Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

Shuichi Akai's scope was locked onto Gin's car.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several shots were fired into the car.

But only one shot hit Vodka in the thigh.

"what!"

Vodka couldn't help but shout it out.

Gin remained silent, speeding along the road.

Shuichi Akai ignored them and immediately called out into his earpiece, "Kurokawa, Kurokawa! Are you alright?"

He quickly climbed down from the steel frame, deeply worried by the series of explosions.

"I am fine."

Kurokawasaki Tsuki's voice came through the headphones.

But Shuichi Akai didn't stop. He climbed down from the steel frame in a few quick movements, put down his gun, and ran to the warehouse.

By this time, the dust inside the warehouse had dissipated.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki walked out as if nothing had happened.

The corners of the clothes are slightly dirty.

"Cough cough cough." Miyano Akemi was choked by the dust and walked out of the warehouse coughing.

Then she saw the man she had been longing for, Dai Moroboshi, who was none other than Shuichi Akai.

Her eyes immediately lit up, and her eyes welled up with tears: "Your Majesty!"

She then rushed towards Shuichi Akai and threw herself into his arms.

"Mingmei..."

The two embraced tightly, remaining together for a long time, as if they were in a world unto themselves, oblivious to the world around them.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only Miyano Akemi's faint sobs.

Are we going to kiss later...?

Kurokawasaki Tsuki stood to the side, idly poking at the ants on the ground with his sword sheath.

I'm thinking about whether I should jump out right now and yell at them, "You're relatives, you can't be together!"

But in the end, Kurokawasaki Tsuki didn't step up to be the spoilsport.

Kurokawasaki remained silent, relentlessly destroying the ants on the ground.

After a long while, the two finally parted ways.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Akai Shuichi shook his head slightly.

"This time, we have to thank Kurokawa."

"Mr. Kurokawa? Could it be..."

Miyano Akemi and Akai Shuichi both looked at Kurokawasaki Tsuki, who was squatting by the roadside holding two swords.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki hasn't taken off his mask yet.

I was just busy destroying ants.

When Miyano Akemi saw his fox mask, she felt it looked familiar.

Oh, and that fox badge.

Upon hearing his name, Kurokawa Saki looked up and met their eyes.

You finally thought of me? You finally thought of me, didn't you?

Gin and vodka are speeding back to the base.

Driven by adrenaline, Gin gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel tightly, despite the numerous wounds all over his body.

The vodka beside him wasn't much better off.

He was shot twice by a sniper rifle, and the wound is still gushing blood.

In the normal world, these two would have been dead several times over.

Finally, Gin drove into the base.

The organization members guarding the gate were stunned by the appearance of Gin and Vodka.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The organization members immediately summoned the doctor at the base.

They were taken to the base's medical room.

Little did they know that while they were shouting and scrambling to make a move,

On the utility poles outside the base.

A pair of intelligent eyes were watching Gin as he entered the base.

Inside the base research room.

The once quiet base suddenly became lively.

A figure curiously peeked out halfway to check the situation.

Seeing Gin and vodka covered in blood.

Shiho Miyano's eyes widened in surprise.

Is this still the Gin she knows?

What happened?

How did you get injured like this?

He quickly got up and followed.

Gin, who was waiting for the doctor, also noticed Shiho Miyano.

Gin glared at her with a cold, angry, and resentful look.

It looked like they wanted to tear her to pieces.

Looking at Gin's extremely fierce expression.

Shiho Miyano swallowed the question that was about to come out of her mouth; it was better not to ask too many questions at a time like this.

She silently retreated into her research room.

After working for two hours.

Gin had several stitches, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, and even his head was wrapped in gauze.

He sat on the hospital bed, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Aside from the FBI, he couldn't think of anyone else who would go to save that woman, Akemi Miyano.

The little figure on the steel frame who was setting up a sniper rifle to launch a sneak attack was most likely Shuichi Akai.

However, Gin did not expect that he would be half-dead before he even saw Akai Shu.

That damned fox, once I find you, I'll make you know what cruelty is.

Guns can't do anything to you, and Apache helicopters can't kill you either.

If all else fails, the organization still has a nuclear submarine that can bomb you to death!

Gin was just plotting his revenge.

Chianti and Cohen also rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Gin, what did you do?!"

Chianti looked at Gin's miserable state and asked in surprise.

Gin remained silent.

I wanted to light a cigarette to relieve my frustration, but I had already taken off my coat.

Suddenly, veins bulged on Gin's forehead.

He said in a low voice, "Check for any kendo masters who have recently entered Japan, all of them!"

Chianti and Cohen broke out in a cold sweat.

Because Gin's deep voice seemed to conceal endless anger.

Chianti and Cohen nodded repeatedly and did as instructed, not daring to say anything more in the face of Gin's near-rage.

Before leaving the infirmary, Gin added, "Also, find out who the Japanese kendo masters are."

The two left the medical room.

Chianti casually asked Cohen, who was standing next to her.

"Why did Gin suddenly ask us to investigate this? Could he have been slashed like this by a swordsman? I'm really curious what kind of person could have done this to Gin and Vodka."

Cohen remained indifferent, his face still showing a nonchalant expression: "Why don't we just look it up?"

Not long after the two left.

A beautiful figure also appeared inside the base.

He then walked straight up to Gin.

Gin stared blankly at Vermouth, who had a half-smile on her face.

"Gin, you look quite unusual. Who did this to you? Should I get revenge for you?"

Gin remained indifferent to Vermouth's teasing.

"Why are you still staying in Japan?"

"What, don't you welcome me?"

"Your negligence has allowed those FBI guys to infiltrate."

So, you're blaming me?

Vermouth chuckled.

Gin kept a straight face, staring at Vermouth as if he wanted to shoot her.

However, Gin held back, then remembered that Vermouth had stayed in the United States for a long time, so he asked, "Do you know if there is any swordsman in the FBI who wears a fox mask?"

really!

When Vermouth heard the news that Gin was injured, and that most of the wounds were cuts, she already had a vague suspicion.

Now that she heard about the fox-masked swordsman from him, she immediately knew the answer.

"I'm not your spy. You should ask Rum about this. What, was the person who injured you a swordsman wearing a fox mask?"

Gin did not answer, and Vermouth took it as a tacit agreement.

"That's really something. But didn't you bring a gun with you? How did you get hacked to pieces like that at close range?"

"Hmph, when you run into them, I hope you can get away unscathed."

"Is it?"

Vermouth considered it for a while, but still didn't reveal the news about Kurokawasaki Tsuki.

After all, back then, the members of the organization that encountered Kurokawasaki Tsuki had at least one grave each, regardless of whether the grass on their graves had grown long or not.

Tequila, that unlucky fellow, was already turned into a pile of minced meat before he could even tell anyone what happened that day.

Therefore, Vermouth is now the only one who knows the truth.

Gin ignored Vermouth and got up to put on a new trench coat.

He really hated these mystics who, relying on their connections with the boss, would just loiter around in front of him all day long without doing anything.