Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

It was raining outside the window when Karasuma Renya received the result of mission failure.

The sound of raindrops falling to the ground neither lightly nor heavily became the only sound in the quiet space at this moment.

Butler Karasuma stood quietly and silently behind Karasuma Renya, like a lifeless wooden stake.

The crow in the corner seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room. It flapped its wings and landed in the place it thought was the safest.

Karasuma Soshin, who was sitting on the single sofa by the window, didn't even raise his head, letting the crow land on his shoulder.

Next to him was a brown round wooden table with a projection device on it.

In the void, some executives of the Karasuma Group and heads of some of its subsidiaries were sitting in a small conference room for a meeting.

Successful companies never lack a keen sense of smelling business opportunities.

The Karasuma Foundation had heard about the Ooka Foundation's plan for a treasure hunt competition for its tourist lines long before the event began.

Everyone knows that this is another move made by the heir of the Ooka Group in order to gain further power and participate in the core operations of the group.

It doesn't matter whether this plan was really written by Ooka Momiji herself or was worked on by the team behind her and then used to give her name.

The value of this plan is beyond doubt.

However, plans are plans and reality is reality.

Not to mention the people sitting in the conference room at the moment did not expect this, even Ooka Hongye, who had developed the event plan in the first place, did not expect this.

It was supposed to be a treasure hunt, but on the fifth day it turned into a dangerous survival elimination contest.

The competition was so fierce that the competition, which originally had 42 teams and hundreds of participants, was suddenly reduced to a fraction.

No matter how much treasure hunting enthusiasts or experts there are, they will not be able to continue when faced with this unpredictable survival crisis.

Therefore, the Red Leaf Treasure Hunt Competition, which the Ooka Group had painstakingly prepared for a month and had looked forward to countless excellent prospects, ended up with a disappointing ending.

Of course, the Ooka Group kept this news a secret.

Not only did they politely use coupons with significant discounts and valuable gifts to silence those teams that resolutely chose to withdraw, but they also allowed them to keep their withdrawal a secret.

He even informed the media that were following the incident and the local newspaper media to keep the matter secret.

However, these methods can deceive ordinary people, but cannot deceive top consortiums like the Karasuma Group.

On the night of the hotel fire, news of the fire reached the ears of the senior executives in charge of media at the Karasuma Group.

So the next day, that is, now, several senior executives of the Karasuma Group, together with the heads of several of its subsidiaries that mainly deal in tourism, sat neatly in a conference room.

They were discussing how to take advantage of this excellent opportunity and reap the tourism dividend that the Ooka Group had specially created but was also pouring champagne at halfway point.

The sounds of discussion in the conference room came one after another, and were all transmitted to Karasuma Soshin's ears through the headset connected to the main computer in the conference room.

He naturally felt the sudden change in the atmosphere in the room.

However, Karasuma Renya hasn't made any statement yet, so why should he rush to seek attention?

The email sent by Vermouth was not short, and it recorded the entire process of the mission in detail.

But Karasuma Renya only read the words "Mission Failed" at the beginning and lost the mood to read on.

Failure is failure, and the following content is nothing more than excuses for the failure of the mission.

It turns out that it is still of little use.

After a series of crisp keyboard tapping sounds, the room returned to silence.

The sound of rain outside the window continued. A gust of wind blew by, and a few drops of rain floated in through the half-open window, falling squarely on Karasuma Soshin's body.

The crow that landed on his shoulder was also splashed with a few drops, but it just flapped its wings without moving.

More than half an hour later, the meeting in which Karasuma Soshin participated remotely came to an end.

Just as the projection in the void automatically closed, Karasuma Renya suddenly spoke:

"At the end of next month, the heir of the Hojo family, Hojo Shuya, will marry the eldest daughter of the Asou family, Asou Reiza.

The wedding will be held in Tokyo, and you will be the one to attend the wedding on behalf of the Karasuma family."

Karasuma Soshin turned around with the crow on his shoulder and lowered his head slightly to hide the glimmer that flashed in his eyes.

"Yes."

...

Osaka, a base of the organization.

