Chapter 860 The Man Who Lets Vodka Call Him Big Brother

Early morning·Lvfeng Music Classroom——

Azusa Enomoto clasped his hands together and kept bowing: "I'm sorry, Mr. Okiya, I really didn't mean to ask you to sell your body, ah, no, to sell your beauty!"

Okiya Subaru: "..."

Okay, no need to explain, the more you draw, the darker it gets.

After reading the time, Nobushige took the brochure from Azusa Enomoto and looked it over: "I think it's pretty good. This photo made Mr. Okiya very energetic. Little girls nowadays probably like this type of warm man, right?" "

"Yes, yes!" Azusa Enomoto nodded crazily, "Actually, in addition to the warm man, Mr. Asano's gentle and polite gentleman style and Mr. Amuro's sunny temperament as the brother-next-door are very popular among young girls. If you Being able to go out together to distribute leaflets will definitely be much more effective than my propaganda. You guys really..."

Azusa Enomoto suddenly shuddered, and she quickly kept silent. When she looked up, she saw Mr. Asano looking at her tenderly.

It was strange, it was such a gentle gaze, why did she feel like the prey of a poisonous snake?

No, no, when will poor Azusa Enomoto stand up?

Azusa Enomoto thought for a while, and finally remembered something that could make her feel a little more confident. She reluctantly raised her head and complained: "I just went to hand out a flyer yesterday, and when I came back, you were all gone. I remember the music classroom. There is a rule that you can’t go out casually during working hours, right?”

Nobuhiro raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Huh? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, yes!" Azusa Enomoto tried to fight for his legal rights.

However, Nobushige said casually: "Oh, then there will be no such rule from today on."

Azusa Enomoto: "???"

Nobuhiro spread his hands: "There is no way. We all have so many part-time jobs, and it is normal for us to be unable to take care of them all for a while. Our Lufeng Music Classroom must be people-oriented and take the reasonable demands of employees into consideration."

So many part-time jobs?

Azusa Enomoto couldn't help but begin to doubt life.

Would a normal store manager allow employees to arrive late and leave early in order to take care of their part-time jobs?

Unlike Azusa Enomoto's worldview that collapsed, Toru Amuro and Subaru Okiya were both satisfied with this.

Toru Amuro felt that it would be great to tear off Asano Nobushige's disguise, so that he could feel confident even if he was absent from work.

Seeing this, Azusa Enomoto was confused: Should she go out and find a part-time job to earn some extra money? Otherwise, he seems to be out of tune with the other people in the music classroom.

Subaru Okiya smiled and explained: "Mr. Asano originally wanted to invite his friends to work for him, but he was never able to do so. Yesterday, Amuro-kun and I went to help persuade him."

"That's it." Azusa Enomoto understood. "What about the end? Did Mr. Asano's friend agree?"

"I guess I agreed."

"What do you mean by agreement? Do you agree at all?"

Okiya Subaru thought about it seriously, and then said: "Maybe he agreed in his heart, but still did nothing on the surface."

Azusa Enomoto said that she no longer understands what Mr. Okiya is talking about. Sure enough, finding a part-time job must be put on the agenda, otherwise she will be left behind by them one day.

Nobushige glanced at the time on his phone, picked up his belongings, and said to the employees: "I still have something to deal with, so I'll leave first."

"Okay." Tohru Amuro estimated that Asano Nobushige was probably doing it for organizational reasons, so he readily agreed.

Only Azusa Enomoto was confused: "I see that Mr. Asano has been paying attention to the time since just now. Do you have an appointment with someone else?"

"That's right." Nobushige gave an ambiguous answer, and then left the music classroom with Azusa Enomoto's confused eyes.

Alas, Azusa Enomoto can't help it if he doesn't understand Nobutano anymore, because he is telling the truth.

He is now looking for Gin, but as for the agreement, he has not made an appointment with Gin before.

…

"Get rid of him quickly!!"

In the dark alley, the grumpy old brother Gin is still tirelessly carrying out his not-so-elegant job - killing people.

Killing people in broad daylight was done in a non-glorious way like stabbing, which even Gin himself felt ashamed of. So this glorious job was gloriously left to Vodka, and Gin was only responsible for standing aside and smoking and supervising - just like the two of them worked together to deal with Kudo Shinichi before - of course Gin couldn't remember Kudo Shinichi. One name.

Warm and sticky blood splashed onto Vodka's body, and he frowned in disgust. He was about to find something to wipe his clothes with, but saw a tissue handed to him.

Vodka raised his head and met the familiar smiling face of a familiar man.

"Mezcal, you're late." Gin snorted rudely.

Mescal sent the tissue in the direction of the vodka and said with a smile: "Wipe it, I don't want you to stain my car."

Vodka's hand holding the tissue paused, and he turned to look at Gin in confusion: "Brother, what does mezcal mean?"

Why worry about getting his car dirty? Even if it gets dirty, it should probably be Gin's Porsche 356A.

"Because you have to follow me." Xinfan said with a smile.

Vodka's expression suddenly changed: "Brother, what did I do that wasn't good enough?"

What did he do not do well enough to disappoint his elder brother so much that he even threw him to Mescal. Everyone in the organization doesn't know Mescal's vicious reputation, and being his subordinate is far less comfortable than being next to his eldest brother.

Vodka probably didn't know that his words offended the two big guys.

Gin stared at him indifferently, but reflected in his heart whether his past choices were correct. Because if you think about it carefully, you will find that nothing about vodka is good enough. When working together, Gin was often needed to help him deal with the aftermath. His driving skills also needed to be improved, and his car was even scratched several times.

The smile on Mescal's face remained unchanged. He tapped Vodka's black cap twice and said with a warning: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to follow me. Just take back the code name and throw it away to the scientific research team. It won't be a big deal."

Vodka trembled, his face changed faster than flipping through a book, and he immediately changed his words: "No, I'm just a little surprised. Then...brother, where are we going now?"

Hearing this "big brother", Mescal almost lost his expression. He said to Vodka seriously: "No, no, no, no, I don't want to compete with Gin. Gin will act alone today, and we are responsible for it." Answer."

There was also a look of sympathy in his eyes that was asking for blessings.

Vodka's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Gin, trying to explain. However, Gin ignored his look indifferently and turned away coolly, his silver hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Mescal threw the car keys to Vodka: "Don't be stunned, let's go!"

After that, he took the lead and walked towards the end of the alley. When passing by the pile of limp corpses, he even avoided some of them out of disgust. And from beginning to end, Mescal never glanced at the body.

Even if he knew that the person lying on the ground was someone else's son, someone else's husband, someone else's father.