Chapter 299 Someone Is Digging Their Toes Into the Floor, I Won’t Say Who It Is
When Bellmode walked into the Polo Cafe, he saw Kumel and Bourbon standing and sitting together in front of the bar.
Bourbon is a cunning character who is extremely good at acting, and so is Kumail.
To be honest, after briefly having two contacts with Kumail, she suddenly felt that Gin brought the two of them together as partners. Perhaps she really relied on intuition to achieve similar filing situations.
Although the two of them are of different ages, origins, and abilities, there is an eerie similarity in their acting styles.
A beautiful skin, excellent disguise, and a crazy temperament that occasionally pops out from inside...
The more she got to know them, the more she felt a strange convergence.
Maybe Gin is a guy who is surprisingly good at reading people?
With this weird thought swirling in his heart, Belmode, who actually walked directly to them, pointed out his identity, and left after explaining the matter, thought for a moment, and gathered together like a normal customer entering a cafe. In front of the bar, he pretended to look at the menu.
At such a close distance, as she listened attentively, she could already make out a rough outline of the conversation between the two people.
Bourbon, who was leaning casually on the bar, had a gentle and amiable smile on his face, but the words coming out of his mouth were particularly cold: "You are not qualified to bargain with me, junior. You should not blame me for being unkind, it's you." A bad move revealed a weakness... With such a big flaw in front of you, it is really difficult for someone not to take advantage of it."
Bourbon spoke very slowly, narrowing his eyes as he spoke.
This was a look that Belmode would occasionally see on his face, often indicating Bourbon's strong interest or preparation for some bad jokes.
Kumail held the coffee in his hand, raised his head, and revealed the face of Karasawa that Bermod had only seen in the documents.
He stirred the coffee with a spoon and gave Bourbon the same toothy smile.
"Don't say it so harshly, Mr. Tohru, I have never shied away from the additional investigation you asked me to do." Kumail shrugged, "The price you offered is too outrageous, no one will accept this condition. There are still many things to do in the office, and it is not appropriate for you to always exploit child labor like this."
"Then you can put your school affairs down first." Bourbon refused without hesitation. "Letting you maintain the identity of Tang Zezhao is not for you to enjoy high school life. The dark insect should have full self-awareness."
Kumail didn't react to the disparagement. He blinked, as if he was used to it, and the speed of stirring the coffee didn't change at all.
"The organization arranged for me to work under you, not so that you can shirk your tasks so that you can use me to transfer assets or something like that, senior." Kumail glanced sideways at Bourbon and replied with the same sharp tongue, " You are the one, but don’t be too intoxicated as a guardian and transfer your anger of being robbed of your target to me without authorization. I am not the one who arranged the task, so don’t be too ridiculous, Mr. Tohru."
Bourbon rolled his eyes, supported the bar with both hands, and looked down at Kumel in a condescending manner.
The sunlight passes through his eyes, refracting a transparent inorganic texture, like a cold-blooded animal staring at a target ready to attack.
"Are you sure you want to discuss this issue with me?" His voice was softer than before, and it was a little blurry. Belmod secretly moved half a step closer, "You made me think of some very unpleasant things... I Believing those things will also make you feel very unhappy.”
The spoon in Kumail's hand clinked into the coffee, spilling a few drops of brown liquid.
He raised his eyelids and looked back. His light blue eyes at this moment also showed the same inorganic texture: "I have expressed it again and again. It is Gin who caused your unhappiness. Don't go to him." If you are in trouble, you will only stare at me and make trouble, which will make you look incompetent and angry."
Bourbon turned his head, as if he was laughing because he heard Gin's name: "It's not that simple to deflect the conflict. I will settle the accounts with him. You are the one who took the risk and didn't hide your tail well. "
Kumail sneered and replied with unabated aggression: "What a pity. I also have the bargaining chip you want. Don't push me too hard, senior. Just like you said, I He is a lunatic with an unstable mental state, so don’t place too much hope on me being able to think calmly.”
"It's going to end in turmoil, and your sweet dream will no longer be possible. Are you sure you want to threaten me with this kind of thing?"
"Rather than being broken by others, it's better to wake up on your own. There's nothing wrong with it, right?"
The two people spoke very softly, but the tense atmosphere was unfaltering. Across the distance from the bar, the two of them looked at each other with very similar eyes without blinking.
Like two poisonous snakes staring at each other, ready to attack when they find a weakness.
Although he didn't understand what they were arguing about for the time being, Belmode, who had some vague guesses, felt that it was almost time for him to appear.
If their conflicts continue to escalate, no one can guarantee whether these two crazy guys will cause greater trouble.
To be honest, Belmode is happy to see the two of them having differences. The more muddy the water is, the less likely others will turn their attention to the Maori family, and the better they can cover up what she wants to cover up.
It's a pity that their internal fighting will inevitably affect the personal safety of Angel and others...
"Boy, please pay attention to your volume." She did not suppress her voice and said in her own voice, "Two code-named members of the organization quarreled in public because of personal grudges, and finally exposed their identities. What does it sound like? It’s like a weird entertainment show.”
Her words were a bit exaggerated. Both of them spoke very softly, and no one else would notice except her, a listener with ulterior motives.
However, her main point was to change the subject. Whether the reason was good or bad, it didn't matter.
"Ha, Belmod..." Bourbon twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously showing that he was not in a high mood.
Kumail turned his head and looked her up and down, laughed, and shook his head.
"Okay, if you two have any questions, you can continue later. I'm just here to explain the task." Her voice changed back to a soft and clear girl's voice in the next moment, "Do you mind giving us a little space, Bourbon?"
Bourbon rolled his eyes, and Bermod suspected that he rolled his eyes secretly, but he followed the instructions and walked away, like a waiter who took an order, and said a series of smooth "Okay" I understand, please wait a moment, guest." He walked to the kitchen area inside, keeping a certain distance from the two of them.
Kumail glared at his back and blew his bangs, blowing the fluffy hair away from his eyes.
Perhaps due to Karasawa's appearance, Kumel showed a real childishness with this expression, which made Bermod's expression slightly relaxed.
"It sounds like a lot of work, Kumel." Sitting next to Karasawa, she reached out and naturally wrapped her arms around Karasawa's arm, imitating Suzuki Sonoko's usual speaking manner, and said with a smile, "In It’s really not easy for Bourbon’s men to make a living, isn’t it?”
It seems that even if the real core issue is not involved, Kumail is facing a lot of pressure just because Bourbon notices his laxity in his daily state.
The work of organization, the work of detectives, and now with the added squeeze of bourbon…
No wonder he drove to the outskirts so far away in the first place and confronted himself. Kumail was completely accustomed to high-pressure environments.
"Winner or loser, I'm willing to admit defeat. Anyway, he didn't find anything too important." Knowing that she heard the conversation clearly, Kumail paused, shook his head and wiped away a few drops that spilled from the cup. Coffee, he put the warm liquid to his mouth, "What do you want from me?"
He was avoiding her question, apparently not wanting her to discover the focus of their dispute.
Belmod made a simple analysis in his mind, took out an envelope from the inner pocket, and placed it next to Kumail's coffee cup.
Karasawa, who looked like he was drinking coffee, but was actually suppressing the smile on his lips with a cup, looked at Toru Amuro, who was wiping the cup with his back stretched out in a funny way, and was obviously still secretly grappling with his own embarrassment. Slowly lowering his gaze, he glanced at the beautifully framed letter.
"'Virtual Reality Game Conference'? The organization's interests are quite broad." Tangze read out the title on the envelope without any sense of surprise.