Little Hands Aren't Very Clean

"Fine, I agree to join your organization," Guchuan said reluctantly.

Whatever. When the organization got taken down, he could just run. These days, there was no future in being a criminal.

As the son of an upright government official, he firmly opposed these criminal forces.

"You brat, joining the organization is your hon—"

Vodka had wanted to scold Guchuan a little, but faced with Guchuan's ill-intentioned gaze, he backed down.

"Useless!"

Vodka lowered his head. Sorry, Boss. I've disgraced you.

"Vodka is an organization member with a codename, after all. His status is higher than yours, so you should show him sufficient respect." Gin looked at Guchuan coldly.

"No way, even criminal organizations have seniority rankings?" Guchuan looked deeply disappointed.

"Shut up." Gin truly could not stand that damned mouth any longer.

"You've just joined the organization. I'll take you for a test." Gin spoke.

"A test for what?" Guchuan asked.

"You'll know when we get there." Gin's expression was malicious.

Guchuan took a step back, feeling that Gin was about to screw him over.

"Um, I got captured by you guys while I was out buying breakfast. I haven't eaten yet. How about you let me eat first, then we go take the test?"

"No need. You'll just throw it up later anyway." Vodka placed a hand on Guchuan's shoulder with a vicious grin.

"Ahahaha!"

Upon arriving at the training grounds, Gin personally gave Guchuan a combat test.

While Guchuan desperately protected his face, his back, butt, stomach, and thighs suffered severe blows.

Although Guchuan lay sprawled on the ground in a miserable state, his face remained intact.

As for Gin, he did not feel much better either. Guchuan had dirtied his clothes badly, and several torn scraps of fabric were scattered across the training grounds.

Looking at the dirt on Gin's face, Guchuan Ning felt that he had not lost.

"You only know a few Combat Techniques. Having never experienced a true fight to the death, you're still far too green." Having vented the frustration from his car being "lost," Gin lit himself a cigarette.

"Heh." Guchuan gave a disdainful laugh.

Barbarians only knew how to use their fists. Guchuan Ning believed in winning people over with virtue.

"You're the person in charge of The Winery in Japan, right? The member codenamed 'Gay'?" Guchuan deliberately got Gin's codename wrong to disgust him.

Then Gin's fist arrived right on schedule.

"My codename is 'Gin.' If you get it wrong again, it won't be as simple as one punch." Gin tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot.

Guchuan got up from the ground and dusted himself off, clearly not taking Gin's warning to heart. You wouldn't kill me anyway, so what was wrong with having a little fun?

Making the dreary Winery feel more alive—these people should be thanking him.

"Here."

Gin tossed over a photograph, and Guchuan caught it.

The photo showed a researcher in a white lab coat. She had short, slightly wavy chestnut hair, lake-blue eyes, delicate features, and an icy expression.

"This is a researcher who defected from the organization. Your first mission is to bring her back." Gin spoke.

"Dead or alive?" Guchuan asked.

Ah, Sherry.

"Alive."

"Okay. Since I've joined the organization and received my mission, I'll be leaving first?" Guchuan eagerly moved closer to Gin as he spoke.

Gin said nothing. Guchuan took that as tacit approval, turned, and left. Before going, he even gave Vodka a provocative glance.

Vodka bared his teeth at Guchuan.

Damn brat. With that awful personality of yours, you'll never become the boss's driver in your entire life.

After Guchuan left, Gin put a hand into his pocket, then froze.

"This brat really never leaves empty-handed," Gin said expressionlessly.

The cigarettes in his pocket were gone. There had only been a few left, but having that brat steal something from him again still pissed him off.

"Hah..." Gin exhaled, then felt like something else was missing.

"Where's my pistol?"

"Your pistol? Hurry up and help the boss look for his pistol!" Vodka shouted at the underlings.

"No need. Some brat must have taken it to add to his collection." Gin spoke in a low voice.

That brat's hands were not very clean.

"Vodka, go buy me a pack of cigarettes." Gin wanted a smoke to calm down.

"Yes!"

Vodka jogged out, and before long—

"Boss, this is bad!"

Vodka ran back in frantically, and the veins on Gin's forehead bulged at the sight.

"What now?"

"Boss, your car is gone again," Vodka said.

"Good. Looks like that brat didn't take this lesson to heart." Gin raised his head, looking in the direction Guchuan had left with eyes full of cruelty.

At that moment, Guchuan had already tossed the cigarettes in his pocket into a trash can and driven off in the Porsche 356A.

Woohoo, takeoff!!

Where was this?

Shiho Miyano groggily opened her eyes.

It seemed a man had picked her up and brought her home.

Shiho Miyano swung her lower legs over the edge of the bed. The feeling of her feet not touching the floor made her very uncomfortable.

I'm already a child now. Shiho Miyano's feelings were complicated.

"My clothes?"

Shiho Miyano looked down at herself. She was wearing pink pajamas, and shamefully, she thought they looked rather nice.

And she felt clean and dry. She had clearly already taken a bath.

Shiho Miyano, you're a child now. Don't worry about these things.

Shiho Miyano kept consoling herself inwardly, but how could she possibly not care about this?!

Her body only looked like that of an elementary school student, but mentally, she was already eighteen years old.

"Forget it. He saved me, so why should I care about this?" Shiho Miyano felt her cheeks burning.

She climbed out of bed, put on the oversized slippers, and opened the bedroom door.

"Is anyone there?" Shiho Miyano called softly.

She called out several times but received no response at all.

"Did that person go out?" Shiho Miyano muttered to herself.

What had he gone out to do? Should she just leave?

Shiho Miyano thought to herself. As an organization traitor like her, Gin would definitely not let her go. Staying here would only drag an innocent, pitiful person into this.

"I have nowhere left to go. I can only seek out Shinichi Kudo." Shiho Miyano felt a little sad.

Now, she was completely alone.

They were both victims of taking the organization's drug and becoming elementary school students. Shiho Miyano was confident that Shinichi Kudo would take her in, and then she could help him develop an antidote.

"Well then, goodbye."

Shiho Miyano packed up her white lab coat and walked to the door.

Someone like her should not cause trouble for others.

I hope my sudden departure won't make you worry.