Chapter 125

"Vermouth, I have new arrangements for you."

The BOSS said in a cold voice: "Pisco is dead, and Gin has an unusual hatred for that Onmyoji. I hope you can temporarily take over as the person in charge of the Tokyo branch."

Vermouth immediately replied: "Understood."

"After you take over as the person in charge of the Tokyo district, you must keep a close watch on that Onmyoji named Akaso Kaze."

"His current abilities do not yet meet our needs; we must wait until he is more powerful."

"We are both God and the Devil. Because we must reverse the torrent of time and bring the dead back to life."

"Such a thing cannot be done by us alone; that Onmyoji is the only one who truly has the potential to do it."

"Therefore, our hope rests entirely on him. Vermouth, I think you should understand what I mean."

Vermouth was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I understand."

In another room, Gin and Vodka were lying on two separate beds.

Vodka looked at Gin's expression and asked in a low voice: "Big Brother, are we just going to let it go like this?"

"Hmph, how is that possible?" Gin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But the BOSS said we are not allowed to make a move against him."

"Of course we can't make a move, but if someone outside the organization wants to deal with him, then it has nothing to do with us."

A cold, sinister smile appeared on Gin's face.

"For this, I need a large sum of money to bury that Onmyoji lord..."

A few days later, Akaso Kaze's residence received an unexpected visitor.

A beautiful woman with long, wavy golden hair, wearing a red, mature sleeveless bodycon dress, her exposed skin as white as jade, charming and alluring.

Her temperament was even more elegant and noble, seductive yet not vulgar.

Akaso Kaze observed her while the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Truly a woman with many masks, mysterious and full of charm.

"Should I call you Chris Vineyard, Sharon Vineyard, or Vermouth?"

He asked indifferently.

The woman opposite him narrowed her eyes slightly.

Although she had anticipated it, being so easily seen through regarding her multiple identities still left her deeply shocked.

Vermouth steadied herself and said with a smile: "As expected of the strongest Onmyoji in Tokyo."

"I have come this time to represent the organization in seeking a truce."

"A truce?" Akaso Kaze laughed.

He shook his head slightly and said indifferently: "You were the ones who started the war, but when it ends is not for you to decide."

Vermouth sighed.

She knew this would be the result.

How could someone possessing such powerful strength compromise so easily?

"This matter was planned by someone who wanted to become an external member of the organization; his name is Tokitsu Junya."

"To show our sincerity, we have already dealt with him."

Akaso Kaze just smiled without a word.

Trying to make a temp worker take the fall, how could that be possible?

"Gin, who deliberately targeted Miyano Shiho, is no longer the person in charge of the Tokyo branch; the current person in charge is me."

Vermouth continued.

Akaso Kaze raised an eyebrow, "Is this your sincerity?"

"Of course not." Vermouth revealed a charming smile.

"Gin is a veteran of the organization, loyal and devoted; naturally, we cannot deal with our own people."

"However, his personal grievances are not something the organization can interfere with."

"I can guarantee to you on behalf of the Tokyo branch of the organization that we will absolutely remain neutral..."

Akaso Kaze laughed.

Very well, Gin, let me see to what extent this world can protect you.

On the Shinkansen train heading to Kyoto.

Gin and Vodka were sitting in the dining car with a black briefcase placed beside them.

"Big Brother, trading intelligence behind the organization's back, the BOSS will surely blame us if he finds out."

Gin puffed on a cigarette with a cold sneer on his face.

"When did I ever say we were trading intelligence?"

"What's inside this black briefcase is not intelligence."

"What? Could it be a bomb?" Vodka, who knew Gin well, was shocked.

"Too loud, Vodka."

Gin suddenly frowned, feeling as if he were being watched.

Scanning the entire dining car, there were only a few people.

Near the door, an elderly man with white hair was slowly drinking a bowl of porridge.

From that distance, it was impossible for him to have heard anything.

Besides, even if he had heard, so what?

No one can stop me; I am Gin!

The train moved rapidly, and Mount Mount Fuji appeared outside the window.

The door to the dining car opened, and a woman walked in pulling a suitcase.

She glanced at the people in the dining car and came to the seat next to Gin.

"Is the intelligence I want in this briefcase?"

The lady saw the briefcase on the table as soon as she sat down.

Not wanting to engage in small talk, she asked straight to the point.

Dealing with these people was truly nerve-wracking, but for money, she had no choice.

"Yes." Gin's indifferent voice sounded.

"The money is in the suitcase; I want to see the intelligence first." The lady's hand reached toward the briefcase.

"No." A pale hand pressed down on the briefcase.

Gin said coldly: "For safety's sake, we will give you the password only after we get off the train. Call us after the train departs. Before that, any wrong move will destroy the intelligence inside."

"So, I paid the money, but I can't check the intelligence?" The lady was somewhat unhappy.

"Yes, it is very unfair. So you can choose to... cancel the deal."

Gin turned his head to look at Mount Mount Fuji outside the window and said coldly.

The lady hesitated for a long time, but finally picked up the briefcase and stood up.

"I hope you can keep your promise."

The sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.

Gin also stood up and turned to leave.

Vodka picked up the suitcase, weighed it, nodded with satisfaction, and followed behind.

"Big Brother, 400 million yen is in hand; what a pleasant deal."

The old man at the carriage door slowly raised his head.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he cast the Hand of Intent.

It was time for the harvest again.

One bundle, two bundles, three bundles...

Vodka was right; it was truly very pleasant.

Why does the Black Organization always like to trade in cash?

This is simply sending me money.

Soon, the suitcase was emptied.

How can I just take without giving?

To give a peach, I must return a plum.

Since you sent me money, I will give you something better in return.

A portal of space connected the black briefcase and the suitcase.

Something fell into the suitcase with a thud.

Gin, walking in the carriage, suddenly stopped in his tracks.