That was not the original plan.
Toru Amuro was a little dumbfounded.
The Kashasha who plays with him is like a runaway husky. If he really messes around, Amuro Toru may not be able to hold the rope.
Immediately, Toru Amuro knew that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Because it didn’t take long for the weights on Kashasha’s hand to pile up crazily.
"Don't be stunned, Amuro, help arrange them."
The gray-haired young man didn't care about the eyes of others and poked Toru Amuro with his hand.
Five minutes later, the casino general manager came over. Kashasha was obsessed with placing the weights in the shape of Mount Fuji.
After all, it is a volcano, and there is still some technical content in making the top opening.
Toru Amuro looked indifferent and patted his temporary partner who was placing the blocks on the shoulder.
"Ah, I thought they could be more calm..."
Kashasha sighed unabashedly, nakedly expressing their true purpose of causing trouble.
Then the two of them were successfully invited into a room filled with big men in black.
"This scene depends on you."
The gray-haired young man also patted Bourbon on the shoulder and encouraged him.
When a room full of men in black wailed and the person in charge of the casino knelt in front of Toru Amuro and shivered, he finally realized:
Logically speaking, he, Bo Ben, is from the intelligence team and is responsible for the negotiation part; Kashasha is from the action team and is responsible for the force part.
So why is it his job to beat people up?
Also, why didn't he refuse when Kashasha called him?
Before Tohru Amuro could figure out the result, Kashasha leaned against the door and applauded enthusiastically and sincerely, interrupting his train of thought:
"It's amazing."
"If I remember correctly, in the original plan, you were supposed to do this part."
Amuro was smiling from ear to ear.
"You also said it was the original plan. The charm of plans is that they can be changed."
Kashasha spread his hands innocently, with a weight jumping on his fingertips. It was a coin exclusive to Hyakki and only circulated in casinos.
The silver coins were spinning on the tip of the middle finger of the gray-haired young man's left hand, and paired with black tactical gloves, it was quite a sight to watch.
"Since I took your part in the scene from the beginning, can we just go with the flow and make an exchange, right, Tohru-kun?"
Tooru.
Toru Amuro felt like the hairs on her hair stood on end, calling each other by codenames in public was easily exposed. Therefore, they all use pseudonyms. But that guy in Kashasha also shouted too much.
"This will make me doubt your strength." Amuro Toru challenged, "Aren't you good at taijutsu?"
Kawakamiji glanced at Bourbon.
The latter's face was still stained with a few drops of blood, and he looked quite fierce. The kind that belongs to a well-dressed beast, with a bit of elegant ferocity.
Not good at physical arts... Did Belmod tell this guy, or was it Rum?
Or maybe Bourbon was simply provoking and guessed right.
"It's okay, but beating people is a physical job."
Kawakamiji said,
"You guys in the intelligence team probably rarely get this kind of training opportunity. It's hard to let it go once you encounter it. I'm thinking of you, Tou-kun."
Toru Amuro has been a member of the organization for so long and has never heard such shameless words.
He couldn't hold it back and increased the strength on his hands.
The person in charge, whose arms were twisted and forced to kneel on the ground, screamed.
"Be gentle, don't kill anyone."
Kawakamiji reminded.
"If you can do it, go ahead, if you can't do it, shut up."
The gray-haired young man was indifferent and expressed his incompetence with practical actions. He was not ashamed but proud of it.
He turned a blind eye to the latter's condemning and contemptuous eyes.
There is also a chair in the room that the person in charge used to sit on and show off. Kawakami unceremoniously occupied the place with the best view and watched Bourbon asking questions to the person in charge.
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"Their leader is quite ignorant of current affairs." Bourbon sneered, "If we kill them, it may take longer."
The smell of blood in that room was too strong, so the two went to the second floor.
They were guided into the casino seating area by the waiter and occupied a semi-open private room near the bar.
The two left easily.
The person following the situation did not know the specific situation and did not receive an order from the person in charge of the casino, so he chose the wisest approach: wait and see what happens.
