When Gin loses the nether filter

A year later, an underground bar in Tokyo.

The rhythmic drums and the intertwined men and women on the dance floor constitute a very visually impactful picture. Bright lights sway in the wine glasses. Gentle waiters and handsome bartenders are indispensable embellishments.

However, tonight, there was a female customer with an unfamiliar face sitting in front of the bar.

She just sat there casually, but made everything around her pale and gloomy.

"My God, hey, look at that over there..."

"What?—I'll go, this woman is too—"

"..."

The other guests who noticed her couldn't help whispering, and those who had the courage to think they were attractive came forward to strike up a conversation.

However, the woman just shook the wine glass, raised her eyes lazily, and smiled lightly.

The man who struck up a conversation was so fascinated by the smile that he couldn't speak clearly, and even thought that he was favored by the other party because of the smile.

But I heard the woman casually say in a fluffy tone: "Sir, your strike-up is too boring, just like yours."

Her eyes fluttered, her eyes seemed to ignore the person in front of her, and she went directly to the back, as if she saw something.

She smiled: "The men I like are much sweeter than you—"

During the conversation, the woman smiled deeper: "Even if you don't know how to strike up a conversation, it's much sweeter than you."

The man's face darkened: "You shameless—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold force coming from the back of his waist, which made him stagger.

Just as he was about to get angry, he turned his head and saw the pitch-black gun body facing his lower back, as well as the sharp murderous aura that made his hair stand on end.

The man's back turned cold all of a sudden, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at him, but he just realized that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with.

This bar is well-known in this area, and it is the foothold of various characters in many other worlds. I heard that the forces behind the bar are not simple...

He swallowed hard, looked at the smiling woman on the sidelines, and laughed with trembling teeth: "This lady...I'm really sorry, I'm too drunk, how offensive..."

A man with a good face will insist on his words at such a juncture, but the woman only finds the scene in front of her quite interesting.

She didn't give the slightest bit of attention to the frightened guy, but looked at the man holding the gun, and said with a smile: "You are finally here."

Qin Jiu hummed casually, then glanced at the guy who was about to faint from fright, retracted his gun, and said in a low voice, "Go away."

The man nodded hastily and hurriedly turned to leave, but was stopped by the woman.

"Hey, wait a minute."

She had playful eyes and smiled: "Look up, this is what I said—"

The woman's words were somewhat deliberately ambiguous, and she spit out a word between her lips and teeth:

"sweet."

The man was stunned, and he almost subconsciously raised his head to see the appearance of the person behind him after hearing these words.

"Ah."

There was a cold sneer, but there was no smile at all.

"—"

So the unlucky guy froze all of a sudden, and didn't dare to turn his head to look at what the woman said. He didn't have the courage and face to stay here, and ran away quickly without raising his head.

Belmode glanced at the embarrassed back, and turned to tease Gin who was sitting next to her: "Gin?"

She didn't hide her scrutiny at all, as if she was flirting.

"It's not my illusion."

The blond woman leaned lazily against the bar, very close to the gin: "What happened to you?"

Her tone was surprised: "It feels a lot changed."

Gin never paid any attention to this woman's teasing, he has long been experienced, just listen to what the mystics say casually, don't pay too much attention to it.

"A glass of Scotch."

He said to the bartender next to him.

Belmode has long been used to the attitude of not taking in gin, wine, oil and salt, and said regretfully: "Oh, I kind of miss gin who used to know that I was embarrassed~"

With a slight glance in her eyes, she noticed the young man in black hiding in the dark behind Qin Jiu.

"Wow--"

"It's not vodka? This is a new subordinate? Why did you change suddenly?"

Holding the wine glass, she approached it curiously.

Belmode has long, light-colored curly hair that is almost as bright as the sun, and fair skin in general for Westerners. Her facial features are naturally impeccable and exquisite, and she has a very aggressive and gorgeous appearance, and her makeup is unrestrained. Beautiful colors.

At this time, she was wearing a slim dark red mermaid skirt, with a side skirt opening up to the thigh seam, her snow-white slender legs looming as she walked, and there were even black straps on her thighs, which seemed to be trinkets .

No wonder her ardent suitors dubbed her the "Rose of Bulgaria".

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the woman approaching indifferently, his face tensed slightly.

"..."

Belmode observed the young man at close range for a long while, and finally chuckled.

