Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Time soon came to the early morning of the second day.

Just after dawn, Whiskey heard a knock on the door outside the house.

After surviving another drug attack, Whiskey moved his somewhat stiff limbs and got up from the ground. Wearing a dark green thin sweater and black trousers, he walked to the living room and opened the door with the remote control on the coffee table. .

Gin and vodka carried the cold air outside the house and walked in. As soon as they entered the door, Gin noticed something was wrong with Whiskey at the moment. There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, his slightly messy long hair, and his stiff body that could not be concealed.

It seems that the punishment Mr. Whiskey received this time was not just the part he knew about. Could it be a control drug developed by the scientific research team?

Whiskey knew that Gin had noticed something was wrong with him, but this was also because he really didn't have the extra energy to cover it up.

Leaning on the sofa in a familiar posture, Whiskey glanced at the small suitcase carried by Gin himself and asked:

"Is this something for me?"

Gin placed the box on the coffee table in front of Whiskey, opened it himself and said:

"This is a gift prepared by Sir for you to welcome you back to Neon."

Looking at the ID casing inside the box, Whiskey immediately guessed the contents of the ID.

This was his first time, and he hoped he was wrong.

"Gin, I hate this gift."

Although he didn't like it or even disliked it, Whiskey finally reached out and took out the identification information inside.

Opening the first health insurance card, Whiskey saw the surname Karasuma at the beginning and quickly closed the card. Then he quickly flipped through the driver's license, passport, household registration transcript, student certificate and other related information at the back.

Looking at the identical Karasuma surname and his photo inside, Whiskey wanted to tear up all these materials for a moment, burn them, throw them away, tear them into pieces, burn them to ashes, and throw them somewhere where he couldn't see them.

As the person who personally retrieved these documents and information, Gin naturally knew the contents. It was an identity that Mr. specially prepared for Whiskey years in advance.

Now, it's just time to put it to use.

Vodka stood behind Gin, not daring to take a breath. He could feel the condensed atmosphere between Gin and whiskey at this moment. He secretly glanced at the documents and other archives that were thrown back into the box by Whiskey, and Vodka quickly took it back. sight.

Not having time to pay attention to Vodka's little movements, Whiskey asked instead:

"You knew this in advance, so you asked me on that day if I wanted to continue?"

"In the organization, sir's orders cannot be violated."

Gin replied with an iron rule that everyone in the organization knew.

is it?

Whiskey sneered, looked up at Gin, and said coldly:

"Then I'll wait and see how Sir will punish Rum this time."

After saying that, Whiskey got up and returned to the bedroom. Five minutes later, Whiskey, wrapped in a gray-blue half-length woolen windbreaker, walked out with a small suitcase in one hand.

After receiving the wink from his elder brother, Vodka quickly took the box from Whiskey.

After letting go of his hand, Whiskey looked at Gin who was standing next to the box and looking towards him. Finally, he took out the driver's license from the box on the coffee table in the living room and put it in his pocket.

Then he asked:

"When is the plane?"

"Sir, the private jet has been prepared in advance and is ready to depart at any time."

Seeing Whiskey taking away the driver's license from the box, Gin closed the small suitcase on the coffee table again and took it into his hand.

"Let's go then."

Whiskey opened the door first and walked out, followed closely by Gin carrying a suitcase. Vodka, who followed at the end, held Whiskey's suitcase in one hand and closed the door with the other.

There were already organized people waiting there in their cars downstairs, and the group arrived at another nearby airport in more than 20 minutes.

This airport is inferior to Dulles International Airport in terms of size and scale.

However, due to the good location, high level of service staff, luxurious and expensive facilities, and superior and comfortable environment, many people park their private jets here.

As soon as they entered the terminal, the person in charge of the Berry Kingdom branch of the Karasuma Consortium, who had been waiting here for a long time, ran towards him and bowed to the whiskey with a 90-degree standard:

"Master Karasuma, it's a great honor to see you again."

Whiskey recognized that this was a regional head of the Karasuma Consortium who came to pick up the contract last time, but he was not interested in talking to him and just passed him by.

Fujino Miku didn't mind Whiskey's attitude. He glanced behind Whiskey and saw two elite bodyguards dressed as Gin and Vodka. Then he followed Whiskey two steps away, guiding Whiskey in the direction while trying to be attentive.

This is a top-notch luxury private jet belonging to Mr. Renye Karasuma, the helmsman of the Karasuma Consortium. If he hadn't borrowed the help of Master Karasuma, how would he have had the opportunity to fly on this plane.

