Chapter 670: Don't you want to see Akemi Miyano again?

Shuichi Akai's teeth were about to shatter.

He looked at the plan on the paper, feeling both admiration and anger in his heart.

"This guy, just by moving his mouth, wants my life."

"Hehe, why should I listen to him?"

"I won't do it!"

Shuichi Akai said stubbornly.

Hearing his words, Jodie couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

As expected, Akaso Kaze was right again.

He really is very impressive.

In every aspect...

Jodie quickly shook her head.

"Whether you do it or not is up to you, but he asked me to pass on a sentence to you."

"For an Onmyoji who communicates with the yin and yang and controls souls, resurrection from the dead is not impossible."

Shuichi Akai raised his head, confused.

What does this mean?

Is he showing off his skills?

Jodie curled her lip and said slowly: "Don't you want to see Akemi Miyano again?"

In the evening, inside a bar that was a stronghold for the Black Organization.

Gin hung up the phone and picked up the drink on the table, taking a light sip.

A strange light flickered in his eyes.

Vodka, who was beside him, asked: "Brother, who was that on the phone?"

"It was Vermouth."

"What? Vermouth? She escaped?" Vodka stood up with a "swish."

Gin shook his head, a cold sneer on his face that could freeze a person.

"No, she said she was never caught, but that after Calvados died, she had been tracking Shuichi Akai."

"Tracking Shuichi Akai? Then why didn't she tell us?"

"She said the process of being caught by the FBI was too eerie, and she suspected someone in the organization leaked information, so she only notified us today when she was about to close the net."

Gin chuckled, his gaze icy: "Perhaps, tonight, we can watch a good show."

"Vodka, notify Rum and see what he says."

In the dark night, Vermouth sat in the car.

The mobile phone made a "beep-beep" sound.

She pressed the answer button and heard a man's voice from the other side.

"Vermouth, I heard you've been tailing Shuichi Akai and plan to ambush him tonight; is that true?"

"Of course it's true."

Having left Akaso Kaze's home, Vermouth had turned back into the Thousand-Faced Witch, her tone carrying a faint arrogance.

"Rum, you really are still so concerned about Shuichi Akai, but he's about to die."

"It's too early to say that now. I've said it before: the only person capable of killing this traitor is me!" Rum's confidence seemed even stronger.

"Hehe, are you afraid I'll get ahead of you? For so many years, it seems I'm the only one who has ever injured him."

"Hmph, the matter in New York a year ago hasn't been cleared up yet; I want to see what the result will be today."

The phone hung up.

A smile appeared on Vermouth's face unconsciously.

She looked through the car window at the coffee shop not far away, waiting for closing time.

On a street a few kilometers away, a black Porsche 356A was driving toward this side.

Vodka took a lighter and lit cigarettes for himself and Gin.

"Brother, there's still an hour until the agreed time; why are we going over so early?"

"Of course, to prepare for the ambush." Gin puffed on his cigarette, smoke swirling around him as he exhaled.