The cabin swayed. As they drew closer to the Antarctic Circle, the wind and waves grew stronger, and the weather became more extreme. Waves crusted with sea ice slammed viciously against the hull, but the ship held steady. Weather like this could not affect conditions inside the cabin.
After hesitating for a while, Hu Songlin picked out a few bottles of liquor from the storeroom and brought them over, saying cheerfully,
"Mr. 39, it might get very cold on the journey ahead. I've heard that people living at high latitudes drink to keep warm. I'm very good at mixing drinks. This is a plain distilled gin. Sir Henry usually pairs it with cucumber and rose extract. Give it a try."
They were in one corner of the enormous Icebreaker.
This area had been furnished like a rich man's yacht, a recreation space the Club had built specifically for its members.
But it was working hours for the members now, so the entire recreation area was practically deserted. Only the two of them were there, sitting by a window.
39 held a slim women's cigarette as he gazed out at the hazy gray sea. He lowered his eyes and exhaled a plume of smoke, then looked over at Hu Songlin's words and stubbed out his cigarette.
"Aren't you curious why I'm here?"
Hu Songlin poured liquor into a glass and slowly pushed it over. "You must have your own reasons."
39 looked him up and down. "Even if I'm here to do something against the Club, you won't ask?"
"I've always had a bit of inexplicable confidence in my own luck, so I believe the Club isn't your target this time." Hu Songlin looked up at him, a faint smile in his delicate features. "I won't pry."
"..."
*Then you guessed