ushernet Chapter 300 Special Parent-Child Leave
Chapter 300 Special Parent-Child Leave
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Fearing that Gin would make a move on the spot, Masato Hanazawa suddenly jumped up, looking nervous, and half-shielded his mother to introduce:
"Um, this is my mother. She came all the way from our hometown to visit me after hearing about my accidental injury!"
"Oh, I see!" A look of sudden realization flashed across Vodka's sunglasses. That's why Butber asked his older brother at noon if there was such a boring thing as "parental leave"—he thought it was a spam call.
Hmm... Thinking about it now, Butber, the team leader, is actually a pretty good person!
Seemingly aware of what his subordinate was thinking, Gin glanced at him coldly, nodded, and calmly greeted him: "Just call me Kurosawa. I'm Haruya Kuromon's superior; I was just passing by and thought I'd say hello."
"Mr. Kuromon's boss..."
"That's Makoto's superior!" A smile bloomed on her face as Aunt Fanze bowed deeply with joy, pressing her son's head. "Nice to meet you! I am Makoto Fanze's mother, Fanze Renjiang. My child is grateful for your care!"
"Ah."
Gin pulled down his hat brim, gestured to Vodka with his eyes, and then stepped aside, intending to leave.
Just then, a warm hand reached out... it didn't grab him, but instead seized the vodka behind him:
"By the way! Since you're already here by such a coincidence, why don't you two stay for dinner? It'll be a good opportunity to repay everyone for taking care of Little Master!"
With vodka on her left arm and gin on her right, she stood cheerfully in front of the door, pulled out several boxes, patted her chest, and began to promote them with obvious pride:
"I knew we'd be having a barbecue, so I also brought some local specialty fish rolls and liquor from my hometown in my bag. After grilling them a little, they're chewy on the outside and springy on the inside—perfect for pairing with drinks!"
—Completely unaware that her son was silently exclaiming in surprise while holding his face, it seemed he had been gone for a while.
Gin did not respond. He moved the green crosshair away, taking in the reactions of everyone present:
Upon seeing this, Asano Minami and Vodka were equally startled, nearly jumping up and turning deathly pale. Only Kuromon Haruya remained relatively calm, adopting a poised and ready stance.
Fanzawa Masato snapped out of his daze and quickly grabbed his elderly mother's hand, which was reaching towards the gates of hell: "Mom, don't joke around, Mr. Kurosawa and the others still have their own jobs..."
"can."
"Listen to him, that's what he's saying... Oh?!"
Vodka was also taken aback: "Huh?"
"Then I shall accept your offer." With that, he pulled out the chair next to Kuromon Haruya with a sullen aura, draped his trench coat over the back of the chair, and sat down with an air of aloofness.
In an instant, Kuromon Haruya became the focus of everyone in the know, feeling extremely uneasy.
No, something's not right! Given Gin's aversion to being harassed by suitors, shouldn't he be sitting at the farthest point across the table, in that corner that's perfectly hidden by the partition and greenery?!
Could it be that he really arranged a job for me in Thailand?!
With his thumbs digging into his thighs, Kuromon Haruya slowly sat up straighter and straighter, a slightly twitching corner of his mouth curving into a fawning smile: "Mr. Kurosawa and Mr. Uozuka, it's been a long time."
"Ah."
Gin gave a noncommittal sneer, picked up the barbecue tongs, grabbed a piece of bloody raw meat, and actually began... grilling meat himself in broad daylight and in front of everyone!
"Alright, alright, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and sit down to eat." Aunt Fanze gestured for the others to sit down and called over the waiter to order more dishes: "Come on, order whatever you want."
"Well... then I won't be polite."
Vodka wasn't sure about his brother's reaction, but since his brother hadn't said anything... he might as well sit down! They couldn't exactly start a fight in a barbecue restaurant, could they?
So, amidst the sounds of happiness that should have filled the air, Asagi Masami and Hanzawa Masato, these two incredibly loyal teammates, resolutely moved Hanzawa Masato to another seat!
Dodo dodo.
