Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Kawaguchi, who was nailed to the wall, had a pale face. The blood on his shoulder flowed down his body, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the carpet under his feet, leaving a dark red spot on the brown carpet.

He looked at the blond young man, whose aura was completely different from before, endured the pain, and asked with a distorted expression: "Which faction are you from?"

It was the first time he had seen someone act so well, portraying the complete opposite.

The blond young man he was attracted to was soft and fragile, and could only be dominated by power and the strong. He couldn't even hide his emotions, and could only suppress all his resentment and pain, leaving only a ridiculous bit of self-esteem.

There is no doubt that he is a forced and naive little poor thing.

But the blond young man at this moment had a powerful and calm aura. He did not reveal any murderous intent, but just a smile on the corner of his mouth was enough to make people tremble with fear.

If he had met someone like this at the beginning, he would never have dared to have any delusions, and would not even dare to look at him for a second.

But there is no if, because he was their target from the beginning.

Kawaguchi looked at Furuya Rei with a complicated expression, as if he knew that he was doomed today, and he didn't say anything to beg for mercy.

He laughed and said intermittently: "I am truly honored to be able to use your honey trap on someone like you..."

He looked meaningfully at the ambiguous traces on Furuya Rei's body and said gloatingly, "He really spent a lot of money."

Jiang Gu Ling's face turned dark. He was really talking about something that was not related to the topic.

It was the first time he had used a honey trap since graduation, but he was seen by his classmates. He was so embarrassed that he still can't get over it.

Feeling where Kawaguchi's gaze was passing, Furuya Rei subconsciously touched his neck and wrists, then slowly raised his head and looked at the embarrassed man.

He took off the yellow handkerchief on the left breast of his suit, lowered his brows, and slowly wiped the blood from his hands. His voice was soft: "You don't have to provoke me."

After wiping it clean, he threw the dirty towel on the ground, spread out his right hand, and in his palm lay a small syringe that came from nowhere.

His hollow eyes were clearly blind, yet they seemed to see through everything. The smile on his lips was gentler than the morning sun. "Now let's enter the game of 'I ask, you answer.'"

Although he couldn't see, he could listen carefully and feel the blood circulating in the body in front of him. He inserted the needle into the other person's artery with accurate precision.

This is the new type of truth serum he specially requested from the laboratory.

Team leader Kawaguchi felt a sting on his neck, as if he had been stung by a bee. He felt pain for a moment, and angrily asked, "What did you inject me with?"

Furiya Rei did not answer. He suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the blind stick that had pierced Kawaguchi and the wall.

The pain of the blind stick being pulled out of his body made Kawaguchi fall to the ground, twitching and groaning. He curled up into a ball, his breathing becoming weak.

Jiang Gu Ling held the blind stick and swung it casually. The blood on it fell lightly onto the ground, and the blind stick became clean and spotless.

He leaned on his cane and rubbed the tip of it with his fingers, calculating the time. The smile on his lips remained unchanged as he asked calmly, "What's your name?"

Team leader Kawaguchi smiled vaguely, his voice hazy as if in a dream: "Kawaguchi, Kawaguchi-tei."

"Did you establish the Kawaguchi Group?"

“Yes, I founded the organization twenty years ago.”

"Tell me your secret."

Team leader Kawaguchi struggled, but fell deeper into a nightmare. He spoke uncontrollably, "Yes, I hold the lifeblood of the organization in my hands. No one can get around me and get their hands on the smuggling routes and connections I've established."

As Fūya Rei listened to his narration, he reached out and fiddled with the buttons on his suit cuffs.

A slight mechanical sound came from the button, confirming that the recording device was turned on. His gaze was fixed on the person on the ground. His empty eyes were like the mist in the night, ethereal and strange, making it impossible to see his emotions.

He gave a direct order: "Tell me about your smuggling chain and the connections that maintain this route."

Team leader Kawaguchi told all the information he had in detail without any hesitation.

An hour later, after hearing all the information, Furuya Rei felt Captain Kawaguchi trying desperately to open his mouth, but only a few hoarse sounds could escape. He chuckled softly, tapped the other's eyebrows with his cane, and said in a soft and indifferent voice, "Your submissive appearance is much more pleasing to the eye."

He ignored Kawaguchi, swept the blind stick lightly in the air, naturally stepped over his body, and walked calmly to the wine cabinet beside him.

He opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into a goblet. The rich aroma of the wine slowly emanated, covering up the bloody smell in the room.

He walked to the soft sofa with the wine glass and sat down, sipping it slowly.

Five minutes later, the door opened from the outside.

Kikuchi's cold voice came over: "It took a while, but the people outside have been dealt with."

Furuya Rei gathered his windbreaker and said gently, "Mission accomplished."

Kikuchi nodded slightly, waved his hand, and organized the logistics personnel to come in quickly and start dealing with the traces in the room.

Kikuchi stopped beside Kawaguchi. He seemed to have discovered something and asked in surprise, "Huh? You didn't kill him?"

Furiya Rei took a sip of his wine, his purple-gray eyes curved into a crescent moon: "I don't like killing people."

"boom--"

The sound of a bullet entering the body was heard.

Kikuchi held the silenced pistol and ended Kawaguchi's life.

He put away his gun and came before Furuya Rei, with a barely perceptible look of respect on his face, and asked in a serious tone, "Sir, are we going to get rid of the Kawaguchi Group?"

Fūya Rei put down his wine glass, a hint of indifference between his brows. He said calmly, "Arrange an action team to completely destroy the Kawaguchi Group. Incorporate their gray and white industries into the organization, and hand over their black industries to the police."

Under the premise of minimizing the impact on national employment and economic fluctuations, the black trade chain will be banned and the criminal traffickers who have committed many crimes will be sent to jail.

Kikuchi had no objection to this and immediately assigned the task to the action team.

After finishing their business and handling the logistics, the two of them were silent for a moment. Kikuchi said in a cold and hard tone, "We should go, Amuro-kun."

The obscure and powerful aura surrounding Jōgō Rei disappeared, becoming clear and fragile again.

Kikuchi grabbed his wrist and pulled it, easily pulling him into his arms.

He put his broad arms around Fūya Rei, his attitude firm and domineering.

Feeling the vague gazes around him, he placed his fingers on the center of Jōguchi Ling's eyebrows, lingered on his hollow brows for a moment, and applied a little more force.

Fūya Rei frowned in pain, looking helpless and dazed, with a faint sense of fragility and a kind of broken beauty.

Kikuchi felt a sudden pain in his chest and immediately released the strength in his hands.

At the same time, the blind stick that pierced his chest skin also quietly disappeared into his sleeve.

The corner of Kikuchi's eye twitched, and he became much more disciplined.