The bartender at the bar asked two guests:
"Dear guests, what would you like to order?"
"A glass of bourbon on the rocks."
"Lemon sparkling water with mint leaves, sugar and ice cubes, thank you."
Kashasha's painting style is always different from others.
"If we're going to get killed, we'd better go there as soon as possible."
Toru Amuro turned the wine glass in his hand. He asked for a glass of bourbon just to adjust the atmosphere. He had no intention of drinking it.
Neither did Kawakami Tsumugi. He used the coin to poke at the floating ice cubes in the sparkling water.
"Actually, I have a better way." Kawakami suddenly said.
"What?" Toru Amuro asked.
The gray-haired young man did not answer immediately, but moved to the side first, keeping a certain distance from Bourbon - a distance that he could run away at any time.
Then he took out his phone and dialed a number:
"Hello, Mr. Araki, sorry to bother you so late. Me? I'm at Hyakki now. There's something I want to talk to you about, about previous cooperation..."
One of Hyakki's businesses after his transformation is to sell goods for another organization. The name of that organization is very serious, called Araki Co., Ltd.
That is, an organization that owns a nearby bomb factory and has some connection with the winery.
In addition to affiliation, cooperation, and hostility, underground organizations also have the most common one: forced balance due to similar strength.
Just like Araki and Baigui, they maintain cooperation in business and do not conflict with each other in other aspects.
Although Araki's power was greater, annexing the latter would require some blood, so there was no action.
But this does not mean that Araki Co., Ltd. will not be moved when seeing Hyakuki being unlucky.
This is what Kawakami promised.
Araki Co., Ltd. gave up the medium-sized bomb factory under their control as a bait for them to deal with Qian Muyangtatsu.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Kawakami Tsumugi helped them capture Hyakki with minimal losses.
"I can deal with the leader of the Hundred Ghosts." Tsumugi Kawakami gave out the information, "With your people and my support, it will not be difficult to contain them..."
From the beginning, Kawakamiji did not intend to follow Bourbon's plan.
After all, Kawakami Tsumugi has been hanging out in Miwa Town for more than a year, and he knows a lot of people from all walks of life. Naturally, he needs to find acquaintances for cooperation.
Although the two of them were a little apart, Toru Amuro had good hearing, and he could pick up clues from Kashasha's words.
"Did you have a better plan from the beginning?" Toru Amuro asked through gritted teeth.
"Ah, yes, that's right."
After quickly finalizing the cooperation, Kawakami put down the phone and answered lazily.
Toru Amuro felt his fist harden.
It was impossible for him not to understand by this point.
Kashasha is teasing him.
"No, no, no, I didn't tease you."
Seeing Bourbon's thoughts, Kawakami couldn't help but retorted,
"Your plan is indeed the best solution to the current situation - given your incomplete information."
"You did not share information, Kashasha." Bourbon's voice was cold.
"Don't you? Don't deny it. I know there are still many things you haven't disclosed."
Bourbon laughed angrily and stood up from his seat.
He walked towards Kawakami Tsumugi, his steps slow and silent, his gray-blue eyes carrying the sharpness of a predator.
Kawakami noticed that the white bourbon collar was still stained with bits of blood, which had oxidized to brown.
The blond and dark-skinned young man smiled at Kawakami Tsumugi, and his smile was full of blood.
"Members of the winery's codename are strictly prohibited from killing each other."
Kawakami's muscles were tense all over, and his face was wary.
Bourbon's behavior clearly meant that he wanted to beat up his colleagues.
If we really fight, it's not like we can't win. Kawakami Tsumugi has an anesthetic needle in his sleeve.
But it's hard to take the Bourbon with you after it's fainted, and you can't leave it here, as it might be picked up by someone with ill intentions.
If such a reason leads to disputes or even injuries to colleagues, the gentleman will criticize him.
"Don't worry, I'm more kind than you." Bourbon said.
The sinister smile was replaced by a polite mask. Bourbon and Kawakami passed by each other and left the box.
