Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

Lin Jiashu pulled out a chair and sat down, cutting a small piece of steak and putting it in his mouth. "The cooking time is perfect. I didn't expect you could cook for yourself."

Stop being so cheeky.

Vermouth rolled her eyes at him reproachfully, sat down opposite him, and sipped her milk. "Compared to all your... beauties, they're probably nothing, aren't they?"

"Each has its own merits."

Lin Jiashu answered without much hesitation, but he didn't go into details. He smiled and avoided the topic, saying, "However, sitting at home with you and having a simple dinner is indeed a... very novel experience."

"is it?"

Vermouth rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with a gentle light. "I think so too. I used to think that eating was just to maintain vital signs, or to put on a show or for social purposes. Like this... not having to think about anything, just filling my stomach, it feels pretty good."

The two ate and chatted casually.

They talked about the decorating style of the nursery, whether or not to send the child to school in the future, and even the recent hit movie.

There were no conspiracies, no scheming, just the leisure time of two ordinary people.

After finishing the meal, Lin Jiashu took the initiative to clear the dishes.

It's getting late.

"I have to go now."

Lin Jiashu dried her hands and put on her coat. "You should get some rest too. Pregnant women shouldn't stay up late."

Vermouth stood in the center of the living room, watching him prepare to leave, her eyes filled with a hint of turmoil.

Although she was used to being alone, she craved the long-lost warmth tonight.

"Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

She asked, her voice low and hoarse.

"It's already ten o'clock." Lin Jiashu glanced at his watch, turned to look at her, and said gently, "You need to get enough sleep."

"Sleep, that thing..."

Vermouth walked slowly toward him, her steps as light as a cat's. She stopped in front of him, tilted her head slightly, and a charming smile graced her delicate face, her eyes as alluring as hooks.

"Besides sleeping together, shouldn't we consider... nurturing our relationship a little more?"

"Cultivate feelings?"

Lin Jiashu raised an eyebrow, looking at the mature and charming woman before him. "You're in a special period right now. The doctor said that you need to..."

"I know."

Vermouth extended a finger and gently pressed it against his lips, interrupting him.

Her fingertips carried a faint scent of milk.

“I didn’t say I was going to do that kind of thing.”

Her smile deepened, and her eyes held a hint of cunning and provocation.

"But... there are many other ways to express gratitude besides that, aren't there?"

Lin Jiashu looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He certainly understood what she meant.

"you sure?"

Lin Jiashu's voice lowered a few decibels, "There's no need to force yourself like that."

"reluctantly?"

Vermouth snorted softly, as if she had heard a joke.

"For me now, there is only what I want, nothing I force."

“And…” she leaned closer to him, her breath brushing against his neck, “I’m so happy today, really happy. This is a… special reward for you.”

After saying that, she didn't give Lin Jiashu a chance to refuse.

After pushing him back onto the sofa, she gracefully raised her hand and took a black hair tie from her wrist.

Vermouth slowly and gracefully gathered her long, wavy golden hair behind her head and neatly tied it into a ponytail.

That movement revealed her long, graceful neck and her stunningly beautiful face, completely exposed.

Without the cover of her long hair, her features appeared more defined, and her eyes were more direct.

Then.

Under the watchful gaze of Hayashi Yoshiki.

The proud and alluring thousand-faced witch slowly knelt down in front of him.

She raised her head, her lake-blue eyes looking up at Lin Jiashu, her every glance and gesture exuding charm.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft as a dream:

"Since you are the king of the new world... it's only natural that you'd be served occasionally, right?"

The night outside the window grew even deeper.

Lin Jiashu lowered his eyelids and gently stroked the hair on the back of her head.

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Here it is. There was something strange when I was formatting it before. There were quite a few extra spaces between paragraphs. I didn't notice it when I copied and uploaded it. It seems to be due to the character limit, so a section is missing. I'm very sorry.

Chapter 133: Clinking Glasses

In the dead of night in Tokyo Bay, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, sweeps across the empty pier.

This is a private storage area at Shibaura Wharf. On weekdays, it is not only a distribution center for high-end import and export goods, but also a gray hub for the circulation of many contraband items in the underground world.

However, tonight, the area was eerily quiet. Even the security guards who usually patrolled the area and the searchlights in the distance seemed to be asleep, shrouded in deathly silence.

The lights were dim inside warehouse B-4, located in the heart of the storage area.

Gin sat on the sofa in the center, his black trench coat open, revealing a bulletproof vest underneath. He held a still-burning cigarette between his fingers, his hat pulled low, obscuring his icy, dark green eyes, revealing only a chilling smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Vodka stood behind him, wearing sunglasses and carrying a heavy black briefcase, his expression serious and wary.

Opposite Gin sat two women.

The woman on the left has long, wavy chestnut hair and wears a fitted black leather outfit that accentuates her stunning figure. She is casually wiping a silenced pistol with elegant movements.

Reiko Shimizu.

A former robber and murderer, now a new member of the organization.

The one on the right has a pair of extremely rare gray eyes, wears a neatly tailored Chinese cheongsam-style top paired with tactical trousers, has a tactical dagger strapped to his leg, and has a cold and focused gaze.

