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

"Ah - help - you have no moral principles -"

When Moscato came back from playing outside, he saw Gin and Binga fighting again.

He sat silently next to Sable and Qin-chan and watched the two of them sparring.

It ended in a draw.

Moscato hugged his two partners on the left and right, and his eyes changed when he looked at Binga. This guy's way of killing people was really dirty.

Who taught him to kill people like this?

"Binga, who is your instructor?" Moscato wanted to know who taught him to be like this.

"My instructor? David, do you know him?" Binga took out two bottles of energy drinks from the refrigerator and threw one to Gin.

"David, David?" Moscato looked confused, then looked at Gin and asked, "Didn't David teach the women in the intelligence team self-defense?

Although he looked back at Binga, his head was full of question marks: "Are you sure it's David?"

"Yes, I heard there were a lot of beautiful girls there. I just got in and they started closed-door training. I was locked up there for a few months. In the end, I fought dozens of people alone. The instructor found me and threw me out."

Binga took a big gulp of the energy drink. He was not very happy when he thought about it. From then on, he had no filter towards women and no concept of not hitting women.

"Haha, you're pretty proud of yourself," Moscato said with his crescent eyes.

"He has been dressed as a woman for several months without being discovered by the instructor. That's not easy." Gin stood up to speak for Binga.

Moscato was not surprised. On the contrary, Binga looked at Gin as if he were a monster, wondering what evil ideas Gin had in mind.

After getting to know him for a long time, I found that Gin is not as cold and ruthless as he appears to be.

But... cold-blooded + narcissistic + full of bad intentions + likes to eat and drink for free + poor Japanese speaking skills...

Now, facing Gin's ridicule, he has become immune to it. After all, when talking to someone who is not good at speaking Japanese, it is enough to communicate, there is no need to care about it.

The tolerance for gin has reached the level of English of the code members in Bangkok.

The requirements are not high, and I can understand it.

"Yes, his women's clothing is the sexiest. The female members of the organization's intelligence team are not as sexy as him. I know this."

Moscato rolled his eyes, but he had never seen Binga dressed as a woman, so he asked, "When are you going to dress as a woman? Take a picture with me, and I'll go to Boss' in a few days to show off to him."

"Show off? What's there to show off?" Binga was puzzled. He usually didn't like women's clothes unless it was required for the mission.

Moscato blinked his innocent eyes and said eagerly, "Don't you know? Your women's clothing is the sexiest in the organization. It has become a check-in point. A photo showing your legs costs 100,000."

"what?"

Binga was completely confused, he didn't know his photos were so valuable. If he had known that, he would have done some mission. He would have just changed his face every day and asked the people in the organization to take photos with him.

"Well, it is said that Brandy is a big customer and has many photos of you. The price of 100,000 was inflated by him."

Moscato curled his lips as he looked at the two of them. How come these two were even more out of touch with the news than him, an old man who was just retiring?

The main reason was that Brandy felt so aggrieved when he returned, and in order to vent his anger, he deliberately avoided the eyes and ears of Binga and Gin.

Only those at the big boss level would dare to say it in front of the real owner.

"White! Brandy!" Binga took a deep breath, looked at Gin beside him, and asked, "Want to cooperate? Let's take a photo and try to earn out the funds for the second half of the year, and push all other tasks to Rum."

Gin pursed his lips, said nothing, took two steps back, picked up Sable and retreated. He wanted to save face, so he stopped at the corner of the stairs and threatened Binga: "If you dare to sell the photos, I will make you regret coming to this world."

"Oh." Binga automatically translated Gin's words into, he was too proud to cooperate.

"You're not angry?" Moscato stared at Binga in surprise. He was not like this a few days ago. He would curse at Binga as soon as he disagreed with something, and his curses were even dirtier than those of the street thugs.

"He's not good at speaking Japanese, so don't be too harsh on him." Binga said, picked up Qin-chan, pinched her ears, held her in his arms, rubbed her a few times, and then threw her out.

"Gin... you're not good at Neon?" Moscato blinked his eyes, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand. He wondered if he wasn't good at Neon either.

Gin's mother is Japanese, and he...is not good at speaking Japanese?

It's like saying that he's a Russian and his Russian is not good.

"Do you want to listen carefully to what you are saying?"

"Well, let me tell you, Gin and Brandy speak in the same tone. The teacher who taught them Neon must be a jerk. He taught them to speak in the same tone￥@$&%￥@-....."

Binga started to have a bad conversation with Moscato about Cricket Gin's bad Neon language, and there were a few things about Shirley and Gin, and Vermouth was obsessed with making Gin fall in love with him...

Moscato was stunned. He never knew there were so many gossips about Gin. He thought what he saw on the forum every day was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect there would be even more outrageous things.

But this also made him grasp the key point, and he interrupted Binga's chattering in time, "Stop, stop, what did you just say? Who said that Gin will not fall in love with anyone?"

"That bastard said it himself, what's wrong?" Binga blurted out before he could react.

"Then in what situation did he say this?" Moscato immediately grasped the key point. Who would say that they would never fall in love with anyone? That's crazy!

Especially this person is the taciturn Gin.

"I..." Binga choked and immediately changed the subject, "I forgot, I was just kidding, but it's true that Vermouth asked a sixteen-year-old kid to spend money on her. I saw it in the Dog Licking League. The kid almost went crazy when he learned that Vermouth was seventy years old."

"Oh~" Moscato still wanted to know the context in which Gin said this, and was not interested in anything else.

There are so many gossips in the organization, and some people say that Rum is a great beauty!

Although he was quite good-looking when he was young and was a good intelligence officer, he became bald after he was forty.

There are too many melons about Vermouth and I don’t want to eat them at all. Rumor has it that she is the Boss’s favorite woman, but none of these old people believe it at all. They are just fooling the young people.

The Boss has never liked the charming type like Vermouth, and he even feels that he is unclean if he is touched by Vermouth.

At this time, Vermouth had just finished torturing someone in a secret interrogation room of the organization.

"Hey, do you know what an angel is?"