"Gin, give me some more assignments."
A qualified boss had to bail out his underlings at the right time.
"I simply can't stand being idle. The moment I think about having no assignments, it feels like ten thousand ants are crawling all over me." Guchuan wore an exaggerated expression.
"Heh."
Gin sneered at Guchuan, then caught sight of Vodka letting out a sigh of relief.
Seeing the two of them like that, Gin felt an inexplicable surge of anger.
"Here's a list of assignments." Gin quickly scribbled down a string of names on the paper.
Guchuan pulled out his phone, preparing to take a picture.
"Whoosh!"
"What are you doing?" Guchuan dodged Gin's hand, refusing to let his phone be snatched away.
"This is classified organization information. Burn it after reading; no copies may remain." Gin looked at Guchuan coldly.
Guchuan took the paper, glanced over it twice, then used Gin's lighter to burn it to ashes.
"I think you're just curious about that photo I showed Vodka earlier." Guchuan was as blunt as ever.
"Heh, I'm not as bored as you think." Gin spoke disdainfully.
Guchuan curled his lips.
"Gin, you're being tsundere again."
Guchuan's thoughtless remark left everyone in the bar stunned. Chianti and the other two stayed silent as though they had turned invisible, while Vodka sucked in a sharp breath and collapsed onto the sofa from lack of oxygen.
Gin's oppressive aura was terrifying, yet Guchuan seemed completely oblivious.
"If I can't keep a copy, what if I remember wrong and kill the wrong person?" Guchuan asked.
"Then they're just unlucky." Gin put a cigarette between his lips.
Vodka lit Gin's cigarette. Feeling the strange atmosphere around him, he thought everyone there simply did not welcome him.
"Then I'm leaving." Guchuan patted his butt and prepared