After silently reading the content of the email she had just received, Vermouth put down her phone and closed her eyes.

There was no punishment or reprimand, and the gentleman's attitude towards her was as kind and gentle as ever.

But Vermouth would rather have Karasuma Renya scold her harshly and punish her for the failure of the mission.

Just like you would with the rest of the organization.

Instead of this kind of calm, indifferent calm.

A unique status and undisguised favoritism.

The uniqueness of this organization, which is envied by most people, is what Vermouth hates the most.

This special status based on being a special experimental subject always reminds her that she has all these because she is an experimental subject.

Like a canary carefully kept in a cage.

Who would blame a canary for failing to hunt?

It's just a canary, to be admired for its beautiful feathers and occasionally to listen to its melodious singing.

In the quiet room, Vermouth slowly stretched out her clenched right palm.

Looking at this hand that has not changed in decades, the unwillingness in his eyes grew little by little, and soon occupied his entire heart.

She knew that this failure made Karasuma Renya very disappointed in her, but she was unwilling to give up.

Since the seat was vacant and she had the opportunity to sit there, why not fight for it?

If you fail this time, make it up next time.

One day, she will prove to that person that her birth and her value in living in this world are not just as a special experimental subject.

Since God has given her the opportunity, she will try her best to fight for it.

Even if I fail in the end, the worst that can happen is that I can just go back to my old life.

No matter what, she would never let Rum return to the position of core cadre.

In the interrogation room,

Toru Amuro, who successfully passed the truth serum interrogation, looked dazed as he watched the interrogator inject him with the tranquilizer. He was sluggish for a long time before he slowly tried to get up and walk out.

The interrogator at the side quickly reached out to help and carefully helped the man to the door.

Outside the door, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had received the news long ago and had been waiting here for a while, quickly reached out and took You Xunran over.

Seeing the weak face of Amuro Toru, Zhu Fujing didn't care too much and just bent down and carried the man on his back.

After taking just two steps, he met eyes with Chaoxiang, who was also being helped out of the interrogation room next door.

After taking a quick look at Bourbon's condition, who looked fine except for his weak complexion, Asaka sighed:

The organization's interrogators are still as selective as ever.

Scotland, who was always indifferent in the organization, nodded slightly to Chaoxiang, then continued walking forward with Bourbon, who had his eyes closed, on his back.

After being whipped, Asaka gasped softly and moved faster towards the interrogation room where Kikumasamune was.

"Squeak-"

More than half an hour later, the door of the interrogation room where Kiku Masamune was located was finally opened from the inside.

Kiku Masamune, covered in wounds from torture, walked out alone.

The interrogator behind him was slowly cleaning up the bloody torture instruments in the room. The strong smell of blood in Asaka's face made a fierce look suddenly flash across Asaka's eyes, which quickly disappeared.

When Kiku Masamune saw Asaka, he immediately quickened his pace. As soon as he got closer, he looked Asaka up and down.

Seeing that Chaoxiang looked okay, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around, bent his legs and waist, and slightly opened his hands behind his back, motioning Chaoxiang to lie on his back and he would carry her on his back.

There was a hint of bitterness in Asaka's eyes, but she still quickly lay on Kikumasamune's back.

He knew that if he didn't lie down, Kiku Masamune would definitely hold him forcefully in his arms and walk out of the base.

This happened when they first formed a team and became temporary partners.

It was also after that incident that Asaka, who was smart and cunning and never suffered any loss, got a stubborn and mute partner.

This duo, who were not favored by many people at the beginning, actually climbed up step by step from ordinary graduates of the training camp to the position of senior code members.

Kiku Masamune carried Asaka all the way to the elevator entrance, and the elevator automatically opened the door after scanning their faces.

After entering the elevator, Asaka, who was lying on Kiku Masamune's back, pressed the button for the floor where the underground garage was located. After a while, the elevator door opened on the underground floor.

Outside the door, there stood a Vermouth.

After looking Kikumasamune and Asaka up and down, Vermouth's eyes swept across Kikumasamune's slightly sweaty face and his wrist with marks of ligatures, and handed the car keys in her hand to Asaka.

