Little Hands Aren't Very Clean

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

Whatever. When the organization gets wiped out, I'll just run. There's no future in being part of the underworld these days.

As the son of an upstanding official, he was firmly against these criminal organizations.

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

Vodka wanted to scold Guchuan, but facing Guchuan's ill-intentioned gaze, he backed down.

"Useless!"

Vodka lowered his head. I'm sorry, Boss, I've shamed you.

"Vodka is a codenamed member of the organization; his status is higher than yours. You should show him proper respect," Gin said, staring coldly at Guchuan.

"No way, do we have to pull rank even in a criminal organization?" Guchuan looked disappointed.

"Shut up." Gin truly couldn't stand his obnoxious mouth anymore.

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

"Test what?" Guchuan asked.

"You'll know when we get there." Gin had an ulterior motive.

Guchuan took a step back, feeling like Gin was about to set him up.

"Um, you guys grabbed me when I went to buy breakfast, and I still haven't eaten. How about I eat first, then we do the test?"

"No need. You'll just throw it up later anyway." Vodka placed a hand on Guchuan's shoulder, a sinister grin on his face.

"Ahahaha!"

At the training ground, Gin personally conducted a combat test with Guchuan.

While Guchuan desperately protected his face, his back, butt, stomach, and thighs took a severe beating.

Although Guchuan lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly miserable, his face was perfectly fine.

As for Gin, he wasn't doing so well either, as his clothes were heavily soiled by Guchuan, and several torn pieces of fabric were scattered across the training ground.

Looking at Gin, whose face was covered in dirt, Guchuan firmly believed he hadn't lost.

"You only know a few fighting techniques. You're still too green without any real combat experience." Gin vented his frustration over the 'lost' car by lighting a cigarette.

"Heh." Guchuan sneered.

Savages only know how to use their fists. Guchuan prefers to win people over with virtue.

"You're the head of the organization in Japan, the member codenamed 'Gay,' right?" Guchuan deliberately mispronounced Gin's codename to annoy him.

Then, Gin's fist arrived as expected.

"My codename is 'Gin.' If you get it wrong again, it won't be as simple as a punch." Gin threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it several times to extinguish it.

Guchuan got up from the ground, patting the dirt off himself, clearly not taking Gin's words to heart. Anyway, you won't kill me, so what's wrong with livening things up a bit?

You should thank me for making the dreary Gin organization more vibrant.

"Here."

Gin tossed a photo, and Guchuan reached out to catch it.

The photo showed a researcher in a white lab coat, with slightly curly, brown bobbed hair and lake-blue eyes. She had a delicate face and a cold demeanor.

"This is a rogue researcher from the organization. Your first mission is to bring her back," Gin said.

"Dead or alive?" Guchuan asked.

Ah, Sherry.

"Alive."

"Okay, since I've joined the organization and received my mission, can I leave now?" Guchuan enthusiastically sidled up to Gin and asked.

Gin didn't say anything, which Guchuan took as implicit approval. He then turned to leave, giving Vodka a provocative look before he went.

Vodka bared his teeth at Guchuan.

That damn brat. With a terrible personality like yours, you'll never become the boss's driver.

After Guchuan left, Gin put his hand in his pocket, then paused.

"That kid. He really doesn't leave empty-handed," Gin said, his expression unreadable.

The cigarettes in his pocket were gone. Though only a few were left, he was still annoyed that the kid had taken something else.

"Phew~" Gin exhaled, then felt as if something was missing.

"Where's my pistol?"

"Pistol? Hurry up and help the boss find his pistol!" Vodka shouted at his subordinates.

"No need. A certain kid must have taken the pistol for his collection," Gin said in a low voice.

That kid's hands are quite sticky.

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

"Hey!"

Vodka scurried out and was back in a flash.

"Boss, something's wrong!"

Vodka ran back in, panicked, and Gin could see the veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Now what?"

"Boss, your car's gone again," Vodka said.

"Oh, good. It seems that kid didn't learn his lesson this time," Gin said, raising his head, a cruel glint in his eyes as he looked in the direction Guchuan had left.

At this moment, Guchuan had already tossed the cigarettes from his pocket into a trash can and was driving off in the Porsche 356A.

Woohoo! Liftoff!

Where is this?

Shiho Miyano groggily opened her eyes.

I think a man brought me home.

Shiho Miyano dangled her legs over the side of the bed, feeling very unaccustomed to her feet not touching the ground.

I'm a child now, Shiho Miyano thought, her mood complicated.

"My clothes?"

Shiho Miyano looked down at herself, dressed in pink pajamas. She was even ashamed to admit they looked rather nice.

And the clean, dry feeling on her body meant she had already showered.

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

Shiho Miyano kept trying to comfort herself, but how could she not worry about it?

Although her body was that of an elementary school student, her mental age was already eighteen.

"Forget it. He saved me, so why worry about these things?" Shiho Miyano felt her face flush.

She got off the bed, put on the oversized slippers, and opened the bedroom door.

"Is anyone here?" Shiho Miyano called out softly.

She called a few times but got no response.

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

What did he go to do? Should I just leave?

Shiho Miyano thought to herself. As an organization defector like her, Gin would definitely not let her off. Staying here would only implicate an innocent, unfortunate person.

"I have nowhere else to go. I can only go to Shinichi Kudo," Shiho Miyano said, feeling a bit sad.

She was completely alone now.

As victims who became elementary school students after taking the organization's drug, Shiho Miyano was confident that Shinichi Kudo would accept her, and then she could help him develop an antidote.

"Well then, goodbye."

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

People like her shouldn't cause trouble for others.

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