Those Who Know, Know

Irish felt very secure now.

But Gin's expression was far from pleasant.

Today's operation had been declared a total failure before it had even begun.

Aside from the last accident, when Lin Xinyi had inadvertently killed Masuyama Kenzo, causing the state to confiscate the enormous assets registered under Masuyama's name—

This was the first time the organization had suffered such devastating losses.

And the losses from that last accident had only been money.

This time, what they had lost was the organization's living strength, its very foundation.

"The elite peripheral members the organization cultivated over many years were wiped out in a single battle."

"Korn and Chianti were seriously injured as well. Even if they can be saved without lasting damage, they'll probably need several months of recovery before they can carry out missions again."

That was only thanks to Gin being alert enough to order a retreat several minutes in advance.

Otherwise, none of them would have made it back today.

They would not even have had the chance to sit here alive and talk.

"You did very well—"

Gin's gaze swept over everyone present one by one.

"Our undercover gentlemen."

Bourbon, Kir, Irish, and even Vodka did not escape his cold eyes.

"Hey, hey." Irish was in the most stable state of mind right now.

So he was the first to meet Gin's gaze and retort without the slightest guilt.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Could I possibly be an undercover agent?"

"Don't forget how you people have been watching me these past few days!"

"..." Gin had nothing to say.

Irish had a blood feud with him, and now Gin had forced him to carry out a suicide mission like this.

Theoretically, Irish had the strongest motive to betray the organization.

But precisely because of that,