Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 things are wrong.

Looking at the words "everything goes well" written on the latest email sent from his subordinates, Rum, who was sitting in the VIP box of a top-level restaurant with a simple and natural building and surrounded by mountains and rivers, thought about the smooth sailing of the past few days, and the first words on his face The look of satisfaction gradually faded.

The vague uneasiness caused his naturally suspicious mind to start spinning, and he soon found out the cause.

Whiskey has been too quiet these days.

In order to ensure that Karasuma Sonobu, who has disappeared since he came to Tokyo, knows that Yuki Sanada is being targeted by the internationally wanted criminal Iris and listed as the latest target.

Rum directly ignored Belmod as soon as he arrived in Tokyo. While regaining control of the intelligence system that belonged to him, he spread the news through many channels.

But now, not only was there no movement from Whiskey, but even the men he had specially transferred to Neon were extremely calm.

Rum could understand if it was only silent for a day or two.

In those two days of bloody killings, the entire mysterious side was turned upside down by whiskey, and the whole place was wailing.

To be able to do this, Whiskey should have sent out all the transferred men.

After all, people are no better than machines, and they always need to take some time to rest.

But this is already the fourth day.

Rum chewed this time carefully, as if he tasted something from it, and a light flashed from time to time in his intact eye.

He didn't believe that Whiskey would be indifferent to this matter, let alone that Whiskey didn't know the news yet.

If there is no other plan behind such unusual quietness, then there is already something secretly going on.

Thinking of this, Rum immediately exited the email interface that he had not touched since he clicked it before, and clicked on the outbox instead.

After a few breaths, when he saw the word "received" coming back from the other side, Rum felt relieved a little. He just picked up the wine glass at hand and planned to take a sip when a sound of breaking through the air suddenly reached his ears.

Hearing the sound, Rum suddenly threw the wine glass to the side, rolled on the spot and came to the corner of the wall, and then raised his head to follow the sound.

The waiter waiting outside the door heard unusual noises coming from the room, but found that the guests in the room made no sound.

The waiter hesitated for two seconds and chose to turn a deaf ear.

In the box, Rum stared at the black arrow that was nailed to the wooden floor. His face was so ugly that he could no longer hide the fake face that was hard to distinguish between real and fake.

Curacao, who was originally standing in the corner of the room, walked sideways to the window and looked cautiously in the direction in which the arrow came.

On a two-story wooden building about 80 meters away, a young man wearing a black kimono was standing behind the wooden fence on the second floor, pointing a bow and arrow at this place.

Without the aid of telescope equipment and the obstruction of tall trees, Curaçao could not clearly see the young man's face.

However, she saw the young man's hair color that was extremely eye-catching in the sun.

Before Curacao could open his mouth to report, the next second, a familiar sound broke through the air again.

"call out!"

The second arrow went through the window.

"Clap!"

He was so precise that he smashed the expensive bottle of rum on the dining table into pieces.

"Boom!"

Finally, it was firmly fixed on the dining table with fine wine and delicious food.

The wine that suddenly lost its restraint flowed aimlessly along the table, and some of it even rushed out of the table and dripped on the wooden floor.

The mellow aroma of the wine gradually filled the air, and the sound of the continuous dripping of wine was actually not loud, but it was particularly harsh at this moment.

Rum, who witnessed all this, stared at the trembling tail feathers. When Curacao spoke, he guessed the initiator:

"whisky."

Curaçao lowered his eyes and listened to his immediate superior spit out this code name with anger, waiting for the next order.

However, Rum quickly calmed down and did not issue further orders to Curaçao.

He even walked from the corner to the window, without dodging or avoiding, and faced Karasuma Sonobu's distant gaze and the tip of the third arrow in his hand that seemed to be about to be shot in the next second.

Curacao on the side was full of vigilance, ready to save his immediate boss from the arrow at any time.

The metal arrowhead shone coldly under the sunlight. Seeing Rum's fearless attitude, Karasuma Sonobu finally failed to shoot the third arrow on the string.

Putting the bow into the hands of the waiter who was standing respectfully, Karasuma Sonobu played with the black feather arrows in his hand, and half-heartedly asked the waiter to retrieve the two arrows he had just shot.

The waiter responded respectfully and skillfully reported the matter to his superior as soon as he walked out the door.

In the few years he has been working here, the waiter has become accustomed to the various entertainment tricks that young masters and ladies from wealthy families can do on a whim, and has rich experience in dealing with the aftermath and perfect handling measures.

However, before dealing with it, you must first understand the origin of the other party.

As for the priority of things, it doesn't really matter.

In this country where classes are clearly defined and black and white are intertwined, power is an absolute pass that can go against anyone.

Countless people have worked hard for this all their lives, and they have never been able to get rid of this temptation from birth to death.

After learning that the guest in the private room was just a wealthy businessman with a reputation that did not show his generosity, the waiter's heart was naturally 100% biased towards Karasuma Sonobu, and he already had an idea in his mind about how to handle the next matter. .

As soon as the superior supervisor hung up the phone, he immediately put away his phone and walked towards the VIP box where Rum was with a clear purpose.

On the second floor of the wooden building, Karasuma Sonobu, who had already sat back at the table, glanced at the fine wine and delicacies in front of him. The lack of interest on his face had completely dissipated when the waiter turned around and left.

His eyes traced over the feather arrow in his hand, and there was a dark color that could not be resolved.

What happened today is certainly not a coincidence.

As for Karasuma Sonobu's purpose of doing this, apart from warning Rum and showing anger as those people thought, it was actually more of a test.

Iris would rush to Kanagawa as soon as she got off the plane, not even daring to spend a night in Tokyo.

In addition, Rum dared to point his arrow at him openly and openly.

Apparently, Rum now knows two of the three prohibitions on Karasuma Sonobu.

It is not surprising to know the first one. Anyone who knows about the existence of the ban, including rum, gin, and champagne, has not seen some clues from Karasuma Sonobu's so many years of wandering.

It's just that Rum was the only one who took advantage of this to make Karasuma Sonobu feel disgusted over and over again.

But this second prohibition is not because Karasuma Sonobu looks down on Rum, but he is too familiar with Rum's cautious, suspicious and extremely life-saving temperament.

Even if he told Rum himself, 99% of the time Rum would think that this was a plot he had planned to trick him out and kill him.

Then, the result of the matter is already obvious.

Looking at the entire organization, there is no other person who can make Rum trust him so much, apart from that aloof gentleman.