To the gods, the world is just their playground.
A casual word or a wish is enough to change the future of countless people.
Moscato is willing to regard as a god the being who changed his future.
Isn’t it natural for humans to please gods?
Especially...when that god wants nothing more.
There were so many people in the world, but He chose Him.
This is a miracle.
Based on the world's population, this is a miracle of one in seven billion.
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