Pu Siqinglan.

"Scobbin," an internationally wanted assassin and a worshipper of the Romanov dynasty, is also a sharp blade recruited into the organization by Cointreau.

"So, this is the complete list?"

Gin exhaled a smoke ring, his voice hoarse, as his gaze swept over the list on the table, a corner of which was stained red with blood.

"Yes, Lord Gin."

Shimizu Reiko stopped what she was doing, looked up, and wore a charming yet dangerous smile. "These thirteen people were traitors who tried to embezzle the 'Oriental Gunpowder Depot' smuggling route after Rum's death and planned to sell the information to the authorities. As instructed by Lord Jundu, they have all been eliminated."

"Where's the body?" Vodka asked.

"It's been taken care of."

Pu Siqinglan didn't even look up, her voice cold and clear, "Pour in cement and sink them into the high seas. Their teeth and fingerprints will be destroyed. The police will just think they're a group of missing persons who absconded with the money."

Gin snorted coldly, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Although he has never been fond of these "outsiders" who joined halfway through their lives, he has to admit that these two women are indeed useful.

Shimizu Reiko is skilled at planning and disguise, ruthless and extremely greedy; Pu Si Qinglan is a natural-born assassin, with accurate marksmanship and meticulous actions.

Most importantly, they are Coindus's people, the sharpest blade of that knife.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A slow, deliberate round of applause came from the shadows of the warehouse.

All eyes immediately turned to that direction.

Lin Jiashu slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Well done."

Lin Jiashu walked to the table. "It's earlier than I expected. It seems you've worked out quite well."

"That's natural."

Shimizu Reiko immediately adopted a submissive and ingratiating expression, leaning forward slightly, "Whatever your order is, we will execute it perfectly."

Although Pu Siqinglan did not speak, she immediately stood up and bowed slightly to Lin Jiashu.

Gin watched this scene coldly.

If anyone else had dared to act like a "master" in front of him, he would have shot them dead long ago. But as for Junto... as for this man with unpredictable methods, who was highly valued by that gentleman and had even become the "brain" of the organization, Gin remained silent.

"Now that it's cleaned up, let's talk about what to do next."

Gin stubbed out his cigarette and looked directly at Yoshiki Hayashi. "That idiot Rum may be dead, but the mess he left behind isn't just this one place. The intelligence team is now a disorganized mess, and many of its funding sources have dried up. What are your plans, Cointreau?"

"A mess?"

Lin Jiashu chuckled softly, "No, Gin. In my opinion, he's a blank slate."

"Rum's era was chaotic, brutal, and filled with pointless infighting and noise. He was too obsessed with those ethereal secrets and forgot the very foundation of the organization's existence."

“The root of it?” Gin frowned.

"It's control. Absolute, silent control."

Lin Jiashu's eyes gradually deepened, as if they could absorb all the light around him. "What we need to do is not to plant bombs everywhere like terrorists, nor to extort protection money like a third-rate gang. What we need to do is infiltrate."

He pulled a USB drive from his pocket and tossed it to Vodka.

"This is a new plan I've put together."

"This includes a restructuring plan for 37 shell companies, 12 shipping routes, and 5 underground banks that Rum had previously controlled but failed to utilize effectively."

Lin Jiashu said calmly, as if discussing tomorrow's weather, "Starting today, we will dismantle and reorganize all these resources and integrate them into a legitimate business empire."

"Reiko, you'll be in charge of taking over those logistics companies. I want you to turn them into Tokyo's largest transportation network within six months—legal and compliant on the surface, but secretly our lifeblood."

“Understood, Mr. Lin… no, Lord Jundu.” Shimizu Reiko’s eyes gleamed with greed and excitement.

She's capable of running a business and laundering money.

"Qinglan." Lin Jiashu turned to look at the other side. "You're in charge of integrating those overseas smuggling routes. I don't want to see any more unscrupulous rats infiltrating. Anyone who tries to get involved or leak information... you know what to do."

“I will make them disappear without a trace,” Pu Siqinglan replied coldly, her fingers tracing the dagger at her side.

After making arrangements for the two people, Lin Jiashu finally looked at Gin.

"As for you, Gin."

Lin Jiashu's smile faded slightly, and he became more serious. "You are the organization's sharpest sword and the last line of defense. These business operations are important, but without the deterrence of force, they are all castles in the air."

"I need you and your team to maintain absolute high-pressure silence during this period."

“High-pressure silence?” Gin repeated the term, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Yes."

Lin Jiashu nodded. "There's no need to make a big fuss, no need to confront the FBI or the police head-on. But we need to let all the underground forces know that the organization is still there, and it's even more ruthless and tighter than before. Any fools who try to take advantage of Rum's downfall will have their wrists cut off the moment they reach out."

"I want to make the entire Japanese underworld relearn to be in awe."

Gin looked at Yoshiki Hayashi.

The warehouse lights were dim, casting a heavy shadow on Lin Jiashu's face and one side of his nose.

At this moment, this usually gentle and refined detective exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. It wasn't just murderous intent, but a condescending indifference and arrogance that viewed everything as mere pawns.

That feeling... it's so familiar.