EBE Chapter 364 Vodka: ...Oh no, which personality is he now? (Happy Birthday, 0 Jun)
Chapter 364 Vodka: ...Oh no, which personality is he now? (Happy Birthday, 0 Jun)
Chapter 364 Vodka: ...Oh no, which personality is he now? (Happy Birthday, Zero-kun)
There was an imperceptible wariness in Vermouth's eyes. This feeling was not the danger of being tricked at any time as in front of other personalities, but the feeling of facing a natural enemy. It is no exaggeration to say that she felt her hair stand on end and both wrists were cold.
Her expression turned strange. Could it be that this new personality was on the bright side?
If it's true, it would be fun.
Furuya Rei listened to the heartbeat and emotions of this sensitive woman, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. She is afraid of me, interesting!
He folded his cane and put it into his sleeve. He gently stirred the coffee with a coffee spoon in his right hand. His back remained straight and unbending. His voice was clear and powerful. "You can call me Guardian."
Vermouth's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Guardian?
Good guy, just by listening to the name you can tell that he is on the side of justice.
She was immediately interested. Amuro Toru was so cowardly that he developed such a split personality. Could it be that he had stayed in the laboratory for too long, hoping that the police would break into the organization and rescue him?
When he thought of this personality emitting a subtle aura of light, like a searchlight in a purely dark organization, he did not hide his inner gloating.
Gin must be enjoying the show too.
"Mr. G, nice to meet you, it's our first time." Vermouth curled the corners of her lips in interest and reached out to tap the wine glass. The crisp sound was particularly clear in the quiet stronghold.
"Me too." Furuya Rei nodded politely: "So, are you afraid of me?"
Without waiting for Vermouth to deny, he lowered his head and smiled lightly, his voice adding a bit of coldness: "Don't quibble, I can hear the emotions in your heartbeat."
Vermouth's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously leaned back, putting some distance between herself and Rei Furuya.
This defensive posture made Furuya Rei tilt his head towards her. His voice was the clear and sharp voice of a young man, and the very light ending tone carried a hidden danger: "You plan to find someone to test me. Is it Gin Bar?"
Vermouth's pupils shrank. Could this guy have the ability to read minds?
"I don't have the ability to read minds." After taking a sip of coffee, a faint smile appeared on his lips, making him look like an elegant law enforcer holding a gun and executing a death penalty.
Vermouth was so shocked that she was numb, and even began to wonder if this guy was pretending to be blind.
She immediately cleared her mind. Her brain, which had been racing like crazy when she was talking to this guy, was now completely blank.
She had to control herself and not think about anything so as not to leak any information.
"Don't be afraid. I won't get into your head and peek into your thoughts. There's no need to suppress your thoughts." He slowly put down the coffee spoon and said, "If you don't use your brain often, it will become damaged. The organization doesn't welcome stupid beauties."
Vermouth's hands trembled, convinced that the guardian was warning her. The next second, she swept the thought into the trash heap, holding her breath, and forced a smile, saying: "Although Mr. G can't see, he is still very perceptive."
Furuya Rei remained noncommittal and asked in a firm tone, "When will Gin come back?"
When Vermouth saw that his attention was not on her, she breathed a sigh of relief, quietly shifted her stiff body, and said, "He boarded the plane yesterday. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be here now."
As the words fell, light, rhythmic footsteps gradually approached, carrying a sense of decisiveness and efficiency. A faint smell of tobacco came from afar, domineeringly infecting every inch of the air in the stronghold.
Vermouth immediately looked up at the door and saw Gin, wearing a black coat and a black hat, walking in slowly with a half-smoked cigarette in his left hand.
He had an elegant posture, with long white hair as white as moonlight draped behind him. Despite his cold and icy aura, he actually had the elegance of an English gentleman.
The burly Vodka followed behind him with a cold expression, like an emotionless killer.
But when the eyes under the sunglasses inadvertently looked at Fūya Reishi, they were full of astonishment, and he even pretended to be calm and hid behind his elder brother.
Gin's eyelids twitched when he noticed his movements. He resisted the urge to kick him and turned a blind eye.
His gaze was fixed on Fūya Rei as he strode over to him with big strides. His black windbreaker opened slightly with his steps, as if a crow in the dark was stretching its wings and suddenly taking off. The fluttering corners of his coat drew a cold arc in the air.
Fūya Rei turned his head and looked over. After becoming blind, he perceived the world in another way and could sense the powerful force around Gin.
He couldn't help but get excited, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.
Vermouth was about to say hello to Gin who was walking over when something seemed to fly past her.
Looking closely, I saw that Furuya Rei had already started fighting with Gin.
Vermouth's hand froze in mid-air just as she was about to raise the wine glass.
The experienced Vodka quickly went behind the bar, away from the fighting range of the two men, to prevent himself from being affected.
He looked at Vermouth and asked dissatisfiedly: "Vermouth, you deliberately told, told..."
Vodka was dumbfounded and for a moment he didn't know how to address Furuya Rei.
He stuttered for a long time before, under Vermouth's watchful gaze, he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Which personality is this now?"
Vermouth looked at the blind young man who was fighting back and forth with Gin with a complicated expression. She didn't mean to hide anything and said directly: "It's Amuro-kun's new personality. He calls himself the Guardian. We can call him G."
After getting the answer, Vodka stubbornly continued with his previous question: "You deliberately told G about Big Brother's whereabouts. What do you want to do?"
Vermouth lazily picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Her red lips were full and gorgeous, and her tone was graceful and elegant: "What else can I do? Amuro-kun finally sobered up, and we colleagues must come to witness it. To celebrate, it's not too much to drink together, right?"
Vodka was speechless, his brows furrowed. This, this is not too much.
But we are not familiar with G.
After Vermouth skillfully drank the vodka, she stared straight at the two men fighting in the field.
That figure, that strength, and that soft and flexible movement...
She licked her lips, drank the gin in the glass in one gulp, and stood up to get another bottle of bourbon.
Vodka, who was hiding aside: "..."
I shuddered and didn't dare to look any further.
The fight between Rei Furuya and Gin grew more and more exciting. Although he couldn't see, he could sense the air waves caused by Gin's every movement, could hear the blood boiling in his veins when he punched, and could sense his gradually rising emotions...
As the figures crossed each other, Furuya Reuge blocked Gin's elbow, jumped up and kicked Gin, and every movement was accompanied by a strong sense of oppression.