Model worker and his little darling

In the following period, Pingqing accompanied Vermouth to several banquets, all of which were private banquets, and the guests were all high-society figures related to the organization.

Pingqing looked at the delicious food on the table, but there was only a mouthful of food in the large plates. She felt very uncomfortable. Is this how rich people waste food?

It is said that these ingredients were all air-freighted from France and Germany, which made Pingqing sigh repeatedly, "What extravagance, waste, and corruption! When will I be able to live such a life?"

Vermouth, standing to the side, felt helpless as she watched Pingqing staring intently at the food. She had wanted to bring Pingqing out to expand her network, as these were all her own people, and there were many opportunities for cooperation. Who knew that Pingqing's mind was entirely focused on the food?

Sensing the displeased gazes beside him, Pingqing sat up obediently, pretending to be listening to them.

On the way back, Vermouth remembered that Pingqing liked to eat, so she recommended a few luxury restaurants to him. He only needed to mention her name when he got there.

Upon hearing that he could get something for free, Pingqing used all the vocabulary he had learned to praise Vermouth to the skies, making her leave happily.

Back home, Pingqing reflected on his experiences over the past few days: visiting his neighbor every few days to catch up, attending banquets with Vermouth, discussing programs with Director Kinoshita, and reviewing Bourbon's mission report.

Ah, this beautiful, simple, and happy life is all thanks to Bourbon and his team for carrying the burden.

Pingqing glanced at the mission schedule and was stunned. Wasn't it supposed to be an assassination of Tonguchi Shigehiko a month later? The time has passed and there's still no movement.

He slammed the computer shut. Gin would definitely call him when things got going, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear... Gin called, asking him to return to base.

Back at the base, Pingqing found Gin in the lounge. He pushed the door open and went in, where he saw Gin sitting on the sofa smoking, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit.

Pingqing turned straight around the corner. He knew nothing, he saw nothing; he wanted to go home.

Gin immediately pulled Hirai back. "Where do you want to go?"

"Hehe, Qin-chan~, so you're here. I thought you weren't here and was planning to come to the base to find you in a few days."

Gin glared at Hirai and said irritably, "How long has it been since you came back to the base? How's your practice of the moves I taught you last time? I have time today to check your progress."

Ping Qing's lips twitched. If you want to beat him up, just say so. Why give such a high-sounding reason?

Looking up at Gin, she said, "Gin-chan, to be honest, are you jealous of me? You're always on missions, while I'm living a carefree life outside."

Gin didn't say anything, he just snorted coldly.

"Hmm, Koto-chan~, I was right."

Gin slapped Hirakiyo on the head. "Stop joking around, let's go to the training ground."

Following Gin's hand, Pingqing fell directly onto the sofa. "Gin-chan~, my old injuries haven't healed yet. My head hurts, my hands hurt, my feet hurt, my whole body aches. The doctor said I need to rest."

Gin reached out and lifted Hirakiyo up. "Is that so? Let me check." He then patted Hirakiyo's shoulder.

Pingqing instantly thought of Gin's unpredictable methods, which had caused him excruciating pain last time.

She blocked Gin's hand and took two steps back. "Gin-chan~, I'll go change my clothes first."

Then, both of them stood on the training ground, dressed in tight-fitting clothes.

Gin checked Hirai's speed, strength, reaction, and agility, and was quite satisfied. He then taught him some new moves.

Then he switched to a "scumbag-abusing" mode, unleashing a barrage of attacks to force Heisei to quickly master new techniques.

When Sila arrived at the base, she heard that Gin and Mikasa were at the training ground. She knew immediately that Mikasa was getting beaten up again, so she went over to watch the show.

Just as he expected, Yu Lu was rolling around on the ground. Tsk, all the dust that had accumulated over the years was wiped clean by Yu Lu.

Heiji was extremely displeased to see Xila watching the show with a smile on her face and her arms crossed. While fending off Gin's attacks, he also made faces and tried to sow discord.

"Qin-chan~, aren't you quite free today? I think Sila needs your guidance too."

Seeing that Heikiri still had the mind to worry about others, Gin hit him even harder, making Heikiri scream in pain.

After Gin stopped, Sylar walked over, shaking her head. "Tsk tsk, Gin, you went too far."

Gin didn't say anything, but beckoned to Sylla, and then Sylla's screams echoed across the training ground.

"Damn it, Gin, go easy on me! Don't you know you shouldn't hit someone in the face?"

Pingqing sat to the side, rubbing his aching wrist. Watching Xila being beaten by Gin, he felt as refreshed as if he had eaten an ice pop on a hot day.

Live it!

However, Sylar is quite skilled; no wonder he was trained by Gin.

After a long while, Xila and Pingqing leaned together and whispered to each other.

When Gin walked over with the documents, he saw two heads leaning together on the sofa, talking about something. So he concealed his presence and walked behind them.

"Yu Lu, how long has it been since you came back to the base? Why did you get beaten up as soon as you got back?"

Ping Qing's lips twitched. Could he say that he came back specifically to get beaten up?

"Gin told me to go back to base, but little did he know he was just waiting to beat me up."

"Really? You and Gin both like this kind of thing?"

"Sila, get rid of all that lewd stuff in your head, don't corrupt a pure and handsome young man like me."

"Pah, pure my ass."

Gin was speechless. He slapped each of them and then threw the documents in front of them.

Pingqing glanced at it; it was another round of drug dealer cleanup.

Hmm? Takeda Shinichi, Takeda Ryuji...

He remembered these names quite well; it seemed that this time it was the three Grim Reapers—the uncle, Conan, and Hattori—working together.

Hehe, he can get something for free again.

"Tsk, I think the Tokyo Narcotics Control Bureau should pay me a salary. I've helped them deal with so many drug dealers."

Hearing Pingqing's words, Xila came closer and said, "It's not far from my mission, Yulu, let's go together."

Pingqing nodded. He had originally planned to just drift along with Death, but being with Xila would allow him to quickly achieve his mission objectives.

Seeing that the two were about to act together, Gin, considering their personalities, still gave them a word of advice: "The mission is important, don't cause any trouble."

"Don't worry, Koto-chan~, I'll keep an eye on Sila."

"Gin, I will complete the mission well."

After making some promises to Gin, the two left.

Gin stared at the two figures as they walked away, growing increasingly uneasy. He had a feeling something was about to happen.

Xila drove Pingqing towards the airport.

"Yu Lu, what are you going to do with these people?"

Pingqing was stunned. What should he do? Kill him? Or should he take him back and worship him?

"What else can you do, it's just a matter of one shot or one needle?"

Sila curled her lip. "How boring. But your style is just like Gin's. No wonder you're one of his men."

Pingqing rolled her eyes. "So what do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Xila's lips curled into a strange smile. "Royal Deer, I'll show you something exciting."