"You have beautiful eyes."

A sweet fragrance permeates the air.

Jing Guang frowned, took a step back, avoided the other party's gaze, and habitually moved closer to Qin Jiu.

Naturally, this little trick couldn't be hidden from Belmode.

She raised her eyebrows, looked at the young man's handsome appearance, couldn't help covering her lips with her hands, and said with a smile: "So that's how it is..."

"Belmode."

Gin's tone was impatient: "Stop playing, talk about business."

"oops."

Belmode walked slowly back to his seat: "I'm not curious."

"When will our gin bring newcomers by his side? Still so cute."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression moved slightly, his eyes drooping.

And Gin naturally ignored Belmode's teasing, and said directly: "What are you doing back home?"

"...So ruthless, Gin."

Belmode sighed: "The United States is very boring recently, and the newcomers that the gentleman asked me to bring last year have reached the standard of having a code name. I want to let him do things for me in Japan."

She glanced at the gin, and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, that newcomer also has beautiful blonde hair, Gin, don't you like blonde hair the most?"

Gin raised his eyes coolly, and pointed directly at Belmode's purpose: "You want to ask me for a code name assessment?"

The woman smiled and said, "yeah~"

There is a potential process for obtaining the code name of the organization. Although it is not clearly stipulated, the upper management is well aware of it.

Generally speaking, members of the organization who have the potential to obtain a code name have long been favored by high-level officials and recruited as subordinates. When they have the qualifications to participate in the assessment, their immediate superiors cannot directly assign assessment tasks and code names. Judgment by a third party.

It is not uncommon in the organization to personally seek help from familiar high-level people for the code names of subordinates like Belmode. After all, as long as there is a group with a superior-subordinate system, there will inevitably be power disputes. The more members there are, the more stable and confident the right to speak in the organization will be.

If you throw your subordinates to the organization for random assessment, who knows if you will meet a vengeful assessor.

Of course, not all subordinates are worthy of help from the top.

So gin is actually quite rare, and this woman Belmode will interfere with this kind of thing anytime.

So the silver-haired man thought calmly: "Are you raising a lover?"

Hmm... It was something Belmode could do.

When mentioning the code name assessment, Qin Jiu naturally thought of the few capable subordinates under his command.

Luchuan, Xiaolin, and Zhuxing University have almost reached the standard.

Now that he thought of it, he decided to save trouble, and said directly: "It just so happens that there are some people on my side who have reached the standard, let's go together."

Bellmode paused while holding the wine glass: "Oh?"

She glanced at the young man behind Gin and thought: "Oh, I haven't been back for a few years, and Gin has started to have this hobby too. Oh, what a pity, back then..."

The woman sips regretfully.

"It turns out that gin likes men."

Zhu Fu Jingguang inadvertently met Belmode's strange gaze, and couldn't help but pause for a moment.

That look...

The young man felt a slight chill in his heart.

It always feels like there is something strange mixed in.

------

Qin Jiu has notified his subordinates about the code assessment.

So that night, in a group chat——

[Unanimous external (4/4)]

[Margo]: Hey, @小林, are you going to take part in the code assessment?

[Kobayashi]: Wow, well-informed (smiling)

【Yamamoto】: What?

[Vodka]: Brother, is he going to be qualified for the assessment?

[Vodka]: ...This seems to be the first time that the eldest brother gave a subordinate a code name to assess the qualifications.

[Margot]: ... I had a code name before I met an adult (crying)

[Margo]: Kobayashi, I want to hack your computer (jealousy makes me unrecognizable)

[Xiao Lin]: ... No, Margot, I am not your enemy, look at Lu Chuan, this is the chief culprit who has taken your attention away

[Vodka]: +1

[Yamamoto]: ... I remember that Luchuan was brought by you, Margot

[Margot]: (smiling) If you can’t speak, you don’t have to. Yamamoto-kun, I’ve always been curious about your computer.

[Margot]: Damn it!

[Margot]: I rely on me, rely on me! ! !

【Margo】: Hiss—(////)

[Margot]: Kobayashi, where did you get so many grown-up photos? ! ! !

[Margo retracts a message]

[Xiaolin]:?

[Xiao Lin]: Margot, are you really messing with it?

[Kobayashi]: Internal strife, right? (Smiling)

[Xiao Lin]: Look up and see what our group name is (smile)

[Xiaolin]: How dare you mess with me? !

