A car set off down the road, heading toward the planned hotel.
Meanwhile, several kilometers ahead.
A black Porsche 356A drove along the winding mountain road and stopped in front of a grand hotel.
After parking, Vodka touched the long-unfelt steering wheel and leaned back against the long-unfelt driver's seat, so thrilled he practically felt ready to take off. How long had it been? How much time had passed? At last, he had gotten his hands on Brother Gin's precious Antique Car again!
With such a good start, could the day when I return to Brother Gin's side and serve as his assistant every day really be far off?
Though his heart was churning with excitement, Vodka outwardly acted as though he were undergoing an exceptionally important interview, trying to perform everything perfectly.
He calmly pushed open the door and got out, eagerly preparing to circle around to the passenger side and open the door for Gin.
But he had only taken one step when Gin got out himself, shut the car door behind him, and cast Vodka a suspicious glance. This guy was acting a little strange today.
"..." Though Vodka had not seen Gin in person for some time, his ability to read his superior's expressions had not diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, it had grown sharper through his increasingly agonizing days.
He immediately reflected on himself and hurriedly discarded the unnecessary eagerness. While inwardly cursing Uzo for keeping him separated from Big Brother for so long, he tried his best to return to his usual self. "Big Brother, shall we go in?"
Gin looked him over a few times, gave a slight nod, and headed toward the hotel entrance with a cigarette between his lips.
The Organization's finances had been fairly ample recently. One factory