chsdbacks Chapter 923 Vermouth: Are you doubting me?
Chapter 923 Vermouth: Are you doubting me?
“However, I’m curious,” Gin quickly composed himself, his voice as cold as ice, “why do you know him?”
"Are you questioning my authenticity?" Vermouth didn't offer a direct explanation, instead adopting a defensive strategy. She leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between herself and Gin, her eyes sharp.
Gin remained silent, simply gazing calmly at her with his unfathomable eyes, as if trying to see right through her.
“I don’t like owing favors to others.” Vermouth gracefully raised her knees slightly, adjusted her posture, and spoke with a hint of aloof arrogance. “I’m just repaying a favor to him—he took care of Mojito for me and retrieved the plutonium core.”
After a brief silence, Gin slowly spoke, his hands crossed and placed flat on the table, his posture composed: "I treat everyone the same."
"Suspicion is perfectly normal. After all, I had an old friend who was very good at it..."
"You're talking about the woman behind the liquor, right?" Vermouth interrupted before he could finish, her tone slightly playful. "She is indeed a rare beauty."
“However, it has indeed been a long time since I last saw her.” Gin did not directly respond to Vermouth’s words, but instead lowered his head slightly, muttering something as if talking to himself.
“I don’t care what your past with that woman named Vermouth was,” Vermouth, disguised as the White Widow, raised her slender fingers and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips to bring the topic back on track. “I don’t care, and I don’t want to know.”
She raised her head slightly, her originally gentle tone becoming firm and sharp: "First, agree to my request—guarantee the safety of this person named Baijiu."
“Even if he is your enemy now, even if he may be on this train right now.” Her tone was unusually calm, yet carried an undeniable power.
"Secondly, there's my safety." Her finger turned and pointed to her chest.
"Don't let anyone know this is my request." Her voice was icy, and her eyes, which had originally held a hint of allure, instantly became incredibly sharp, even revealing a trace of bloodlust.
"You can't tell him a single word, not even about my stupid brother," she emphasized in a detached tone.
“Let me put it this way,” Vermouth sneered, turning her gaze to the fleeting scenery outside the window, “I might not even remember our conversation today when we meet again.”
Yes.
How could you remember that?
After all, the real White Widow was still unconscious in the private room.
Perhaps she is dreaming of ruling the world or enjoying a life of ease and comfort?
At this moment, inside the White Widow's private room.
The white widow, lying on the floor, groggily opened her eyes, her hair disheveled like a bird's nest that had been blown apart. Her eyes blinked unsteadily, like a brute still hungover, and she rudely picked her nose with her index finger.
Her vision was blurry, with only a shimmering halo of light. Just as she was about to see her surroundings clearly, an irresistible drowsiness washed over her again.
Her body collapsed heavily like a felled tree, and she fell into a deep sleep again.
Another compartment at the east end of the train.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Squeak-"
Kiel exchanged a glance with two men in black suits, their faces stern. Her gaze didn't linger; she quickly scanned the surroundings before stepping silently into the private room.
"Bang!" Before she could even fully steady herself, the door behind her slammed shut. The two men's eyes instantly turned cold and cruel.
They positioned themselves one in front and one behind, forming a pincer movement in perfect unison. Kiel offered no resistance, wisely spreading his arms and allowing himself to be searched.
The man in charge of the search immediately turned lewd, even boastful, and winked at his partner. The other man, seemingly unable to bear his partner's disgusted expression, averted his gaze.
Kiel's eyes remained completely devoid of emotion, chillingly calm. The other man simply couldn't understand how his companion could harbor any evil thoughts in the face of a woman with such icy eyes and a chilling aura.
Yes, this woman is indeed stunningly beautiful.
But what's even more chilling is that, for the first time, they saw in a woman's eyes that kind of cold-blooded indifference to death, even a sense of detachment from it.
The man who was searching Gil's body grinned lewdly with satisfaction. He brought his hand, which had just touched Gil's body, to his nose and inhaled the faint fragrance with ecstasy, like a hungry dog sniffing its prey.
Another man, unable to bear it any longer, coughed twice tactically, then turned to the side and rhythmically knocked a few times on the door of the private room on the left.
"Squeak—" The door was quickly opened.
“You must be the one they’re talking about…Kil.” The speaker in the private room was none other than the blond man who had attended the organization’s high-level meetings.
Kiel didn't answer, but a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
Just as the lewd-eyed man stared intently at her body again, Kiel moved!
With her back against the cold carriage wall, her right leg shot out swiftly like a whip, the tip of her boot striking the other person's wrist with pinpoint accuracy!
"Ah!" the man cried out in pain, feeling a sharp pain and numbness in his wrist.
But this is just the beginning.
Kiel landed a successful blow, then slammed her left leg against the car wall for leverage, propelling herself forward like a cheetah! At the same time, her hands shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the man's collar—the opening he had created in pain!
Using the momentum of her forward thrust, she pressed down hard with both hands, and her right knee slammed upwards like a cannonball!
With a muffled thud, the knee slammed into the other man's stomach.
The man's eyes bulged, and he instantly lost all strength, his body bending forward uncontrollably. Kiel, however, moved with fluid grace, pressing down on the man's back with one hand while he drew a sharp arc with his right leg, his heel striking the stunned man behind him like a battle axe!
The man hurriedly raised his hand to block, but Kiel's leg strength was astonishing. The heavy kick made his entire arm go numb and his feet stagger.
In the instant he lost his balance, Kiel had already landed steadily, without even turning around to check, and his elbow struck backward like a hammer, hitting the opponent right in the heart!
"Cough..." The man groaned and knelt down.
The whole process took only a few seconds. Kiel gently brushed the hem of her clothes, her breathing steady. Inside the cramped carriage, only the roar of the wheels and her cold gaze remained.
The blond man was so frightened that he dared not breathe, staring in terror at the woman before him who resembled a demon.