【Yamamoto】: Calm down, everyone

【Yamamoto】: I am the worst, my friends

[Yamamoto]: Be more mature, Margo restores Kobayashi's computer and apologizes to Kobayashi

【Yamamoto】: Then encrypt the photo of the adult

【Yamamoto】: In the group file, thank you very much (Dogeza)

【Margot】: ……………

[Vodka]: +1

[Kobayashi]: Go to hell, you useless men (smile)

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When Akai Shuichi received the notification that he had obtained the qualification for the examination, it was already the morning of the next day.

At that time, he was organizing a handover task at a joint base.

He suddenly knew the news, and his first reaction was——

The little heartless man who crossed the river and demolished the bridge hadn't forgotten him.

The man squinted his eyes, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth a little.

However, this joy didn't last long before he was provoked by a few miscellaneous fish.

"Hey, are you the goddamn Zhu Xingda?"

The red-haired man was twirling a ring knife in his hand. His five fingers were slender and full of strength. His fingers and fingers were covered with calluses, and he stopped in front of the long-haired man with a gloomy expression.

"It's you who have been teasing our brothers for so long with the name of that lord?"

He surrounded Zhu Xingda with a few men with unkind faces who were not weak at first glance.

"Who the hell gave you the self-confidence, saying that being appreciated by the adults at the top, and watching the brothers at the bottom be courteous, it's so fucking cool to you, isn't it?"

He grinned grinningly and said, "Today I will let you have a good time—"

Akai Hideo looked calm, and when these people just approached, he looked around calmly for a week.

The organization's stronghold is an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo.

They happened to be near the door of a certain workshop, with their backs facing the wall, and they happened to be surrounded by these people.

And the few members who passed by either turned a blind eye or yawned like watching the excitement.

...It's a little troublesome.

Tomorrow is the time for the assessment task. If these guys are injured today, the loss outweighs the gain.

And these members of the organization obviously wouldn't give him so much time to think, they rushed forward together after saying a few harsh words, and they didn't talk about martial arts at all.

Several people thought to themselves: None of them are good people. Why do you have to fight one-on-one when you can beat them up? Just beat them to death.

Akai Shuichi quickly raised his hand to block, and quickly dodged the attacks of the two. However, after some movements, he still suffered a little scratches. Of course, the others were not having a hard time, only the red-haired man in the lead was relatively relaxed.

The red-haired man grinned: "Hey, why don't you kneel and kowtow to me today!"

After all, the ring knife in his left hand made a flexible move, stabbing it neatly from a tricky angle.

"—!"

Akai Hideichi frowned, and he was ready to exchange injuries for injuries, but a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the red-haired man's wrist firmly.

"I fuckin'm—!"

The red-haired man looked up cursingly, and saw a young man with a lollipop in his mouth.

"Don't let him meddle in your own business! I'll beat you too!"

Akai Shuichi looked unpredictable.

He frowned: "Didn't this guy just watch the excitement?"

Still yawning.

Why do you rush up suddenly...

Margo yawned lazily again, but still didn't let go: "I'm sorry, but beating a dog depends on the owner. This guy belongs to our adults anyway, so it's not okay to beat him too badly."

His eyes were not on these members of the organization at all, but stared at the black Porsche parked quietly at the door of the workshop.

He purposely said loudly: "Do you know who our lord is? I advise you to put yourself right—"

The red-haired man wanted to pull his hand out, but the young man in front of him looked thin and weak, and his hands were strong. He was still cursing and slandering this man so much in his heart.

How to beat a dog depends on the owner, huh, and he's a fake and powerful person, how can those big people in the high-level pay attention to these small characters like us.

However, he suddenly found that the eyes of this strange guy in front of him suddenly lit up, and he looked like he wanted to wag his tail on the spot.

The tone of the red-haired man's curse was a little slower: "You fucking..." Are you sick?

Before he finished speaking, he heard a series of unhurried footsteps behind him.

Suddenly some bad premonitions welled up in my heart.

He frowned and was about to turn his head, but he inadvertently saw that the guy in the knitted hat next to him had a serious face.

...Wait, is this bastard joking?Are you still fucking free to laugh? !

"Hey, you are fucking sick—"

He turned his head back with a sarcasm grin, and then his voice and movements froze for an instant.