From entering the terminal to getting on the private plane, Fujino Miku was dictated to speak "Master Karasuma" in one sip of vodka. Looking at the most luxurious private jet he was currently on, his mind quickly combined the surname Karasuma with Neon's top consortium - Karasuma. Maru Consortium contacted.

The eyes behind the sunglasses widened. Vodka couldn't help but think about it as he saw his eldest brother calmly acting like a personal bodyguard.

The Karasuma Consortium is so courageous, and they dare to pretend to be members of the Karasuma family of the Neon First Consortium.

Gin, who didn't know that Vodka's mind was so open, glanced at Vodka who was a little distracted next to him, then looked away and continued to pretend to be a personal bodyguard.

March 3, 17: a.m. in Tokyo

The private plane of Renya Karasuma, the head of the Karasuma Consortium, landed at Tokyo Haneda Airport.

Someone once witnessed a car that belonged to Karasuma Renye but was rarely seen outside picking up a young man at the airport gate.

First it was a private jet, and then it was an exclusive car.

Such a high-profile gesture shocked everyone who knew the news.

However, within two days, the news that the heir to the Karasuma Consortium had returned to Neon quickly spread throughout the wealthy circles of Neon's top conglomerates.

Whiskey sat expressionlessly in the car. The driver in front of him drove the car conscientiously and meticulously. In the passenger seat, the butler Karasuma dressed in an elite outfit told Whiskey about the next arrangements for him and told him Renye Karasuma. Account for him.

He casually glanced at the driver in front of him, who was obviously an ordinary person. There was impatience on Whiskey's brows.

Listening to Karasuma's butler calling him "Master" one after another, after enduring it for a long time, Whiskey finally half-closed his eyes and pretended not to hear anything.

Butler Karasuma naturally noticed Whiskey's emotions about his appearance, but he knew that Whiskey was dissatisfied with the identity that his husband had prepared for him in advance.

As a senior man who has been with Karasuma Renye for more than fifty years, he is Karasuma Renye's true number one confidant.

Steward Karasuma had witnessed the establishment of the Crow Legion, the whole tragedy at Dusk Annex, the birth of the magical potion called the Silver Bullet in the organization, and Renye Karasuma's once whimsical ideas turned into reality step by step.

Over the past half century, the organization has indeed recruited countless elite talents, but Whiskey’s talent and talent, which is unrivaled by anyone in the world, coupled with the control and insight into people’s minds that have been demonstrated over the years, are destined to make Mr. He won't give up control of him easily.

If it weren't for the fact that Whiskey's talent and ability had reached a level that was astonishing and unparalleled in the world, coupled with his unruly temperament that he would rather die than admit it after enduring eight months of torture in the interrogation dungeon, it would have been impossible. While my husband cherished his talent, he also admired his tenacious and untamed temperament.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have followed Rum's wish and brainwashed people before taking them under his command.

Butler Karasuma could see clearly that Renye Karasuma never needed an heir. His goal in the future was to become immortal and control the wealth and power in his hands forever.

However, the younger generation of the Karasuma family does not have any outstanding figures. Renye Karasuma does not want to be embarrassed by being used as a talking point in front of other powerful people in the financial group. In addition, she wants to firmly control the whiskey in her hands, and Whiskey's temperament is somewhat similar to that of his youth.

So, out of complex emotions such as fear, desire for control and a little subtle appreciation.

After Whiskey proposed lifting the ban at the year-end meeting, Karasuma Renye finally decided to put Whiskey on the map as the heir to the Karasuma Consortium.

All the documents for Whiskey's new identity were in the hands of Karasuma Butler, and had been prepared five years ago.

In the end, this piece of relevant information, from the hands of a senior official of the Neon Police Department, from birth records to medical records and educational history, was delivered to Gin through secret channels the day before yesterday.

As the first gift of returning to Neon for whiskey.

Nearly an hour later, the car drove into Karasuma Renye's private villa in Tokyo. As the car door opened, Whiskey looked at the house in front of him, which occupied a large area and had an ancient appearance. After getting out of the car, he Standing with his arms crossed, he said coldly and critically:

"Such an old decoration style is really unpopular."

"It's enough that I like my house. You pick and choose as soon as you come back. I really shouldn't let you go outside. Please stay here for me to cultivate your character these days.

