Chapter 323

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

"We cannot accomplish such a thing on our own; that Onmyoji is the only one who might truly be able 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: "Understood, 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: "Boss, 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 aren't 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..."

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 elegant and noble, seductive yet not vulgar.

Akaso Kaze looked her over, the corners of his mouth curling 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 calmly.

The woman opposite him narrowed her eyes.

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

Vermouth composed 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 calmly: "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 with such powerful strength compromise so easily?

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

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

Akaso Kaze 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 area; 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; of course, we cannot deal with our own people."

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

"I can guarantee to you on behalf of the organization's Tokyo branch 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.

"Boss, trading intelligence with people behind the organization's back, the BOSS will definitely blame us if he finds out."

Gin was smoking a cigarette, his face full of a cold sneer.

"When did I ever say I was trading intelligence?"

"What's inside this black briefcase isn't intelligence."

"What? Could it be that there's a bomb in here?" Vodka, who knew Gin well, was startled.

"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 old man with white hair was slowly drinking a bowl of porridge.

From that far away, it was impossible for him to hear anything.

Besides, even if he did hear, so what?

No one can stop me; I am Gin!

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

The dining car door 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.

She didn't want to engage in too much small talk and asked straight to the point.

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

"Yes." Gin's calm 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. ===== CHAPTER 325 =====