Chapter 495 You Don’t Do Anything Related to People

A deserted bar in Tokyo——

The deep alley is dark and dim, with the only streetlight nearly a hundred meters away from the door of the bar, so that just passing by here can feel a terrifying atmosphere.

It was late at night, wearing a pair of eye-catching sunglasses, Nobuhiro stepped into the alley with an expressionless face, and walked towards the bar with a clear goal.

There was no other person in the alley, and the occasional passing cat would stay away from him on alert.

Sometimes animals have a much greater sense of crisis than humans, and they keenly sense the danger from Nobuhiro.

There is a worn-out piece of printer paper taped to the door of the bar that says [Closed today].

"Zhila——"

The dilapidated and dirty wooden door made a harsh sound, frightening a group of birds flying from the crooked tree at the door.

The bartender behind the bar looked up when he heard the sound, but did not stop wiping the glass in his hand.

The bar is very cramped, and the small space can only accommodate a bar counter and two or three small tables. However, the environment is very elegant, even compared with star hotels. In particular, the entire wine cabinet behind the bar is filled with a variety of foreign wines, which look expensive.

Apart from the bartender, there was only one customer left in this bar. The man was sitting at the bar with his back to the door, but his smooth silver hair still revealed his identity.

Nobushige walked over to him and sat down. While taking off his glasses, he nodded slightly to the bartender and said, "Make a drink of Barbary Coast."

"I see."

The bartender nodded, turned around and took down a half-drunk bottle of GIN from the wine cabinet, then picked out cocoa liqueur and Scotch whiskey, added them to the shaker, added fresh cream and shook them well.

"You're late." Gin said in a deep voice.

"You came so early." Nobuhiro smiled.

Gin snorted disdainfully: "Rum asked me to tell you that you did a good job with Mata Gong."

"Rum?" Xinfan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a strong sarcasm in his voice, "He doesn't need to tell me such a thing, let alone entrust you to tell me."

Theoretically, mezcal is on the same level as gin, while rum is a higher level than them. It's just that many inner members of the organization, including Gin, are not convinced by this ranking.

After all, Rum is old.

Just like Pisk, no matter how powerful he was when he was young, no matter how important he was by the boss, and if he still tried to influence the affairs of the organization when he was old, there would only be one end.

Gin didn't respond to Nobuhiro's words. He took out an envelope from his arms and pushed it to Nobuhiro on the table.

Xinfan opened it and looked at it, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Is this your sincerity?"

"Rather than sincerity, it's more like a gift from me to them." Gin sneered, "I think those guys will like it very much."

Nobushige's eyes lingered on the last of the list for a moment, and that name surprised him.

"When was Curacao transferred to the intelligence team?" Nobuhiro asked without leaving a trace.

"Intelligence team?" Gin frowned, "Maybe, Rum's people can go anywhere."

The bartender placed the freshly prepared Barbary Coast cocktail in front of Nobuhiro: "Please take your time."

"I thought you would ask for Bourbon. After all, he is in Japan now." After that, Nobuhiro said to the bartender, "Thank you."

There was airflow swirling in Gin's nose: "Whether it's bourbon or Curacao, there's no difference in my eyes."

Xinfan paused and looked up: "What about me?"

"You?" Gin sneered, "You don't do anything related to people. Is this the answer you want to hear?"

"..."

This gin must have been secretly exchanged, right?

Maybe it's that guy Kuroba Kaito under the skin, right?

Ignoring Mezcal's lightning-struck expression, Gin's eyes fell on the Barbary Coast cocktail. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why do you want to order this?"

"You're talking about the Barbary Coast." Xinfan calmed down and replied casually, "I would like to try things like sex from time to time."

It's a pity that mezcal and gin are both strong-flavored base liquors, and the taste when paired together is really subtle. Only try gin with scotch.

"Is it compatible?" Ginjiu thought thoughtfully.

Nobushige didn't give Gin much time to think. He suddenly asked, "Have you ever heard of the history of Gin?"

"That's not necessary."

Tsk, many things are not done because they are necessary. It’s just that I’m afraid a workaholic like Gin will never understand.

"In the United States, gin is considered a poor man's drink. Drinking it can cause infertility, so there is also a saying that it destroys the mother."

Gin was as indifferent as ever, like the ocean at minus 30 degrees Celsius. The surface was calm but the undercurrent was turbulent under the ice.

Nobuhiro added: "In some ways, you are quite consistent with the destruction of your mother."

"Boring."

"Well, I think it's very interesting." Nobuhiro's peripheral vision glanced at the door of the bar, "The vodka is here, so I'll leave first."

He raised the envelope in his hand and said with a smile: "I like this gift very much and look forward to our next meeting."

Gin said nothing.

Nobushige drank the Barbary Coast cocktail in his glass, put on his sunglasses, turned around and left.

He didn't even give Vodka a look when he passed by.

Vodka's big face was full of confusion: "Brother, was that mezcal just now? Even if he was wearing sunglasses, I could still smell the disgusting smell on him."

"No." Gin replied coldly.

"???" The elder brother was so natural that Vodka began to doubt himself, "Did I see it wrong? Oops, I have been working overtime a lot recently, and my eyesight is easy to blur."

Gin glanced at him: "We are driving to Osaka tonight. If you are dazzled, go and change your glasses."

"No, it's better not to use it." Vodka said bitterly, "My degree is already very high."

…

The 27th floor of the 11th floor of Yoneka-cho 5-chome——

With the "click" sound of the door lock, Nobuhiro walked in and took off his shoes and socks at the entrance.

He threw the envelope in his pocket onto the coffee table, where it landed right next to an invoice from the fish market.

The date on the invoice was three days ago.

Nobushige washed his hands, took out a cantaloupe he bought from the refrigerator, and cut it into slices on the island.

He enjoys such a relaxing time after work, without having to think about anything or worry about anything. Repetitive work under the hands helps to completely empty the brain and obtain a short mental rest.

But before he could completely enter a state of relaxation, he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing from the door that had just closed.

"Mr. Asano, I am a delivery person for TA-Q-BIN. Here is your package!" said a strange male voice outside the door.