"Thank you."

Asaka took the key and expressed her gratitude.

After pressing the car lock button, a small black car on the left side of the garage made a sound and turned on its lights.

"Let's go."

When Kikumasamune heard Asaka's voice, he immediately got up and left.

As they passed by, Vermouth whispered:

"How pitiful, Asaka."

Asaka didn't respond, but Kikumasamune suddenly stopped.

"Go ahead. I'm not talking to you. Why are you stopping?"

Hearing Asaka's urging, Kikumasamune still did not move, but turned around.

"Hey, you've been mute for so long that your ears are having problems. Go away, I'm in so much pain."

Asaka looked at Kikumasamune angrily, with a look of extreme meanness and sarcasm.

Kiku Masamune did not move. He looked at Vermouth, his eyes full of questions, which could be seen without using sign language.

"Silly boy, you're not being called. Hurry up and leave, okay? This is the last time I'm telling you."

Asaka looked furious and stretched her hands directly towards Kikumasamune's ears.

It can be seen that if Kikumasamune stayed any longer, his two ears would not have an easy time under Asaka.

"Bourbon has the protection of whiskey, but after passing a dose of truth serum, you still have to be whipped and need to recover for at least half a month.

That’s why I said, “How pitiful, Asaka.”

Vermouth answered slowly.

"Of course, he is not as good as Lady Vermouth."

Asaka paused as she was about to twist her ear, looked up and replied indifferently.

Bourbon even went through a truth serum interrogation, but you can say that not a single hair has fallen out.

“It’s just the master’s preference.

But it’s better to love than to hate, isn’t it? "

Kiku Masamune was just a mute, but he suffered the most serious injuries from the torture. A mute with his hands tied couldn't even answer using sign language.

It was more like torture than an interrogation.

And there is no way you can't see the reason for this torture, Asaka.

Are you really willing to work under a boss who treats your partner Kiku Masamune as a stand-in for his mortal enemy and vents his anger on him endlessly?

Chaoxiang's face instantly turned cold. He stared at Vermouth's face with the corners of her lips raised, and sneered:

"That's why we envy you, Master Vermouth, for being so favored by the master."

Preference? Do you really like this kind of preference, Vermouth?

"Walk."

Without caring about what expression Vermouth would have after hearing what he said, Asaka twisted Kikumasamune's ear and gave a cold order.

This time, Kiku Masamune did not insist on staying. He turned around and walked towards the car with Asaka on his back.

Soon, the sound of a car starting up was heard in the quiet garage.

Vermouth was indeed very angry as she watched Asaka and the other person leave, but her anger did not affect her clarity of mind.

The only way to get Asaka is through Kikumasamune.

Now that Rum is far away abroad, this is her best chance to make a move.

Vermouth is certain that Kikumasamune holds a very important position in Asaka's heart.

The many unfair treatments that Kikumasamune suffered will inevitably make Asaka the least loyal one among Rum's many confidants in Neon.

As long as she specifically ordered people to increase Kiku Masamune's punishment like she did this time.

If this happens a few more times and with a little encouragement, Asaka will definitely develop a rebellious heart towards Rum.

But what Vermouth didn't know was that she was a step too late.

Therefore, everything we do is just in vain.

Driving out of the garage, the glaring sunlight made Chaoxiang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, squint her eyes.

Kiku Masamune sat quietly in the passenger seat, with his hands and feet placed properly, just like he had done countless times before after making Asaka angry.

Chaoxiang took a look and felt the anger in her heart grow even stronger:

"How many times have I told you before, don't bother with Vermouth, she is a vicious snake that eats people without leaving any bones. Don't believe a word she says, if you do, you're done.

But you didn't hear a word I said. I told you to leave but you still stood there stubbornly.

She knew I wouldn't pay attention to her if she mentioned you, so she mentioned me on purpose to get your attention, and then you were fooled.

I tell you, next time if you are fooled by this kind of rhetoric again, I will really tear your ears off..."

Kiku Masamune, who was used to his partner scolding him when he was angry, lowered his head quietly, and only dared to raise his head when his partner was satisfied with the scolding.