Vermouth: Mom Was Getting Old and Tired

Vermouth took a deep drag on her cigarette, then glanced at Vodka in the back seat and teased, "But compared to a dead man, maybe you should worry more about Vodka... That stab wound will probably turn him into one before long."

Gin fell silent, his expression turning frigid.

But since what she said was true, he said nothing more.

He continued treating Vodka's wound.

Vermouth glanced at the rearview mirror, as though she had recalled something. "Oh, right. The BOSS also asked me to pass along an order. If you find that guy's trail again, remember to report it to him immediately."

"I understand."

Gin answered briefly.

Hearing that, Vermouth withdrew her gaze, lit another cigarette, held the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched the other out the window. She looked at the road illuminated by streetlights ahead, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes.

Ambus Tella Industry and the Organization were, strictly speaking, partners... No, even calling it a partnership was merely mutual exploitation.

They used the Organization as a black glove to do things they could not show in public, while the Organization gained benefits from them, creating a win-win situation.

Even executives like Gin, who had been working for the Organization since before he was born, knew about the Organization's cooperation with Ambus Tella Industry but had heard little about what lay behind it.

For example, Ambus Tella Industry was actually a front pushed into the public eye by another, even larger organization... Compared to the Organization, it had a much longer history, far greater influence, and was even more secretive. There was vaguely a religious shadow behind it.

This time, strictly speaking, was another collaboration between the Organization and them—the Organization provided intelligence on that white-robed "Assassin," while they provided the Organization with certain