Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

"Oh, he drinks rose milk and bird's nest in the morning and fish maw and milk jelly in the afternoon. Not only his face is translucent, but his entire body is translucent as well."

Binga was fed up with Gin following him around whenever he was stewing various tonics, and asked him to take him with him whenever he ate something.

There are also essential oils, essences, facial masks, and gin that you can put on your face for free.

Gin put one facial mask which cost 50,000 yuan per piece on his face every day for a whole month.

"Um... Gin, are you... so exquisite?" Chianti was speechless. She only ate the instant stuff. From what Binga said, it was definitely not what Gin was eating.

No...how could Binga know so much about what Gin does?

"You two live together?" Chianti's loud voice made half of the people in the bar look over.

"No." Binga and Vodka said in unison.

"My eldest brother and Binga are both injured and have been recuperating in the hospital. It must be provided by the organization's hospital." Vodka would never allow anyone to surpass him and grab the position of eldest brother's number one younger brother.

He wants to prove that he knows his eldest brother best.

He is the most caring younger brother to his eldest brother.

Even though I haven't met my elder brother this month.

I don’t know where my eldest brother went.

Bourbon, who had been silent, stared at Binga, then turned his gaze to Gin. He didn't expect Gin to be so handsome, so he turned to ask Vermouth, "Has he always looked like this?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that mature Gin would be more tempting." Vermouth stared at Gin nakedly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see what she was thinking.

Gin naturally felt it, looked at Vermouth with disgust, and said coldly: "Don't look at me, your eyes make me feel dirty."

Open your mouth and you will explode.

There was silence at the scene, and everyone looked at each other, doubting the authenticity of the gin in front of them.

Even Bourbon began to doubt the person in front of him.

Stereotype Gin wouldn't talk like that.

But...he is no longer the Gin of the past, the Gin who could quarrel with Binga three times.

If you can argue with Binga for an hour, you will be the top seller when you go out.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect you've changed so much!" Vermouth's expression changed for a moment. She also suspected that this was not Gin. After all, Gin's personality... he would never say such words.

Moreover, it was done in a tone that carried a sarcastic and direct attack.

What she didn't know was that when she and Binga were arguing, they used even fouler swearing.

"I haven't heard from you for a while, I thought you were gone!" Bourbon thought of Hiro's death and how Gin had his legs broken and had to do missions in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks.

As a result, Gin fired at Bourbon without hesitation, "I heard that you had an affair with Vermouth? You are really hungry! You would rather find a rhino horn than a normal person. Your aesthetic is as distorted as you are."

In the past, Gin wouldn't care at all, or would just snort coldly, or act like a burden.

I never thought that Gin would fire verbal shots.

Gin didn't want to do that, but he had just been almost killed by Binga, and it was their fault that they ran into the muzzle of the gun.

I've already scolded you, what else can I do?

Binga was holding a cigarette in his mouth and moving his upper body to the rhythm of the music, completely ignoring them. He glanced at Vermouth and said, "What an ugly face!"

"Some people are just useless. They stole the mission, and after so many years, there has been no progress, and they even lost the people. Alas, it is important for people to know themselves. The end of being stubborn is to become a joke."

If Gin hadn't taken care of Itakura Taku's task, he wouldn't have wanted to take over such a dirty task at all.

unlucky!

"I heard that your lickers took good care of you, or that the Boss rescued you? Tell us in detail."

Binga knows how to hurt people's hearts, and he has disliked Vermouth for a long time.

It should be said that he looks down upon every person in charge above him equally and he dislikes them all.

How could a piece of trash like Vermouth become the head of the American region?

What else can she do besides licking dogs?

Vermouth's face was gloomy and terrifying, and she looked at Binga with murderous eyes.

Toru Amuro, who was sitting next to Vermouth, had never seen Vermouth like this before. His eyes also fell on Binga, wondering what kind of hatred they had.

If they were to instigate internal strife, perhaps Kurokawa Yuuka would have a chance to rise to power.

"Hmph, Gin, I didn't expect you to let a guy who climbed to the top by stepping on others live for so long. Aren't you afraid that one day he will step on your corpse to climb up?"

Vermouth directed her attack at Binga and Gin. The relationship between these two is so good now that she is almost becoming the second Vodka.

She knew Gin well. He would not tolerate anyone around him having ulterior motives. The reason why Vodka could survive in his hands for so long was that she was obedient and loyal.

Obviously, Binga is not that kind of person.

"Humph, as long as he can shut up, I don't mind stepping on him twice. Why do you worry about it?"

In Gin's eyes, Binga was just throwing a tantrum when he stepped on him to get to the top. He often stepped on him in the safe house, so as long as he didn't make a fuss, he would tolerate it.

"That's right, Binga just has a bad temper. You, an old cross-dressing man, shouldn't think about my brother every day. If you want to have sex with my brother, you have to get past me first."

Vodka immediately stood up. Whatever the eldest brother said was right. Binga was also his younger brother anyway, so he was closer to him than Vermouth, the old cross-dressing boss.

The eldest brother didn't say anything, so he wouldn't allow anyone to sow discord.

"Alright, alright, it's rare for us to get together," Bourbon saw that something was not right and tried to smooth things over. Thinking of Kurokawa Yuuka getting a code name, he started to change the subject, "By the way, Gin, didn't the new colleague you brought get a code name? What's his name?"

Gin glanced at Binga and said coldly, "Kasasha."

"Brazilian rum?" Bourbon raised his eyebrows and looked at Binga. "What's the difference between that and Binga?"

"Humph!" Binga snorted, "Of course there is a difference. If I don't want her to live, she will die."

Toru Amuro didn't understand. Binga and Casasa are both Brazilian rum, or there is no difference between them. When did the code name of the organization become so random?

"Yeah, it's his shadow. I'll follow him in the future." Gin echoed, without any intention of explaining, even though his words were full of loopholes.

Chianti, who knew that Binga was Kurokawa Yuuka, kept his mouth shut at this moment, fearing that he would be killed by Gin and Binga if he said another word.

"I think it's okay. After all, there is always a price to pay for being able to enter the core so quickly."

After drinking a glass of wine, Ireland said that although he was not an intelligence officer, he had been in the organization for so long that he was somewhat sensitive to intelligence.

And Gin was so perfunctory about it, there was obviously something wrong.