Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

“Now…” Vermouth wanted to ask a question, but then changed her words, “Can you tell me why Coindus was there and wiped out the Yotsukai Group?”

“The weak will naturally be destroyed,” Fuheishen’er uttered calmly.

Gin, standing to the side, remained silent, his dark green eyes revealing his approval.

He was indeed the man he approved of.

Vermouth opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end remained silent.

She didn't know Junto, but she knew Gin very well.

Gin has always had this idea, both before and now.

They are equivalent to primitive people living in modern society.

They have always adhered to the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, and to make matters worse, Gin happens to be the most ferocious beast.

But now it seems that Cointreau's extreme ideology is similar to Gin's, or even worse...

Back when she was in the United States, she had also accomplished something similar to what she is doing now.

She killed a family that had obtained a crucial clue, but... as a human being, she ultimately couldn't bear it and spared a little girl.

After completing the task... she would also have some feelings.

But what about Cointreau?

She vaguely remembered the faint sense of excitement in his eyes after destroying the Yotsubi Group.

"I know what you're thinking..." Fuheishen scoffed coldly, "The Sijing Group has already hindered the organization's development and even sent people to assassinate me. They can't be unaware of this. After taking such actions, there are only two possible outcomes..."

Fuhesh leaned forward, bringing his face close to Vermouth's, "Destroy them, or be destroyed by them."

Vermouth's expression was downcast, her heart pounding wildly.

Every word Jundu uttered struck a chord in her heart.

As a secret agent, the worst thing is to have your thoughts revealed.

She merely sighed inwardly and remained silent for a while, her expression unchanged. Unexpectedly, the other person still noticed.

Vermouth now genuinely suspects that the other party is a monster in human skin.

“Oh dear…it’s really hard to guess what a woman is thinking…” Vermouth laughed and changed the subject. “But speaking of which, what you said is different from what Vodka said.”

Fu Heishen paused...

Very good... He almost forgot about that.

It seems that Tequila also mentioned to him last time that a member of a certain organization was spreading rumors about him.

"Vodka, what did you say about me?" Fuheshchen's lips curled up slightly.

“Hmm…” Vermouth noticed that Coindus’s gaze was becoming increasingly dangerous, and without hesitation, she crossed her arms and sold Vodka. “He said you like to molest women, and told the female members to be careful.”

"Oh?" Fuheshel's smile turned somewhat sinister... He slowly turned his head and stared at Vodka.

Feeling the malicious gazes from the side, Vodka quickly raised his hand to explain, "I, I didn't! Vermouth, how could you do this? Cointreau, listen to me... I..."

*Thud*... A hand landed on Vodka's shoulder... Vodka's pupils widened instantly, "Damn!"

The voice just fell.

His figure was slowly dragged into the darkness, followed by the sounds of flesh colliding and screams.

Gin took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, his dark green pupils slightly unfocused.

For some reason, ever since Jundo joined the organization, it has become increasingly strange.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Vermouth looked at Gin with a strange expression.

“Ha, that’s what vodka should do,” Gin said coldly.

Vodka is trustworthy, but it has one drawback: it's a big mouth.

This kind of behavior is extremely taboo in organizations, but precisely because vodka was spreading useless information.

"It seems you're quite fond of Cointreau," Vermouth asked tentatively.

She always felt that Gin's attitude towards Cointreau was a bit strange.

A newly joined member of the organization beat up Vodka, who had been with Gin for so many years, right in front of him, and Gin didn't do anything about it?

Moreover, it gave her the feeling that the mistress was beating the wife.

"Hmph..." Gin took a deep drag on his cigarette, somewhat impatiently. "This has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Vermouth opened her mouth, then pursed her lips, trying to make her expression less strange.

She discovered a secret...

Gin becomes unusually agitated whenever Cointreau is involved...

She also knew a little about Cointreau; the code name was acquired in July.

Considering the cumbersome process of joining the organization.

Gin may have known Cointreau for a long time.

That was precisely the time when Gin's attitude towards her was getting worse and worse.

Ten minutes later, Fuheshen emerged from the shadows of the warehouse, took out his phone to make a call, said goodbye to Gin and the others, and walked outside.

"Wait..." Gin called out coldly to stop the other party.

"Heh, what's wrong, feeling sorry for vodka?" Fuheshen glanced at Gin.

Gin: "........."

He just wanted to ask how the other person would get back, since this place is in the suburbs and it's hard to get a taxi.

But one sentence from Jundu made him suddenly not want to remind him anymore.

"It's nothing..." Gin snorted coldly.

Fuheshel frowned, glanced at Vermouth whose expression was gradually changing, left after saying something inexplicable.

Gin got up and walked into the shadows.

Using the light from my phone, I turned it on and saw that Vodka's eyes were unfocused, his sunglasses were off, and his eyes were rolled upwards, almost invisible.

He lay sprawled on the ground, tongue lolling out, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“If Cointreau were to interrogate someone… he’d definitely be very strong,” Vermouth remarked from the side, arms crossed.

Gin: (╯▔皿▔)╯

In the end, he has to drive the car and carry the person on his back?

...........

Akemi Miyano's apartment.

Fuheishen leaned back on the sofa, his legs propped up on the table. The buttons of his close-fitting black shirt were slightly undone, revealing his strong chest. His short, black hair was a little long, and his black eyes were lazily squinting as he watched the news report on TV.

It's still the same as always...

The host speculated that the police's harsh words were a result of extreme anger from higher-ups.

"Your clothes are all washed." Shirley came out of the bedroom, carrying Fuheishen's old clothes in her arms.

Fuhei Shener glanced at Shirley... she had already changed into the same outfit she had just worn.

She was still wearing a white lab coat over a burgundy dress, her fair face carrying a hint of icy coldness, but... the way she was holding the coat made her look somewhat adorable.

“Very good…” Fukushiro picked up the freshly squeezed juice from Miyano Akemi on the table, took a sip, and said, “Pack it for me, thank you.”

Shirley looked at Shen'er's expression, opened her lips as if to say something, then pursed them, her icy blue eyes revealing helplessness.

After packing the clothes, Shirley took out two men's hoodies from the bedroom. "These are for you..."

Last time, Fuheishen gave her a panda keychain.

That was the first time she had received a gift from someone other than her sister... Shirley kept thinking about how to reciprocate.

However, in her mind, Shen'er seemed to really like money, and she felt that giving money directly seemed a bit like... that strange sense of déjà vu of a 'pure transaction'.

Yes, she was the one who spent the money.

So she picked out two sweaters, since it was getting cold...

She chose a burgundy dress that she liked, but considering that warm colors didn't quite suit Shen'er's temperament, she picked out a gray one instead.