I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling sighed.

"It's really short-sighted."

Knowing the organization's prudence, or betrayed boldly and hastily... Do you think the organization won't find out? Or are they counting on the FBI to help them?

Although he is on Japanese soil, he is going to seek the help of the FBI.

"Even though the police might not be able to keep you all."

That document had the target's daily routine, but it didn't seem to be of any use. After all, these two were probably about to be scared out of their minds now, so they might not be hiding somewhere.

However, the organization has information about their family members... Nanling felt a headache just thinking about it.

He doesn't like to use other people's family members to threaten, but three days... Nan Ling is not a detective, who knows where those two people went, it's impossible for him to find two people in the huge Japan in three days completed tasks.

The organization will not be unaware of this... So, is this also intentional?

It was so deliberate.

It's nothing more than wanting to see if he can be ruthless.

Although he didn't like to do this, between the lives of others and his own, Nan Ling chose the latter without hesitation.

He's not a virgin, what happened in his past life... It's not that he hasn't done it before. No excess sympathy could exist in him.

Thinking of this, Nan Ling put down the coffee cup and tapped the armrest with his fingers.

Two people, one surnamed Sato and the other Okamoto. He spent a day tying up Sato's daughter and Okamoto's sister. Then I asked them to meet at this cafe.

"So, why do you think the organization doesn't know your family information..."

Nan Ling raised his eyes and looked at the two men in front of him.

Both of them were pale, Okamoto was barely able to calm down, and Sato looked like he was about to lose control.

"You put—"

"—Shh." Nan Ling put a finger to his lips with a smile, and shook the remote control in his hand, "Naughty children will be punished."

Nan Ling told them that he had tied a bomb and hostages together, and if they acted rashly, they would press the remote control in their hands to send them to the west.

...of course they lied to them. How could he possibly have a bomb in his hand. The organization probably wanted to see what he could accomplish with his own abilities, so it didn't provide any assistance other than the initial intelligence.

Those two people are probably sleeping soundly now, and the amount of medicine he has given is enough for them to sleep for 24 hours.

"Okay." Nan Ling clapped his hands. "Let's talk somewhere else. By the way, please settle the bill for me."

He looked very happy. "Thank you so much."

To outsiders, it must be a very strange combination. A smiling boy walked in front, followed by two middle-aged men with earthy faces.

Nan Ling felt very happy. It was the first time in three years that he came out so freely and was able to bully people by the way.

Just so happy.

If it wasn't for Hei Fang's doomed failure, Nan Ling would have wanted to stay in the winery all the time.

You can justifiably build your happiness on the pain of others.

"Oh, by the way, don't think about doing it. My hand is on the remote control. If it frightens me, my hand will not be very stable."

It's not that he can't beat him, he's just too lazy to do it.

Nan Ling took them all the way to a safe house prepared by the organization.

Anyway, these two are destined to be dead. Knowing nothing is nothing.

After Nan Ling detained the two of them separately, he began to question.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to do it, so please speak for yourself."

It seems that Sato has been holding back for a long time. As soon as Nan Ling finished speaking, this guy explained everything he knew.

As Nan Ling expected, he was just a small person, and he was forced to join the organization. Now he was afraid and wanted to leave.

"How can it be so easy." Nan Ling shook his head, even if he wanted to leave the organization, he had to carefully plan step by step. Such an ordinary person... heh.

"Then, Mr. Okamoto, it's your turn."