How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

When the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was too stagnant, and the members of the assassination team behind them could easily see that something was wrong, and they already had the desire to kill the outsiders.

Risut raised his hand to support his forehead, and after the short-lived world view was broken, he picked it up one by one and put it back together. Finally, relying on the professionalism he had cultivated for so many years, he barely regained his composure, and did not rush up to shake Yu Gongcui's collar.

He said word by word: "You told me that you will go to a seafood company for an internship as soon as you graduate."

As memories of the old days flooded into her mind, Yu Gongcui subconsciously clicked her tongue and took a deep breath of her unlit cigarette.

"Something went wrong," he replied slowly, "The classmate who recruited me suddenly found out that he was not the old man's own."

Who would have expected this kind of thing, how could I blame myself for not keeping my promise.

Besides, Risut, you were so straightforward when you sent a text message and ran away from home. You obviously didn't care about my employment issue at all.

The atmosphere returned to silence, and the two of them stood in a stalemate, staring at each other for a while.

A member of the assassination team with a pile of braids finally couldn't help but cast a curious look at the obviously abnormal captain.

"Why, do you know each other?"

Risut cast a slightly complicated looking look at Amamiya Tsui, who was rubbing his temples with a headache, and lamented being beaten by fate.

"If you can trust it, it doesn't matter if you just say it."

Having been with this group of partners day and night for several years, and very convinced that they are all people who can entrust their lives to each other, Risut nodded lightly, and briefly explained to the few people who were poking their heads in the living room.

"It's my nephew, the one I watched growing up."

There was a tidy gasp in the living room.

——Don’t use this kind of tone to introduce children, as if you want me to say hello to uncles in the next second.

Amamiya Cuimu frowned, and finally couldn't help taking out the lighter she was carrying with her, preparing to express her sorrow with nicotine.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his head was lowered, his sight was blocked by a wide palm stretched out in front of his eyes without warning.

Risout said succinctly: "Confiscated."

He slowly made an unbelievable question mark, and raised the volume to ask back.

"No, dear little uncle, do you think I'm still 15 years old?"

The latter was silent for a while, his outstretched hand remained motionless, and he did not intend to withdraw it at all, and even found a very legitimate reason.

"This is indoors, the smell of smoke won't go away, it will smell bad."

Yu Gongcui turned her head and glanced at the ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, the cigarette butts inside were so full that they were about to pop out.

Proxiet, who contributed 80.00% of it, unnaturally extinguished the cigarette in his hand, with a nonchalant face, as if he was not the one who just responded to the captain's call to refuse indoor smoking.

Feeling that everyone was staring at this side secretly, Amamiya Tsui sighed helplessly and made a gesture of compromise.

He threw the cigarette case and lighter to Risut and complained angrily.

"When you ran away from home, you didn't even say goodbye, and you just sent a text message as a farewell. You're really so free and easy. Why are you acting like an elder now?"

The latter felt heartbroken at the evidence of the well-behaved junior's degeneration into a pathetic adult, and when he heard the words, he came back stiffly.

"I didn't blame you for not learning well, but you took the initiative to join the mafia."

Each holding each other's handle and stabbing each other's weakness with precision, the two of them were silent for a while, and then they chose to turn the past over and over again.

Italians value family members the most. After meeting Risut on the spot, the attitude of everyone in the assassination team improved significantly.

The remaining few who were suspicious and highly vigilant still stared at Yu Gongcui with the eyes of spies who had penetrated into our army.

The excitement and emotion of the long-lost reunion does not mean that Risut will joke about the lives of the team members. After all, at this point in time, Amamiya Cui's appearance is too suspicious, and she is completely on the opposite side of the assassination team.

Whether in public or private, he needs an explanation.

The latter thought about it briefly, and stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"If it's in private, it doesn't matter if I tell you everything. But after all, there are so many people... Even if you guarantee that they are credible, Risut, I can't drag them all out. Let's just talk about it briefly."

He omitted the part of being Peng Gelie's undercover agent from the previous summary, and made a selective overview. In short, he confessed that he was not the so-called boss's confidant, but just an unlucky guy who was pulled to top the tank——

And the irritable boy Jiaqiu immediately jumped out to criticize, trying to expose this layer of lies full of mistakes and leaks, and expose the true face of Amamiya Tsui.

"Fart!! If you are sent to die, you come here obediently, knowing that you can't survive! Normal people will run away overnight when they receive this kind of task, right?!"

"Of course I have my own plans."

Yu Gongcui glanced at Risut, whose fingers were clasped against his lips, apparently silently judging the credibility of this set of rhetoric, because he remembered the child who was waiting for him in the villa in Naples, even the smile on his lips Be gentle.

"The identity of the enthusiasm team leader is a kind of restraint for me now. Even if this incident did not happen, I would look for other opportunities to feign death to escape."

As if anticipating what he was going to say next, Risut raised his black and red pupils and waited quietly.

"Little uncle," Yu Gongcui said softly, "I have a child in Naples."

"I want to... get him out of there."

The world view that had just been put together broke down again, and pieces fell to the ground and broke into smaller pieces.Risut couldn't cover up the blankness of his expression for a moment, only felt that the shocking news came one after another, which tested his ability to accept for a while.

He repeated with difficulty: "One, kid?"

What's the matter with you.

Did you let yourself go because you didn't have a guardian?

I admit that it was my fault to run away from home, but at that time, I mainly thought that you, Midori, could take care of yourself by yourself, so as not to be dragged down by me--the thing turned out to be completely wrong! !

He repeatedly told himself that his nephew was no longer a child, that it was normal to marry and have children, but he still regarded him as the sick and weak boy who needed to be taken care of, so he made too much fuss... Risut calmed down and reorganized his words.

"Where's his mother?"

"I'm not married yet." Yu Gongcui explained dumbfoundedly, "I'm an adopted son, and he's already 12 years old."

Jiaqiu on the side said in a deep voice: "So, are you going to betray the organization for that child?"

How can such a thing be said in public?

Yu Gongcui pretended not to hear, and instead made two suggestions to Risut, making it clear that he was free to choose.

"If you can't believe it, just fight with me. I will leave here immediately and leave you to meet the boss. But if you believe it, the next event needs to be carefully arranged."

After a moment of silence, Risut exchanged glances with the team quickly and covertly.

Finally, he stretched out his hand towards this side.

"—Then, welcome to the assassination team."