Everyone didn't know who the unchanging and boring person Tsushima Shuji was talking about was, but they could also hear the displeasure in the other person's words.
So no one even answered the call for a while. Large areas of white buildings like clinics and laboratories would make people feel uncomfortable and cold. At this moment, the coldness seemed to have accumulated for a long time, and instantly swarmed up and surrounded everyone.
Shuji Tsushima, who had single-handedly made the atmosphere so cold, didn't seem to have any intention of relaxing the atmosphere. He was just minding his own business, humming a song that no one knew.
When everyone stopped at the cultivation cabin where Laphroague was lying, the atmosphere had almost become soothing again.
Chablis stepped forward and bent down to press the button on the side of the training cabin. With a click, the hatch of the training cabin slowly opened, and white mist overflowed from the cabin, giving off a chill.
"What's Laphroaig's personality like?" The man with blond hair, gray eyes and gold-rimmed glasses asked Scotland as he looked at the half-open training cabin.
Although Scotland's smile hides a knife, most of the time, the other party is the best to communicate with. Shuji Tsushima sometimes needs to rack his brains to think about the true meaning of what he says. From time to time, he will lightly say a few words that seem to be sarcastic but not sarcastic, while Bourbon... is 100% sarcastic, and there is no such thing. When you talk nicely, you hear words that make you want to hit the other person.
Only Scotland is the easiest to communicate with. Scotland, whom Kitagawa Murakami thought was the best communication, smiled.
"You can think of him as...a serious version of bourbon." He said with a slight teasing smile in his voice.
Kitagawa Murakami adjusted his glasses and looked at the training cabin. The white mist cleared, and he saw the figure in the training cabin.
It was a young man with short red hair that looked like blood and a fair complexion. Even if his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were wrinkled from beginning to end, giving people the impression that he was suppressing certain emotions at all times. impression.
It feels a bit difficult to get along with. Osamu Kitagawa gave his first impression of Laphroaig.
"Which one is more difficult to get along with, him or Bourbon?" So he asked again.
"Humph." Bourbon's reaction was to sneer.
"In this case... it should be about the same, right? Laphroaig sometimes... is a little more impulsive." Scotland smiled slightly and said with a slight pause.
Hmm...for example, if Laphroaig doesn't like someone, he won't taunt him in a weird way, but will simply attack the person face to face with words, and even...will silently use bombs to kill the person he doesn't like. Blast to death.
Bourbon is relatively patient. Of course, it was La Frogby who seemed more patient.
"More impulsive?" Kitagawa Murakami felt that the impulsiveness in Scotland's mouth was not a simple bad temper.
But the more dangerous kind... His eyes fell on Laphroaig's face and remained motionless until the other person opened his eyes.
There was no confusion as he had just woken up, but an extremely calm look in his eyes.
"How many days has it been?" He sat up from the training cabin, raised his hand in front of him, clenched his fist and asked, then looked down at his naked upper body.
It seemed that there was no change at all, but... Laphroaig stood up and walked out of the training cabin. He didn't look back when he passed Bourbon, but the next moment he passed by, he quickly turned around and punched the opponent.
Bourbon responded quickly by turning his head to avoid the punch, and the wind of the punch caused his hair to sway.
"Are you going to perform a fight show for us just after you wake up?" Shuji Tsushima raised his phone in anticipation.
"Since Laphroaig is not wearing a shirt, Bourbon, you should also take it off, just like when Negroni participated in the competition..." He enthusiastically gave Bourbon suggestions.
Bourbon subconsciously buttoned up the buttons he had unbuttoned. Negroni...heh. The video of that guy playing against his opponent has been reviewed several times by the female members headed by Chianti.
From the opponent's chest muscles, biceps, abdominal muscles, to thigh muscles and...the only place that is covered.
There is no place that escapes the comments of the female members. Negroni no longer speaks in the chat room.
Bourbon didn't want to end up in that situation. Laphroaig's eagerness to find someone to practice his skills with was also slightly stagnant.
Although I don’t know what Kaa is talking about, I always feel that it is not a good thing. He looked around and found the clothes he had thrown aside before. He picked them up and put them on before feeling the inexplicable coldness disappear from his body.
"Who is he?" After putting on his clothes, he had the leisure energy to pay attention to people he didn't know. His eyes stayed for a moment on the glasses he was wearing and his smiling, polite face.
The fake identity Akai Shuichi used also wore glasses and had a smiling expression. A guy who is the same as the other person is definitely not a good person.
He gave his first impression of Kitagawa Murakami.
"This is Laphroaig, of course you can also call him by his name, Sora Sakai, he is our colleague."
"This is Kitagawa Murakami, a black doctor and underground intelligence dealer Gome. By the way, he is my current psychiatrist." Tsushima Shuji introduced the two of them enthusiastically.
The man with red hair and blue eyes, a gloomy and violent appearance, and the gentle scum with blond hair and gray eyes looked at each other for a moment.
"Why is he here?" Laphroaig did not hide his dislike for Kitagawa Murakami.
"He wanted to make a deal with me, but I told him that you are more suitable to complete the deal with him." Shuji Tsushima glanced at Kitagawa Murasu before speaking to Laphroaig.
"Are you interested in hearing the follow-up content of the transaction?" he asked with a smile. It was as if Laphroaig would stop talking if he wasn't interested.
"You seem to want to try your skills with others..." Kitagawa Murakami also took the initiative to speak. He observed something from Laphroaig's previous attitude of attacking Bourbon as soon as he woke up.
"I have a very skilled person here, do you want to try it?" He asked with a gentle smile. Laphroaig first looked at Kitagawa Murakami, and then at Tsushima Shuji.
Although he didn't speak, his eyes were asking Tsushima Shuji.
"There is nothing wrong with what he said. There is indeed a person with very good skills..." Shuji Tsushima touched his chin and nodded.
Rum is indeed a human being, and his skills are indeed pretty good. Kitagawa Murakami is not talking nonsense.
"It's just about identity..." Tsushima Shuji lengthened his voice in an appetizing tone.
"It's just our good colleague Rum~" he said happily, clapping his hands. He looked relaxed and comfortable, as if he was joking, but the kite-colored left eye outside the bandage was clearly indifferent and unruffled.
With a depressing desolation. It was not something strange that could be described as murderous intent or hostility.
"Rum...oh." Laphroaig nodded, assessed Rum's strength, and nodded.
There should be no need to doubt the strength of the base wine. For Laphroaig, the stronger the target, the better. Better to be stronger than Shuichi Akai.
