Vodka, You Wouldn't Want...

Vodka got out of the police car, the first time he had ever been sent back by the police.

The feeling was rather strange.

After getting out, Vodka felt like his legs had gone weak. Guchuan really did have impressive connections.

He looked around, saw no one nearby, and sneaked into the bar.

"Who are you?" Gin pressed his gun against Vodka's head.

Getting out of a police car while wearing a pink suit—Gin had started to suspect this guy was a police undercover. Had that brat Guchuan sold this place out again?

"Boss, it's me, Vodka!" Vodka looked at Gin with big, innocent puppy eyes.

Gin looked at those honest eyes and frowned.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

They were a criminal organization. Was Vodka dressed like this because he wanted to become an idol?

"Boss, it's all because of that damned Guchuan!" Vodka's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Boss, you have no idea how much I suffered at Guchuan's hands.

After dinner, Guchuan began urging Little Ai to go to bed.

"Why do you keep telling me to sleep?" Little Ai grumbled, smothering Guchuan's face with a pillow from the couch.

This guy was so annoying.

"Children should go to bed early. It's good for their health," Guchuan said with concern.

"Heh." Little Ai sneered.

Everything you're thinking is written all over your face. It practically says, "Nagging woman, go to sleep already. I'm going out to cause trouble." How could I possibly not notice?

"Have you ever sneaked out while I was asleep?" Little Ai asked.

"How could that be?" Guchuan looked completely composed.

As everyone knew, he never lied.

"Hmph, hmph." Little Ai wrinkled her nose.

This guy didn't have a single truthful word in his mouth.

"Here, drink some milk. Milk helps you sleep." Guchuan eagerly warmed up a cup of milk for Little Ai.

"You didn't put anything weird in it, did you?" Little Ai voiced her perfectly reasonable suspicion.

"What do you take me for? I may have a few minor flaws, but overall, I'm still a good person. I'm not some pervert who drugs a child's drink."

Guchuan was deeply offended. He even snatched the milk from Little Ai's hands and poured it into the toilet before flushing it away.

"Taking kindness for weakness—you don't deserve my milk!"

"Looks more like you're destroying evidence," Little Ai said boredly, glancing at the melodramatic Guchuan.

"I'm going to bed."

Little Ai carried her magazine back to her room. Feeling the kitchen knife beneath her pillow gave her a little sense of security.

Living with a pervert really was far too dangerous.

Guchuan pressed his ear against Little Ai's door and listened for a while. Only after the sounds inside gradually faded did he change clothes, disguise himself, and climb out the window.

The nightlife was only just beginning!

"Seriously, why climb out the window when there's a door?" Little Ai rested both hands on the windowsill and watched Guchuan push his motorcycle through the yard with speechless exasperation.

"!"

Guchuan suddenly glanced toward Little Ai's bedroom, frightening her into immediately ducking her head back inside.

"Gin, Vodka, I'm here."

Guchuan snatched away the juice Chianti had just ordered, sat down beside Vodka, and casually draped an arm around his shoulders. His buddy-buddy attitude left Chianti puzzled.

Vodka had just spent ages complaining about that brat Guchuan. Why was Guchuan acting so familiar with him?

"The mission is complete. How long until I can apply for my codename?" Guchuan asked.

He was finally going to become a codename member of the organization. At last, no one would mock him for not having a codename. These past few days, Guchuan had suffered far too much.

"The way you completed the mission didn't seem as miraculous as you claimed before, did it?" Gin said.

This time, the straightforward shooting method had actually seemed very much like Guchuan's style.

"Killing people that way is difficult, okay? How was I supposed to pull it off in such a short time?" Guchuan complained.

"You killed twenty people with that method in five days before," Gin said sarcastically.

Guchuan spread his hands. He did not want to keep pretending either.

"Anyway, the man was already dead. The mission should be credited to me, and you have to apply for a codename for me. Otherwise, I'll blow up this bar." Guchuan said indifferently.

Gin had not even begun to get angry when the bartender, who was mixing drinks, could no longer hold back.

"Every one of the organization's bases here is extremely valuable."

Guchuan did not bother responding to some insignificant bartender. He was a man of status now—how could he lower himself to deal with such a nobody?

"Vodka, go teach him a lesson for me." Guchuan patted Vodka on the shoulder.

"I only take orders from Big Brother."

Vodka gave Guchuan a rather aloof glance and ignored his command completely.

He, Vodka, was Gin's most loyal subordinate. Why would he listen to some brat like this?

Guchuan was not angry. Instead, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"Vodka, you know I never lie. That's why I also hate people who lie." Guchuan stood up and looked down at Vodka from above.

"You!"

Vodka tried to stand up and meet Guchuan's gaze, but Guchuan shoved him back down.

"I'll say it one more time: go teach that bartender a lesson for me!" Guchuan pulled out a phone, instantly causing Vodka's attitude to make a complete one-eighty.

"How did you...?" Vodka was rendered speechless by the photo on the phone.

"You know, men should always carry three phones."

Vodka glanced at Guchuan, who was grinning happily, then at Gin, who sat calmly on the sofa drinking. He rose to his feet with difficulty.

Bang—

With one punch from Vodka, the bartender collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

Vodka's sudden change piqued Chianti's curiosity.

"What did you show Vodka?" She leaned over curiously.

"I can't show you. Vodka would be unhappy, and as his boss, of course I can't let my subordinate be unhappy." Guchuan put away his phone with a smile.

With that photo, he could hold Vodka over a barrel for the rest of his life.

As long as Gin was alive, or Vodka remained loyal to Gin, Vodka would obey him forever. The more loyal Vodka was to Gin, the more obedient he would be.

So what difference was there between being loyal to Gin and being loyal to me, Guchuan!?

Vodka will be my, Guchuan's, first subordinate from now on. Once I recruit Chianti, Korn, Calvados, and the others, Gin will become a complete loner. Then I'll be the true ruler of The Winery in Japan!

After that, I'll swallow up the world. I'll be the king of the world's underworld!

My blood is pumping!

Gin glanced at Guchuan, who had suddenly become inexplicably excited, and sneered inwardly.

"Vodka, what did Guchuan show you?"

"Ah, it was nothing!" Vodka stammered in response to Gin's question.

Gin did not ask again. He merely watched Vodka in silence, smoke drifting from his lips, his expression unreadable.

Vodka clenched his teeth. If he said it, Big Brother would definitely question his loyalty.