Bourbon's sneer disappeared without a trace the moment Butler Tanaka pushed the door open.
In one second, he became a reliable bodyguard after training.
But Butler Tanaka didn't even look at him and ran straight to Tsushima Shuji.
"Master Shuji..." Butler Tanaka looked up and down the boy's body with a worried look on his face.
"You're not hurt, are you? Are you scared?" Butler Tanaka asked with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine, but Toru-kun..." Tsushima Shuji frowned slightly.
"He was injured trying to save me." Tsushima Shuji glanced at Toru Amuro, who was openly holding a freshly bandaged wound without any clothes on.
"This is what he should do." Butler Tanaka just glanced at Toru Amuro.
"Even if he dies because of saving you, it's his due." The old man with neatly combed gray hair said.
By the way, he gave Toru Amuro another look.
Toru Amuro, who understood in almost a second, nodded.
"It's my honor." He said sincerely.
After going through the so-called bodyguard training, it was easy for him to say something like a loyal dog.
Even if he complained in his heart that the Tsushima family's bodyguards were like dogs or like mindless robots, it would not affect him from imitating other bodyguards and acting like a robot in front of Butler Tanaka.
Because if he doesn't do this, he will be taken back for the so-called bodyguard training, or brainwashing course.
"But someone actually dares to attack you..." Butler Tanaka's eyes were sharp and suppressed his anger.
"I will find people and make them pay the price." He promised word for word.
Oh well, things are getting interesting.
The corners of Toru Amuro's mouth raised slightly, and Midorikawa Mu looked at Butler Tanaka.
Find that person and make them pay? Want to grab gin?
This is a bit difficult.
After all, there are so many institutions in various countries, but none of them have successfully caught Gin.
How would Tsushima Shuji respond?
Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa looked at Shuji Tsushima at the same time.
The black-haired boy with wild eyes just laughed softly.
"No need, Butler Tanaka."
"It's just a game."
He wrote lightly as if he was too lazy to pretend.
"Even if it's a game, you shouldn't put yourself in danger..." Butler Tanaka just said with disapproval.
"But in this case, there is no sense of participation." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes and his voice was a little ethereal.
If there is no sense of participation, what is the meaning of the so-called game and the so-called script?
This world is his amusement park, but no matter how big the amusement park is, he will get tired of it.
Countless many once-glorious amusement parks have eventually become neglected ruins.
"I'm so bored, Mr. Tanaka." The black-haired boy with wild eyes said to Butler Tanaka as blankly as a helpless child.
"I'm so bored," he repeated again, as if speaking to another person through Butler Tanaka.
"...I'm sorry..." Butler Tanaka had a complicated expression on his face.
"Even so... I still want you to live in this world."
"Please forgive my selfishness..." Butler Tanaka lowered his head and said.
Tsushima Shuji also lowered his head little by little, his eyes dark and showing no emotion at all.
"This is the only thing I will never forgive."
"How can you understand that forcing people will only make people disgusted..." He sighed.
Butler Tianzhong was quiet and said nothing.
"I was sniped in broad daylight. The police should give an explanation for this matter. It is their responsibility to protect the safety of the people, isn't it?" Shuji Tsushima no longer dwelled on this topic, but just changed the subject.
"I'll leave this matter to you, Mr. Tanaka." The expression on his face became relaxed.
"I understand, this is really too dangerous, and they must give the Tsushima family an explanation." Butler Tanaka's expression was also very serious.
"Will the next meeting... continue?" Butler Tanaka asked.
"Continue." Tsushima Shuji took out a pen from his clothes, put it in his hand and turned it around in boredom, and said.
The more people's hearts are in turmoil, the more those in power need to step in to stabilize people's hearts.
If people cannot be stabilized in time...rights will fall apart.
Although Tsushima Shuji does not care about this, he must show to the outside world that he cares about Tsushima Club.
He is a responsible and steady president.
"Inform them that there will be a meeting in fifteen minutes." Shuji Tsushima ordered.
"I understand." Butler Tanaka bowed and left.
After the other party left, Toru Amuro's sitting posture became carefree again, and the image of a taciturn and reliable bodyguard was completely gone.
"You just told him this was a game? Aren't you afraid of his betrayal?" Bourbon said. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, even he felt funny.
Will Butler Tanaka betray Shuji Tsushima?
No matter how you think about it, it feels incredible.
"I just said this was a game. I didn't say I knew the sniper, or that I was the one who found the sniper." Shuji Tsushima looked confident.
"At best, it's considered that he doesn't care about his own life."
"And this matter... everyone who knows me knows about it," he said casually, spreading his hands.
After all, he didn't commit suicide again and again for nothing.
People who know him well know that he does not take his own life seriously. Even if they know that he treats the sniper assassination incident as a game, they will not have any unexpected thoughts.
"Wow, there's no leakage." Bourbon clapped his hands in praise.
"Let's go to the meeting. The injured have the right to stay here and rest." Shuji Tsushima stood up and walked towards the door. He even reminded him very tolerantly when passing Bourbon.
But he was not appreciated.
The blond man put on his clothes and followed Tsushima Shuji out.
"Being disheveled will embarrass the Tsushima family." Shuji Tsushima pointed to the bloody hole on the other person's shoulder.
"I knew you weren't that kind." Bourbon sat back on the sofa.
Concerned about the injured? Oh, it's just because his clothes are torn.
Only a person who is extremely hypocritical would tell every lie as if it were true.
However, the news that Shuji Tsushima was sniped should have spread by now, right?
Did the police get the news?
You can try it out.
[Not long ago, the organization took action. ——zero (zero)]
Bourbon sent such a text message with the urge to perform, or the anticipation of watching a good show on his face.
【Did you make it? Mr. Fangtani? 】
Kazami Yuya quickly replied with a message.
But Bourbon didn't pay attention, and just looked at the brightness and darkness of the mobile phone screen, as messages came in one after another.
"The show is about to begin." The blond man took out a cigarette and lit it, but did not smoke it. He just watched it burn out.
