"Ah! Boss!"
Vodka followed behind Gin, who had his eyes half-lidded. He was so startled that the cigarettes he had just bought from the convenience store fell to the ground.
"Vodka, as a codename member of the organization, don't make a fuss over everything."
Ash fell to the ground as Gin shot Vodka a cold glance.
"But Boss, your car was driven away."
Following the direction of Vodka's finger, Gin saw only the car's exhaust. The place where it had been parked was already completely empty.
"Boss, should we chase it?"
Gin glanced at Vodka, making his scalp go numb.
"If you think you can outrun a car."
Vodka shut his mouth and did not dare say another word, standing obediently behind Gin.
"Phew~"
Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, his cold face revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"Boss, what do we do? Should we call the police?" Vodka asked foolishly.
Gin stared at him icily, and Vodka instantly felt that he had done something stupid again.
As a criminal organization of international obscurity, why was calling the police the first thing that came to mind when something happened?
"Vodka, your way of thinking is very similar to those undercover agents lurking within the organization."
A chill ran through Vodka's entire body.
"Boss, I'm your most loyal underling! I am irreconcilable with justice!"
"Heh~"
"Woohoo~"
Guchuan Ning drove the Porsche with one hand while making a victory sign with the other.
"You don't often see antique cars like this these days. I struck it rich today."
Guchuan Ning leaned back comfortably in his seat, picked up the drink from the passenger seat, and gulped it down.
"Screech~"
"Hello, Officer."
Guchuan Ning pulled over to the roadside and looked obediently and gently at the spirited policewoman blocking his way.
"Hello. Your vehicle was speeding. Please show me your driver's license." Yumi Miyamoto wore a stern expression as she extended her gloved hand toward the window.
"My driver's license? Could you wait a few more months? I haven't passed the test yet." Guchuan Ning held his head, looking somewhat helpless.
"You dared to drive without a license?"
Yumi Miyamoto was taken aback.
After working as a traffic officer for so long, this was the first time she had encountered someone so brazen.
Driving without a license was one thing, but he had even dared to speed openly. He clearly had no regard for Japan's police at all.
"Get out of the car. Why did you dare drive without a license?" Yumi Miyamoto grabbed the car door.
"I didn't want to either, but I'm only nineteen. They won't let me take the test."
It wasn't that I didn't want to. They simply wouldn't give me the chance to take the driving test. I was already nineteen—an adult back in China—but here, I couldn't even go to a bar.
"Alright, alright, stop pulling on the door. I just got this car. If you damage an antique like this, I won't be able to find another one."
Guchuan Ning got out of the car and pulled Yumi Miyamoto's hand away, then looked at the door with concern.
Seriously, Japan's police were too rough.
"How did you get this car?"
Yumi Miyamoto had already taken out her handcuffs.
"Someone left it there, so I drove it away."
She had originally thought this would just be a simple speeding stop, but she had not expected to uncover a whole pile of issues in the end.
Compared to them, speeding was hardly worth mentioning.
"Is everything you said true?" Yumi Miyamoto slipped the handcuffs over Guchuan Ning's wrists, just short of locking them.
"I love telling the truth."
"Then come back with me." Yumi Miyamoto cuffed Guchuan and pressed him against the car.
"Easy. I'm not going to resist. Can't you be a little gentler?" Guchuan said disdainfully.
"Behave yourself. We'll contact your parents once we get back to the Police Station."
Yumi Miyamoto did not indulge Guchuan in the slightest.
"There's a business card for my legal father in my pocket, with his number on it. Please take it," Guchuan said to Yumi Miyamoto.
"Alright."
"Wait, not the pocket on my butt!"
"I know."
Gin sat in the bar, puffing away. The bartender underling inhaled a large amount of secondhand smoke but did not even dare cough.
"Boss, we found the car."
Vodka stood before Gin with a strange expression, hesitating as though he wanted to say something.
"Where is that damned car thief?"
"At the Police Station."
"Hm?"
Even Gin, who always remained unruffled, was somewhat surprised.
He had told Vodka to gather their underlings, retrieve his Porsche, and capture that car thief so Gin could shoot him personally. Yet Vodka was telling him that the car thief was at the Police Station.
Don't tell me you called the police and had them catch that car thief?
Vodka, and you still claim you're not an undercover agent?
"Boss, according to our informant at the Police Station, that car thief was caught by traffic police for speeding. Both he and the car are at the Police Station now," Vodka said quietly.
That damned car thief really knew how to cause trouble.
If he had been able to steal a car from them, he should have had some skill and guts. How had he ended up caught and taken to the Police Station for speeding?
"Phew~" Gin puffed out smoke, feeling speechless himself.
"Send someone to steal the car back. Once that car thief leaves the Police Station, take care of him." Gin's intolerance for stupidity had flared up.
A car thief that stupid did not deserve to die by his own hand.
"Yes!"
"Boss, something's wrong!"
A black-clad underling rushed into the bar, covered in rainwater.
"What happened?" Vodka asked.
"Sherry has disappeared!"
"What!?"
"What!?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have driven without a license, and I shouldn't have stolen a car."
Guchuan sat in a chair at the Police Station and apologized without the slightest sincerity.
"An apology alone is useless, especially such an insincere apology." Yumi Miyamoto shot Guchuan a glance.
Not everything could be resolved with a single apology. If someone did something wrong, they should face legal punishment, even if they were a minor.
"I already apologized. What more do you want? Do you expect me to die?" Guchuan looked thoroughly impatient.
"What kind of attitude is that?!"
Yumi Miyamoto wanted nothing more than to punch Guchuan in the face.
He was far too arrogant. Bratty kids like him deserved a harsh lesson. She had no idea what kind of family could raise a child so lawless.
Guchuan glanced outside.
The sky had grown dark, and rain poured down in torrents.
"It's already so late. Can I go home and sleep now?" Guchuan yawned.
"No!"
"Of course you can!"
To Yumi Miyamoto's astonishment, a pot-bellied middle-aged police officer approached with a smile.
"Young Master Guchuan, thank you for recovering the car. I'm sure the owner will be very grateful to you," the middle-aged officer said, shaking Guchuan's hand.
"Haha, I love helping people."
"Young Master Guchuan, would you like us to take you home?"
"No need. I can go back by myself. I won't trouble you."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."
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