I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling was silent for a few seconds, "You know that Akai Shuichi has come to Tokyo, right?"

"right."

"If he is Campari's boss," Nan Ling looked at Jin Jiu, "I have no confidence over him."

"No." Jin Jiu recalled, "When Akai Shuichi defected, Campari just joined the organization."

"So Campari is here to replace Rye?" Nan Ling smiled sarcastically, "Compared to Akai Shuichi, he's really a waste."

At the time, the code name "rye" was very famous in the organization, and was even considered to be able to compete with gin. And what about Campari? If Jin Jiu hadn't mentioned this person today, Nan Ling might not have remembered him.

Gin frowned, "But it's still a little troublesome."

"I will resuscitate him." Nan Ling pushed open the door and said without looking back, "But you have to know that this person's physical condition will not be able to stand the interrogation for a while. If you want to know the information earlier I suggest you find another way."

"You don't need to say it." Gin took the hat from the side and put it on his head.

"Oh right." Nan Ling glanced back before closing the door. His tone was no longer as serious as before, and he asked himself, "You have time to check the mouse... Did Xue Li find it?"

Jin Jiu gave him a murderous look, but Nan Ling had already closed the door immediately.

Hey, just play.

——Since coming to him, be prepared to be ridiculed. Don't come if you're upset.

Gin looked at the closed door with a little speechlessness.

If it weren't for the fact that Chat is quite reliable in this kind of thing, who would come to him.

A masochist?

However, Chat is the only trustworthy person on the Japanese side - although vodka is also trustworthy, but his ability is really in a hurry - as for the rest of the people, Gin feels suspicious.

In short, when Chat is serious, it is pleasing to the eye... Gin is very satisfied with the efficient communication between the two just now.

There are very few people who can agree with his logic - especially when vodka is always by his side, Gin even cherishes the opportunity to cooperate with people with decent IQ.

...Unfortunately, Chat is pretty good everywhere, except that he has a long mouth.

Gin sighed slightly.

If possible, he would like to have an obedient and capable subordinate.

He suddenly missed a little bit when Chat had just gotten his code name.

It's not that he didn't owe his mouth at that time—in fact, he owed a lot, but he wasn't as arrogant as he is now. But at the time, he could always find a reason to beat him up.

... Now I can beat him up, but I have to give some credit to myself more or less. Gin has no plans to lose both with the organization members.

It's not good to let others see a joke for nothing.

But Nan Ling is now watching his jokes - to be precise, watching Gin's jokes on Campari's body.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head, "Chop your fingers... it's a tradition."

He had not used this backward method eight hundred years ago. This creates a lot of wounds and increases the risk of infection - what if someone dies? Check the air?

One more... Wouldn't it be better to leave his fingers on him? If you cut these off, you will have to find another place to do it next time, but keep these things so that you can recycle them next time after they are cured, right?

Gin is really an idiot if he doesn't even understand such a thing.

While complaining, he inspected the wounds on Campari's body. All of them were very unskilled injuries - Nan Ling even found rust on some wounds.

"This is an interrogation... This is Ling Chi." Nan Ling sighed, "You can stab him directly in the neck if you want him to die."

Fortunately, the resources in the organization base are still quite rich, and there are even a lot of RH negative blood bags. It's hard to imagine if the organization had looted several large hospitals to get these things.

In short, Nan Ling was busy all afternoon, and by the way, he grabbed Mara and Antoine to fight, and finally rescued them.

"Chart, when do you think he will wake up?" Antoine rested his chin with one hand and poked Campari's forehead with the other hand, "Why is he still awake?"

"Maybe the anesthesia you just gave was a little bit more." Nan Ling said nonchalantly, lying on the sofa not wanting to move, "I don't want to see him know during the operation, how scary."

"Oh," Antoine's voice was low, "so boring... Black Cherry, do you have any tasks for me to do?"

Maraschino was covering his face with an open book, and when he heard the words, he threw the book down, "No."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Nan Ling instantly heard Lu Yu's voice, and almost spit it out without laughing.

"Don't laugh, Chat..." Maraschino said weakly, "Kirsch, ancestor, there's really no more."

"Oh..." Antoine fell silent again.

And Nan Ling was so sleepy that he wanted to fall asleep on the spot.

He couldn't stand the operation for an afternoon...

"...T...Chat?" Antoine's voice sounded in his ear, and he was quite excited.

"Hmm...?" Nan Ling sat up in a daze and asked with his eyes closed, "What time is it?"

"You probably slept for three hours." Maraschino was sitting on a chair beside him reading the book that had been covered on his face before, Nan Ling glanced at the title of the book.

... the psychology of love?

Well, he probably knew why Mello said he was a scumbag.

"He's awake, he's awake." Antoine looked at Campari with great interest. The man just opened his eyes and his brain was still awake, and his eyes looked at Antoine's face blankly.

"It's faster than I expected." Nan Ling stood up and walked to Kimberley, "Hey, how much do you remember?"

Kimberly stared at Nan Ling and opened his mouth with difficulty, "...Chat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ yo." Nan Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You actually know me, if I think about it, I will follow you. See you once."

"Sir... I'm paying attention to you." Campari was obviously not fully awake, otherwise he wouldn't have said this kind of information so directly, "You're dangerous."

"Thank you for the compliment." Nan Ling replied with a smile, as if coaxing a child, "Who is your boss?"

"...Mr. Akai." Campari's eyes were a little distracted.

"This is really..." Nan Ling shook his head, but when he spoke again, he was not speaking to Campari, "You two go out."

"Huh?" Maraschino pointed to himself, "I—"

Before he could finish speaking, Antoine brought him out.

"...Now," Nan Ling looked at Antoine closing the door before speaking again, "It's time for the two of us to be alone, are you looking forward to it?"

Campari's eyes gradually became frightened as his sanity became clear.