Don't even think about sneaking out while I'm not around, I'll let the housekeeper keep an eye on you. "

Karasuma Renye's voice came from the mobile phone in Karasuma's butler's hand.

Whiskey was stunned for a moment, then he said nothing and walked towards the inside with a look of disobedience.

Butler Karasuma turned off the loudspeaker of his cell phone, then held up his cell phone to chat for a few words, and finally hung up the phone with a look of helplessness.

The servants and maids waiting at the door lowered their heads, as if they didn't hear anything.

Gin and Vodka each carried their things and followed Whiskey into the door without looking back.

Vodka watched with shock as Whiskey got off the plane and came to the private residence owned by the richest man in Neon, Renye Karasuma. Moreover, both the housekeeper Karasuma and the servants and bodyguards in the villa all spoke of the young master. There was a shout of whiskey and a call from someone suspected of being the richest man.

! !

shock!

It turns out that Whiskey is actually the heir to Renya Karasuma, the richest man in Neon, and the next leader of the Karasuma Consortium.

Oh my god, is the organization so powerful? It can actually recruit the heirs of the Karasuma Consortium into the organization.

Thinking of his elder brother's previous warning, Vodka silently buried the shock in his heart.

Seeing Gin's cold demeanor as usual, Vodka suddenly felt that his eldest brother was more stable.

Gin, who had never expected that Vodka's mind would be spinning all over the place, put the suitcase in his hand in the master bedroom on the third floor, and asked Vodka to put down the suitcase belonging to whiskey in his hand, and then took Vodka to the second floor to see a bird. Pill Butler.

Butler Karasuma, who deliberately revealed the close relationship between Whiskey and his husband in front of the servants, was standing by the window of the library on the second floor, looking out the window at the back of Whiskey who was relaxing in the garden out of boredom.

After hearing Gin's voice, Butler Karasuma turned around and said to Gin:

"Thank you for your hard work on this trip, Gin-sama."

Gin took off the hat on his head, lowered his head slightly and said:

"It's not hard, it's all for sir."

Butler Karasuma looked at the gin as big as his adopted son's champagne in front of him, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he remembered what happened at Rum, and whispered:

"Next, please invite Gin-sama and your partner to stay here for one night. Your special plane will arrive in Tokyo tomorrow night."

Sir, are you going back to Tokyo?

Gin quickly thought about the reason for her husband's sudden return, and then suddenly thought of the disappearance of Rum's men who violated orders.

As if he saw what Gin was thinking, Butler Karasuma nodded slightly and then said:

"Sir, you are here this time, firstly, to confirm your identity for Lord Whiskey, and secondly, because of what happened recently at Lord Rum's place."

Of course, now the focus of Renya Karasuma's return has changed from the former to the latter.

Gin thought that Rum would definitely not know about the fact that his husband was coming back tomorrow night. It seemed that he had better wait a little. After his husband came back, he would go and laugh at Rum.

Making a choice without thinking, Gin quickly replied:

"Yes."

Vodka outside the house didn't know what important matters his eldest brother was talking to the Karasuma housekeeper inside. While waiting outside the door to look out, he began to look forward to Okino Yoko's upcoming concert next month.

Not sure why Bourbon would vote for him.

The sound of the door opening suddenly brought Vodka back from his thoughts. After following Gin directly into the guest bedroom on the second floor, Vodka saw that his eldest brother was changing clothes and wanted to move in, and said quickly:

"Brother, aren't we going to the base?"

Isn't this the whiskey house? Why do you want to stay?

Gin simply explained:

"Let's not go now. Let's talk about it after tomorrow night."

Then he pointed to the next room to Vodka and kicked the person out.

After being bored and relaxing in the garden, Whiskey finally stopped under a cherry blossom tree. He looked up at the cherry blossom tree that had already grown buds and was about to bloom soon. Whiskey gradually relaxed his mind and closed his eyes to feel this moment. It had been a long time. of tranquility.

After Whiskey went straight to the garden, the servants of Karasuma House were solemnly warned by Karasuma's butler about Whiskey's temper and taboos. In addition, they heard the richest man's words of indulgence and preference for the young master at the door. Naturally, I didn't dare to get close and disturb him.

That afternoon, the head of the Ooka family in Kyoto received a message.

The heir to the Karasuma Consortium has indeed returned home and was personally greeted by Karasuma's butler. His name is Karasuma Sonobu. He is handsome and has special hair and eye colors, both of which are bright red.

He has an unruly temperament and is favored by the head of the Karasuma family, who treats him like his own son.