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

The white-haired foreigner's face darkened, and he secretly spat at the shamelessness before continuing, "After our last transaction went wrong, a spy appeared in our weapons research and development lab. You must be trying to get our secrets."

"Please provide evidence when you speak. Anything without evidence is just a rumor and slander. Do you stand in the underworld by accusing people of anything?" Fūya Ling said lazily, raising his eyelids.

The man on the other side took a deep breath and said angrily, "You're still colluding with our rivals. What? Are you still planning to play both sides?"

Furuya Rei sipped his tea contentedly and said politely, "What we are doing is normal business cooperation and does not violate the contract."

"You!" the white-haired man shouted coldly, "You're just planning to cross the river and burn the bridge. You've found a new partner and are planning to abandon us completely."

Fūya Rei put down his teacup, a crisp sound as it collided with the glass table. His face was serious. "I welcome your well-intentioned advice, but I must decline your unfounded and unjustified accusations."

He stood up, straightened the wrinkles on his suit, and nodded modestly. "You're not being very rational. I don't think this is a suitable time for negotiation. I'm sorry I can't accompany you."

As the other side stared in amazement, he decisively stood up and left.

Gin followed silently, like a shadow in the night.

When Vodka came to his senses, he and the white-haired man with a livid face were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

Vodka: ...Brother, you forgot about me.

After leaving the Beika Hotel, Rei Furuya sat outside the fountain to enjoy the view.

He exclaimed in amazement, "That's someone from the Buiano family. It really broadens my horizons."

"You've also broadened my horizons." Gin took off his hat and let his long light golden hair fall behind him, like the light of a full moon, soft and shiny.

When his aura was restrained, he gave off the air of a noble young man with British style.

He said pointedly, "You speak in official language very well."

It's too standardized and formal. It doesn't feel like something from the other world, but more like something from the official side.

Fūya Ling narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and said kindly, "Not only am I good at speaking in official language, I'm also very good at other things. Why, do you want to see them all?"

Gin raised his thin lips and did not pursue the matter. Tennessee knew too many things and they were too complicated. This was not a point worth doubting.

The two of them stared at the fountain in silence. After a long moment, Furuya Rei's voice was disembodied, like burnt embers, desolate and bleak: "Gin-kun, do you really think life has meaning?"

Gin looked at him deeply, sneered, put on his hat, and at the same time, his aloof and cold aura returned to him.

"When you seek a reason to live, you are asking for help from the outside world," he said calmly. "How can your life be meaningless if you insist on having an answer?"

He raised his chin towards Vodka who was walking towards him, then turned and left.

Furiya Rei stood there, watching Gin's figure go away, and for a moment he actually thought that this guy was quite interesting.

But, just leaving him here like this, does that mean the mission is over?

At this moment, the phone happened to receive a prompt.

He opened it and saw that it was an email from Vodka.

[Tennessee, Big Brother said the mission is temporarily over. —vodka]

Fūya Ling raised his eyebrows and glanced at the clock hanging in the hotel lobby. It was ten o'clock in the morning. Was Aquavit coming to complete the mission?

Fūya Rei looked down at himself and realized that he didn't look like a good person in this black suit.

He adjusted his micro-expression slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, his purple-gray eyes contained toughness and tenderness, and his eyebrows looked innocent and harmless.

He bought a cup of hot milk and walked towards the Rice Flower Market at a leisurely pace.

At a street stall selling peace and blessings, Macallan, who had just met with his contact and was about to go back with a box of coffee, accidentally saw a familiar figure.

He didn't hesitate and followed.

On the second floor of Beika Shopping Mall, Hagiwara Kenji took advantage of his vacation to drag Matsuda Jinpei to buy clothes. Autumn has arrived and single clothes can no longer be worn.

And after being busy for so long, they also need to relax.

"Xiao Zhenping, come and look at this sweater, isn't it very fashionable~"

He walked happily towards the fitting room and passed by a man with short dark brown hair and a thin face.

Hagiwara Kenji's steps froze, his hand holding his clothes tightened, his brows knitted together, and he muttered, "No way, this feeling isn't like that of an ordinary person."

Even though that person concealed it well, how could one describe it? That slightly tense body, the subconscious distance he kept when bumping into someone, the restrained counterattack when he was hit from behind...

Kenji Hagiwara wailed, he was just taking a vacation.

But he couldn't ignore the anomaly.

What if that person needs help, or is planning a crime against the mall?

After careful consideration, he put down his sweater and followed.

"Hagi, this is the last one. I won't exchange it for any of those fancy ones you got—hagi?"

Matsuda Jinpei came out of the fitting room and faced the empty store, bewildered and at a loss: "Hagi..."

Hagi wouldn't just abandon him and leave. Was this just a sudden emergency?

Jinpei Matsuda calmed down and took out his cell phone to send a message.

[Where are you? —Matsuda]

He leaned against the wall of the fitting room, patiently waiting for a reply.

On the third floor, Fūya Rei threw away the empty milk cup and looked curiously at the models displayed in the store.

I feel like this is the type that Matsuda likes.

He sat lazily on the bench in front of the cupboard, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Do you like it, sir?"

His magnetic voice was resolute and decisive, and he seemed different from an English gentleman like Stout.

Aquavit walked forward slowly, staring at Furuya Rei with burning eyes, and sighed in his heart.

It's really you.

The coveted canary that Bourbon had captured and locked in a gorgeous cage.

He had just received an order from home to send some of Toru Amuro's genes back, and then he met this person. Maybe this was destined by God.

Fortunately, the mission has been completed now, and he can focus on Amuro Toru.

When Rei Furuya heard a strange voice approaching, his eyes flashed and he took the bait.

He turned his head, not being wary of the stranger who suddenly approached him. Instead, he raised his face and spoke calmly, his bright voice tinged with a smile: "Would you like to buy a model for me?"

Aquavit's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his raised eyebrows twitched. He vaguely understood why the rumored madman Bourbon was so obsessed with Amuro Toru.

Why would a twenty-year-old man speak in a tone as natural as, "Would you like to give me a doll?"

This, this is too much.

He cleared his throat and looked towards the model shop stiffly. His expression remained hard, but his voice had softened a bit: "If you like it."