The bowls and chopsticks clinked softly. Kuromon Haruya raised her trembling hand, softened her tone, and, forcing herself to speak, picked up a piece of meat and tentatively asked Gin:
"Mr. Kurosawa, the Matsusaka beef at this restaurant is of very good quality. Would you like to try some?"
That being said, Haruya Kuromon knew perfectly well that Gin would never accept it.
Even the organization's top leaders are extremely cautious, always mindful of their personal safety when engaging in any external activities, and Gin is the most cautious of the four!
When he is deployed to various countries for missions, even though there are many hotels that cooperate with organizations to ensure that everything is foolproof, he still chooses to spend most of the night in his car or stay in a safe house within the organization.
When dining out temporarily like this, food safety and quality cannot be guaranteed, especially in places like Beika Town, a notorious crime district!
Good heavens! Just thinking about it makes me realize that my son must be in a state of high alert right now, unable to eat or drink, and wishing he could just get rid of this annoying suitor. It's really not easy for him.
"Okay."
"Be careful, it's hot!"
Kuromon Haruya nodded and gracefully placed the grilled meat in the center of his plate, continuing to grill the meat under the horrified gazes of Vodka and the others.
"..." Realizing what was happening too late, the young man paused in his cooking.
Wait, what just happened?
'Gin, have you found something again?'
The chunks of meat sizzled under the pressure of the shovel, juices spilling out. Without turning around, Kuromon Haruya could feel the subtle, piercing probing on his back, making his hair stand on end.
"Mr. Kuromon, be careful not to spill your teacup on your clothes."
A half-smile, a low, melodious cello string vibrating in his ear, the close proximity even triggering Kuromon Haruya's instinctive defensiveness.
—For superiors and subordinates, this distance is too close; for professional assassins, this distance is too dangerous.
Asagi Saki suddenly sat up, leaning on the table. Just as he was about to say something to ease the tension, he was suddenly locked in by an overwhelming pressure!
"!"
His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the back of his shirt was instantly soaked with cold sweat. His mind went blank. It was an almost instinctive tremor—like a lab rat being stared at by a venomous snake, unable to move even his fingertips.
Snap! A bead of cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead onto the table.
Gin's murderous aura wasn't a sudden storm, but rather a slow, grinding pressure from all directions, like the pressure of deep-sea water. Asano Minami could clearly feel her Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and each swallow felt like swallowing shards of glass.
"You will die!"
Heimen Yaoye sensed the undercurrents in the arena, made no move, and simply lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
If Gin were to actually kill Asano Minoru, the target wouldn't even have a chance to notice; this would simply be a serious warning.
Given his aloofness and intolerance of any challenge, he would face no punishment as long as he obediently accepted the situation. Conversely, standing up for Vienna at this juncture would only escalate the conflict and affect others.
As Kuromon Haruya had predicted, this warning of murderous intent did not last long. A few seconds later, Gin slowly withdrew his gaze and allowed Asano Minami to return to her place.
Amidst the aroma of food, Asahi, as if waking from a dream, stumbled back to reality and gestured to Hanzawa from under the table that there was no need to worry.
Kuromon Haruya raised his hand to continue turning the food on the grill. When Gin smoothed out the back of his collar, he merely blinked, accepting Gin's styling as naturally as if nothing had happened. Only when he heard the sound of a wooden chair being dragged behind him did his expression stiffen slightly.
"Sorry. We received a last-minute work-related message and need to leave early." Gin, satisfied with the awkward atmosphere, picked up his coat, stood up, and said goodbye to Aunt Hanzawa.
"Oh! But dinner has only just started..." Aunt Fanze waved her hand regretfully, "Then I wish you both a safe journey."
"Hmm." The cold, ruthless expression softened, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face as he instructed the three members of the rapid response team, "Regarding your proposed parent-child leave, the company's upper management has carefully considered it and decided that it is indeed necessary to implement it."
"Since you, Fanzhe, were injured in the line of duty, I'll grant you both a week to return to your hometown of Izumo and visit your relatives; the other two, during this time, will investigate the development prospects of Nejima Prefecture, understand?"