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

A middle-aged man in a dark-sea suit walked over with a confident stride. His admiring gaze fell on the blond youth whose eyes were covered by silver gauze. He smiled and said, "Do you remember me?"

Rei Furuya, who had subdued most of his presence and was no longer a presence, held his cane, tilted his head towards him, and nodded gracefully and gently, "President Arai."

Chairman Arai of Dongshu Pharmaceutical Company.

"It seems I didn't recognize the wrong person." President Arai, who had met the blond young man once before at the club, looked at him inquiringly and said tentatively, "It's been more than half a month since we last met. Amuro-kun has changed a lot."

Before, she looked stubborn, fragile and lovable, but now, even though her eyebrows and eyes are covered, she still exudes an elegant and noble aura.

He stood in front of the azure coast, his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing a part of his wrist, his thin lips slightly pursed, with a sharp and aggressive look, completely different from before.

President Arai's frivolous and contemptuous arrogance quietly disappeared. He would not act rashly before finding out the blond young man's cards.

Furuya Rei's tone was gentle yet distant: "You look radiant, too."

Before President Arai could speak, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He said goodbye to President Arai and turned to leave.

Halfway through, he pulled off the ribbon covering his eyes and checked his phone. It was a text message from Hiro and Lei, asking where they would meet.

After hesitating for a moment, Rei Furuya sent the location of the safe house near Yokohama Port.

The next second, the two of them replied with a text message saying [Coming Soon]. Fūya Rei pondered for a moment and headed towards the organization's base.

When he arrived, Vermouth, without her disguise, was lazily leaning on the sofa reading a magazine.

When she saw him coming, a hint of bad luck flashed in her eyes.

Why is it Bourbon again?

Bourbon walked over in a light-colored suit, the cane in his hand looking like the scepter of the Italian mafia godfather. He had a smile on his lips and his golden hair was fluffy. Just by looking at him, she could imagine that he was holding a glass of red wine, looking down at the cocktail party full of elegant people.

When he sat down on the sofa, his posture was elegant, as if he was sitting in a luxurious restaurant, enjoying the orchestra's performance while dining leisurely.

These scenes should be hers, but Vermouth always feels that her character has been stolen.

In the dim light, she smiled radiantly: "Is the scenery outside beautiful?"

Furuya Rei leaned his cane against his hand, and his eyes, filled with danger and mystery, looked over: "It's beautiful."

Vermouth came to the bar on the left, poured a glass of iced lemonade, and bent down to hand it to him: "Do you still remember Chairman Arai of Dongshu Pharmaceutical Company? We met him before when we were on a mission at the club."

Fūya Rei took the water cup and looked down at the ice cubes at the bottom. A cold white mist climbed up his palm, blurring his vision. "I just saw him outside by chance. Is the organization collaborating with him?"

Vermouth's expression was one of undisguised joy. She sat across from Furuya Rei, playfully twisting a strand of blonde hair around her chest with her fingertips, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Yes, I do. But President Arai is too greedy."

Fūya Rei rubbed the water cup, his eyes darkening slightly: "What does he want?"

"He wants the organization to find a dark-skinned blond young man to give him." Vermouth covered her lips pretentiously, her eyes full of gloating. "Oh, this is such a coincidence! There's someone in front of me who fits the description perfectly."

Fūya Ling twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a fake smile: "I remember when you disguised yourself as that dark-skinned blond young man, it was also hard to tell the real from the fake. Why don't you do it yourself?"

The two of them looked at each other and turned away, unable to bear to look.

Of course, they said this just to disgust each other. How could a President Arai be worthy of the organization condescending to him?

Furuya Rei took a sip of his lemonade, frowning at the sour taste. He put the cup on the table and pushed it away, then asked, "Has Scotland and Lei never been summoned by the boss?"

Vermouth guessed his intentions and replied, "That's right. Originally, on this special day when new recruits receive their code names, the boss would personally contact them to issue them, but as you know, the situation in recent years, the previous generation has been busy."

Furuya Rei ordered, "Scotland and Lei will be here before 8 o'clock tonight. You will pretend to be the boss for the time being and meet with them."

They must know some intelligence about the organization's leader. It is useless to always collect some scraps while performing tasks.

The more we know now, the more help it will be to the police.

Because he couldn't be sure whether he would be more suppressed by the plot consciousness at that time.

Vermouth came up with a good idea to retaliate against Scotland and strike back at Ley. Blinking her emerald eyes, she asked innocently and curiously, "When you say meet, do you mean on the computer screen, or in person?"

Fūya Zero looked away without a care in the world, staring at the pattern on the coffee table. He said indifferently, "Just like the previous generation, using a computer screen."

Vermouth was excited and couldn't wait to get things started. She quietly set a trap: "Will you join us then?"

"The Whiskey Team is meeting the leader. Of course I'm here," Furuya Rei said matter-of-factly. Noticing her anomaly, he subtly warned her, "You'd better behave yourself."

Vermouth looked innocent: "I am loyal to you, sir, and I am the most obedient."

This expression and words disgusted Jōgō Rei. His face turned pale and he looked at the woman who had taken the wrong medicine with an unfriendly look.

Vermouth also endured the discomfort. Putting on an act in front of Bourbon made her feel as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly, but in order to achieve her goal, she reluctantly endured it and asked, "Are you going to appear as Bourbon?"

Fūya Rei smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

She brushed her beautiful, sexy red nails, propped up her chin with her hand, and said calmly, "What if President Arai or Edrador, who's wandering around out there, discovers that you have a different personality? That would be a weakness they'd be using."

Fūya Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, nonchalant yet full of pressure: "Stop joking about those little mice. You know none of us care about them. Just tell us what you want."

Seeing this, Vermouth could only reveal her true intentions and hinted tactfully: "If you are willing to use another identity, I will play the role of boss well."

Fūya Ling glanced at her with a wry smile and said sarcastically, "Do you need me to customize a personality for you?"

Vermouth's heart was pounding, but she knew it was impossible, so she could only say with regret, "I'm not worthy."

She looked at the time. It was already six o'clock in the evening. Time was urgent and she needed to make some preparations.

"I'm going to take care of some things first," she said mysteriously. "When they get here, I'll personally escort you to the leader."