Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 52 I've been ruined by wine and women, and I'm so haggard! I must quit drinking!

Vermouth stopped, took out her phone, glanced at it, her eyes narrowed, and instead of answering the call, she hung up.

Gin glanced at Vermouth from inside the office but said nothing.

He wasn't interested in Vermouth's affairs.

Besides, Vermouth is a proponent of mysticism and a riddle-maker; she won't answer even if you ask, so it's best not to.

Vermouth then left in her high heels and returned to her car.

After getting back into her car, she finally dialed Martina's number.

“Hey, Martina,” Vermouth asked softly, leaning back in her seat.

Upon hearing this, Martina's respectful voice came through the phone: "Lady Vermouth, the matter has been taken care of. Fergus has been shot dead by the New York police, and the police also found white powder in the trunk of Fergus's car. We were not involved in the whole process."

At most, I was just a concerned citizen who reported it, that's all.

"No one will be able to trace this back to us except for Yusaku Kudo!"

Now only Yusaku Kudo knows what Vodka and Gin look like.

All we need to do is kill him, and everything will be fine.

But Vermouth forbade her to kill, so she had no choice but to obey.

Because her life was given to her by Vermouth.

However, she could guess why they wouldn't let her kill him; it was probably related to Yukiko Kudo!

Moreover, having a humane boss seems pretty good; you don't have to worry too much about being betrayed.

"Yusaku Kudo!" Vermouth muttered to herself, then continued, "What is Yusaku Kudo doing right now?"

After learning that Yusaku Kudo had sent Interpol to investigate information about Gin and vodka, she not only ordered Martina to kill Fergus, but also instructed her to send people to monitor Yusaku Kudo.

In the past few days, all of Kudo Yusaku's movements have been recorded.

“Yusaku Kudo is in the hospital now,” Martina said.

"Hospitalized?"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, a suspicion forming in her mind.

He was probably drunk, hit his head, and then went to the hospital!
After all, when Yukiko went to find her, Yusaku Kudo was already drunk and lying on the floor like a dead pig.

She wouldn't be surprised if anything happened to someone who was drunk.

“Yes, according to the investigation, Kudo Yusaku was hospitalized due to a severe cold, and he even had to call an ambulance!” Martina answered truthfully, “Besides that…”

ambulance?
Ambulances in the United States?

Yusaku Kudo is really rich! He actually called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

Oh, Yusaku Kudo is a bestselling American novelist, he's rich, so it's alright.

Moreover, Yusaku Kudo has a green card, which allows him to purchase insurance, meaning the cost of the ambulance service can be reimbursed.

As for how much he will be reimbursed, that depends entirely on the insurance he purchased.

"Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush," Vermouth said.

Martina said, "A woman named Rias somehow found out about this and is currently taking care of Yusaku Kudo in the hospital. Should we get rid of her?"

If I can't kill Yusaku Kudo, can't I at least kill Rias, an outsider?
"Rias, that woman!"

Upon hearing the name, Vermouth vaguely remembered it; Yukiko had told her about this woman.

She was the one who brought Kudo Yusaku back, and Kudo Yusaku still had this woman's lipstick mark on his face.

Moreover, this woman was very young, blonde, busty, and voluptuous.

"Ignore her, just keep an eye on Yusaku Kudo. Report to me immediately if anything happens." Vermouth's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

She wanted to see if Kudo Yusaku could control himself while alone in America, surrounded by beautiful women.

If it doesn't work out, leave as soon as possible and let Yukiko be free.

Yusaku Kudo: You're testing me with this? Then I'll have to test my weakness. "Yes." Martina nodded and continued to report: "Lady Vermouth, I've found Yukiko's communication records that you asked me to check last time."

"The call that Ms. Yukiko received that day was from a man named Kitahara Natsuhiro. He is 25 years old and lives on the 25th floor of the Beika Apartments. His neighbor is Yoko Okino, a popular idol in Japan."

"He is now a physical education teacher at Teitan Elementary School, and recently became the homeroom teacher of Class 1B."

A primary school physical education teacher?

Hearing this, Vermouth became even more certain of her guess, but she still needed to continue investigating.

However, Martina should not continue the investigation; she should investigate it herself.

The fewer people who know about this, the better, to avoid accidentally letting it slip and causing unnecessary trouble.

“Okay, I understand. From now on, your focus should be on Yusaku Kudo and Rias,” Vermouth said.

Martina replied, "Yes."

Vermouth then hung up the phone and drove away from Gin's base.

However, she did not go straight back to the hotel, but instead went to see another old friend.

Private hospital in Los Angeles, USA.

It was evening in Los Angeles. Kudo Yusaku lay in his private hospital room, looking at the newspapers from the past few days. His face was still a little pale, and he coughed from time to time. It seemed that he had not yet fully recovered from his severe cold.

"Cough cough."

Kudo Yusaku's body trembled violently as he covered his mouth.

"Alas! I have been ruined by wine and women, and I have become so haggard."

"From today on, I will stop drinking!"

His hospitalization this time was not only due to a severe cold, but also for some other reasons.

For example, problems such as physical weakness or excessive drinking.

Originally, it wasn't a big problem, but a severe cold brought out other issues, which is why he now has to stay in the hospital in bed.

As for the cost of treatment, he no longer wanted to look at the bill; ever since he dialed the American ambulance number, he knew it would cost a lot of money.

Fortunately, he has a green card and has purchased insurance, so he can get reimbursed and there shouldn't be any major problems.

Even without insurance, he has the money to pay and isn't worried about being evicted.

Suddenly, Yusaku Kudo's pupils constricted, and he instinctively straightened his body.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

“I’ve only been in bed for a few days, and Fergus is dead. He was shot by the New York police, and they even found white powder in his trunk!”

"How can this be!"

Yusaku Kudo frowned, his face filled with disbelief.

Fergus knew that despite being born in the slums, he would never touch something like white powder.

However, when he thought about his skin color, Yusaku Kudo wasn't so sure anymore.

But he still felt that Fergus's death was not so simple.

He called Fergus that day to ask him to investigate something, and then died that night. He wouldn't believe anything if there wasn't something fishy going on.

but.
Why didn't he die?

If he could kill Fergus, an Interpol agent, then he could also kill him, an ordinary person.

Moreover, he was hospitalized and extremely weak, making this the easiest time to kill him.

"Could it really be an accident?"

Yusaku Kudo's mind started working.

suddenly
A knocking sound came from not far away, interrupting his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)