Irish Wants Revenge Again

After decisively choosing to retreat, Gin turned around and got back into the car without looking back.

But Vodka stopped reluctantly, leaning against the car door as he looked back at Lin Xinyi and Mouri Ran.

He truly could not accept it.

He had clearly felt that his deduction was correct.

He had even managed to persuade his big brother for once.

Yet not only had he failed to expose the so-called traitor's true face, he had been beaten until his own face was completely unrecognizable.

Where exactly had things gone wrong?

Had he really guessed wrong?

"Could it have been Kir?"

Vodka muttered under his breath:

"Maybe Kir is a traitor too!"

"If she helped Lin Xinyi secretly swap out 'Mouri Ran,' then everything makes sense!"

Gin: "..."

He had actually believed such utterly illogical reasoning earlier.

How embarrassing.

"Enough, Vodka."

"If you don't want to get in, I can find another driver."

"S-sorry."

Vodka immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

No matter how chilling his big brother's murderous aura was, it was nowhere near as terrifying as the threat of being fired.

So he quickly stopped his wild speculations.

Then he hurriedly rolled into the driver's seat.

"I-I'll start driving now, right now!"

"..." A terrifying silence followed.

Then, even Lin Xinyi, more than ten meters away, heard Gin's unusually emotional roar:

"Bastard—"

"Are you copying the way I talk?!"

"N-no!" Vodka's tearful voice carried over as well. "B-Big brother, my... my mouth is swelling too."

Another silence followed.

The two men in the car stared at each other.

The next second, the car shot off as though fleeing for its life.

It disappeared from sight in no time.

Leaving behind an extremely awkward atmosphere.

"Th-this..." Mizunashi Rena still stood there foolishly.

The turn of events had