Do you want to continue pretending?
There's nothing to pretend, it's too embarrassing to pretend you don't recognize him.
But after removing the card of [Dark Temperament (SSR)] that maintained the relationship, Mescal still seemed to have no doubts about his identified identity.
"Yeah." Lianye responded with unclear meaning.
The black-haired young man smiled half-heartedly and chose a seat among the group of people to sit down. "Sorry, I encountered an accident on the way and kept everyone waiting for a long time."
He smiled harmlessly.
"Of course, being late is my dereliction of duty. You can also report it to Gin. After all, all living beings are equal before the rules."
Reporting is one thing, whether there is punishment or not is Gin's business.
Anyway, Gin doesn't want to see him at all because of what happened before. The biggest difficulty now is to deal with these three bottles of undercover wine. How to kick Shuichi Akai and keep the two at the same time is also a problem.
Suppression in the workplace, wait until Shuichi Akai himself is exposed?
No, it's a bit mean, and it's not a top choice. Besides, direct and frontal suppression seems to be the style of cannon fodder and villains. It's not convenient to manage this character. I need to think about it again.
Before the Whiskey Trio could react, Mescal's face suddenly darkened, and his sinister eyes swept over these strangers. He laughed, "Sir, how dare they..."
"Dah, don't threaten. Mescal, I thought you would know that I don't like threatening others." The black-haired young man stopped this uncivilized practice in time.
Mescal nodded: "Okay sir."
It was clearly intended to stop the violence, but it did not have the desired effect at all, or in other words, the stoppage would not have any effect at all.
Only a fool would interpret it as the superficial meaning, while the brains of smart people have already made all kinds of twists and turns.
Toru Amuro and Hikari Midorikawa looked at each other.
Including Zhu Xingda, they don't really think that the true meaning of ice wine is that Mescal is not allowed to threaten her in front of her, but that she doesn't have to threaten verbally, and she can do whatever she wants behind the scenes.
Sure enough, this is in line with the ruthless style of the organization. On the surface, he talks about doing bright things, but behind the scenes he is more ruthless than anyone else. It is undoubtedly very suitable for hiding in the dark night under the light.
…
I was a little bored last night.
It's easy to make mistakes. He hadn't thought about his new character yet. Mescal's move directly disrupted his planned plan.
The whiskey trio looked calm and calm, and after just a few seconds, they finally suppressed all the speculations in their minds.
Toru Amuro was the first to attack. He glanced at Mescal and said with a smile: "What a coincidence. I don't like threats either. I don't want to force Mr. Mescal to threaten me."
"You think so, Mr. Icewine?"
The blond young man had dark purple-grey eyes, and he seemed to be looking at the boy in front of him, who was about the age of a high school student, very seriously.
He looks so much like Kurosawa Night, except for his face.
"Yeah." Lian Ye simply responded again, drooping his eyelids to hide the slightly pulsating emotion in his eyes.
Facing the same period, fortunately, I had met Date Hang and Hagihara Kenji before, so I was mentally prepared in advance, and the body I was using was not Kurosawa Ryuya's, so there was no need to worry too much about losing the vest.
Now it's better to be concise and concise. People's brain function is very strong. The main reason is that he hasn't thought of a perfect character yet.
——Who is enough to make Gin regress, Brandy, and Mescal, who is notorious in the organization, to be his dog temporarily?
Ah no, slip of the tongue, not a dog, but a direct subordinate.
Brandy's cub? Gin's cub? These random thoughts just came up, and they were immediately rejected overnight. They were not suitable for their age.
Midorikawa Hikari withdrew his gaze and gathered his thoughts.
He also felt a lot like Kurosawa Ryuya, and he believed that Zero felt the same way. He did not rule out the possibility of disguise, but to put it into perspective, how could a contemporaneous figure who had been missing for a long time appear in a criminal organization?
He didn't want to think too deeply about this ridiculous idea.
That's disrespectful to Kurosawa Night.
The air was dull for a few seconds, then Midorikawa Hikaru picked up the topic and said, "So that's it. I guess Mr. Mescal won't threaten us intentionally or unintentionally, because Mr. Icewine will probably be angry because of this."
Zhu Xingda glanced outside the door indifferently and remained silent.
"Hmph, take care of yourselves." Mescal said coldly.
"It's our first time meeting, so let me introduce myself. I'm icewine, you should know what I'm here for." Lian Yeben took out some greeting gifts from his pocket, but at least changed the subject and delayed it for a while.
Unexpectedly, he took out a pack of cigarettes. It was a bit embarrassing to put the cigarettes back into his pocket in front of everyone.
Dama!
You can’t lose face with ice wine! ! !
He trembled his fingertips slightly and calmly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He still had to pretend to be cool.
The next second, Moro Hoshida, who had always been taciturn, suddenly moved.
He took out the lighter very consciously, stepped over before everyone else, bent down respectfully, and lit the cigarette in his mouth for the ice wine without expression.
This kind of young man's style seems to be very skilled, and he knows the rules of the world, but he doesn't look like an FBI at all.
He didn't react even at night and almost choked: "..."
Who asked for your order? !
There’s no need to be so polite!
Looking at the expressions of Mescal next to him and the two people at the same time, they were all staring at this scene, and they seemed to feel very sorry for not coming up first to light the cigarette for him.
Don't grab it, don't grab it, I won't smoke again in the future.
Lian Yeyun Danfeng gently took the cigarette off with two fingers, crushed it into the ashtray placed on the coffee table, and sighed: "Thank you, but this cigarette is not very good, so I won't smoke it anymore."
Zhuxing nodded: "If you need it, I can buy you the best cigarettes that are most suitable for you."
Overnight.
Lian Ye didn't know if it was okay, so he responded lazily: "Yeah."
He had seen Mescal say these kinds of things too many times in the past year, but fortunately he had developed a small amount of antibodies to them, so he would not suffer from embarrassing cancer.
At this time, the door swung slightly, and the sound of labored breathing was heard.
A bloody hand grabbed the bottom of the door, leaving a scarlet handprint. The ground was also stained with blood. The wind blowing in through the crack of the door brought a subtle smell of blood lingering on the tip of the nose.
Everyone present except Lian Ye was slightly surprised.
Turns out he's not dead yet, did he deliberately not kill him?
What's the purpose of this?
Toru Amuro stood up and smiled gentlemanly: "Sir, forgive my presumption, is this person part of your last order? May I ask, what can I do for you now?"
Lianye smiled and said lightly: "No, he is just an unlucky driver. I was afraid that he would run away temporarily and I only shot him in the thigh. I promised to let him take a good look at his more beautiful face."
I didn't want to bring the driver over at first, but then something like that happened, so I might as well make the best use of everything to give myself a little more personality.
The original plan was:
After coming in and saying a few words, he turned around with a smile and went to try to establish his character, but in the end it backfired.
However, it doesn’t seem right to let two Japanese police officers take action.
The black-haired young man turned around and said: "Zhu Xing, kill him."
He smiled and said: "By the way, let him see your face clearly."
At that moment, the side face partially obscured by black curly hair gave Amuro Toru and Midorikawa Hikari a strong sense of Matsuda Jinpei's sight.
