Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 477 What do you think of Granti?

After finishing his meal at the restaurant with Gin and Vodka, Furuya Rei asked casually, "How's the rum thing going?"

Gin glanced at the information on his phone and said calmly, "He's been sent to the organization's hospital, but that hospital is full of Rum's people."

"Find a way to make the attending physician yours." Furuya Rei's voice was low and powerful.

He sat quietly in the soft chair, his hands folded across his chest, emitting an unquestionable sense of majesty and oppression: "Since Rum spread the word that he is a 'man like a woman', let the doctor help him and make him..."

"Pfft, cough cough cough..."

Vodka was choked by his saliva and kept coughing, his eyes behind his sunglasses full of panic and disbelief.

I remember that before Amuro Toru went to trouble Rum, he mentioned this to his eldest brother. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now he brought it up again and asked the doctor for help.

He had an inexplicable feeling that Amuro Toru was looking for trouble with Boss Rum and had blown him up so badly just to make it easier for the doctor to attack Boss Rum.

no……

Is your way of taking revenge on Boss Rum to turn him into a woman?

Gin's expression was a little stiff at this moment, as if he didn't expect the boss to punish Rum like this.

Fūya Rei realized that the two had misunderstood each other and slowly frowned. This simple action solidified the atmosphere of the entire private room.

Vodka was silent, covering his mouth with his hands and not daring to say a word. He only felt that Amuro Toru's figure was emitting a gloomy haze in the dim light, and the heart-pounding pressure made him dare not breathe.

After he calmed down, Furuya Ling said quietly, "Have the doctor whittle down Rum's skeleton. There must be one or two pieces of information that match him. Why keep telling lies?"

Rum's body is too big and bulky, which doesn't match Hagi's slender and well-proportioned figure, and also makes it more difficult for Hgai to disguise himself.

Quickly take the opportunity to cut it down, Rum gets the good looks, Hagi enters the easy mode, he gets his revenge, Gin gets to watch the fun, and everyone is satisfied.

Gin breathed a sigh of relief and responded decisively, "I'll take care of it."

As long as the boss doesn't change the gender of the organization members when he gets angry, he won't try to persuade them.

Seeing that the boss had nothing else to do, he stood up and bowed his head slightly. His voice was cold and dangerous, with a low ending tone, like a black panther about to hunt in the dark night: "Sir, I will go to do the task first."

Furuya Rei nodded in agreement.

Gin picked up the black hat and put it on his head slowly. The brim of the hat was slightly pressed down to cover his eyebrows and eyes, casting an endless shadow on his face.

He glanced at Vodka, turned around and walked away, each step calm and composed, revealing his decisiveness.

Vodka quickly grabbed his hat and followed closely.

After getting back in the car, Vodka started the car and drove towards the mission location, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Gin pulled out a cigarette and took out his lighter.

With a flick of his hand, the crisp sound of the lighter was very clear in the quiet car. He tilted his head and lit the cigarette, biting it between his lips. The scarlet spark flickered. His expression was dark and gloomy. He squinted his eyes and said impatiently: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Vodka smiled awkwardly and complimented, "As expected of you, Big Brother. You even know what I have to say."

Gin was speechless, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, and he looked very oppressive.

Vodka said hurriedly: "Brother, I'm just curious about your attitude towards Amuro Toru."

Isn’t that too respectful?

It's obvious that you disliked each other and fought with each other before, and you have blocked his phone number countless times.

How come it changed so suddenly?

Gin slowly exhaled the smoke, holding it between his slender, sexy fingers. Complex emotions surged in his green eyes, and he said meaningfully, "Because he is more than just him."

If G is just G, or any other personality, he can boldly push people into buckets to feed them medicine, and fight with people with fists.

But when G appears as the leader, he will not show any disrespect.

In other words, if he walks out of the restaurant today and Toru Amuro turns around and asks him for trouble as G, he will simply hang up the phone and block the number.

If G gets into trouble, he can also raid G's safe house overnight.

In Gin's mind, there is a clear line between the leader and all other identities of Amuro Toru, and his attitude depends on whether Amuro Toru appears as the leader.

At this moment, his cell phone vibrated.

Gin opened it and saw that it was a message from the boss.

I think I should have a code name, do you have any recommendations?

Gin lowered his eyebrows, smoke dissipated from his fingertips, and his frown showed some confusion.

Boss, do you want a code name?

But this did not stop him from replying immediately: [Sir, no one is qualified to choose a code name for you.]

His expression was unexpectedly serious, yet also as pure as ever.

He believed that giving the boss a nickname was a blasphemy to the boss's authority and an interference in rights that did not belong to him.

He doesn't allow this to happen.

Fūya Rei, who was still in the restaurant, was slightly stunned when he saw the reply.

The purpose of his sending that message was very clear. The first was to give the leader a code name.

From now on, no matter which personality wants to use the identity of leader, they can temporarily use this code name.

Second, it is to trust Gin. Look, you can even give the leader a nickname. This is such a great honor and trust. In the organization, you can almost do whatever you want.

But Gin refused directly.

The guardian was extremely distressed. It felt like Gin was honestly cutting open his heart, revealing the red hot blood inside, and telling him sincerely that no one could be above him, and his authority would not allow anyone to covet or interfere, including Gin himself.

He will guard the throne faithfully forever.

In an instant, the corners of the guardian's mouth curled up slightly, and a feeling of pleasure spread throughout his body in an instant.

This feeling of satisfaction was only comparable to the one I felt when I was admiring Rum's embarrassed posture just now.

Only by interacting with Gin as a leader can you discover how outstanding this man is.

He tapped the table lightly: [Glen Scotia, what do you think?]

Inside the car, Gin glanced at the code name and felt a sense of restraint and lack of freedom, with a look of slight displeasure on his face.

He frowned and pressed the buttons quickly.

63 years ago, after Duncan, the then director of Grande Distillery, committed suicide by drowning, it was said that his soul was still wandering around the distillery, protecting its operations.

Gin doesn't believe any of this, but he sincerely believes that Boss shouldn't be confined to the position of leader.

The organization is a weapon in his hands, not his guardian.

A weapon will only devour its master if the leader wants to keep the organization within his grasp and completely destroy it.

After all, survival is an instinct.

Gin threw this assumption out of his mind: [Sir, you should choose a code name that better suits your temperament and preferences.]

Bosses who have a freedom-loving side to their personality should avoid using this metaphorical and unpleasant code.