Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

Chapter 744 Hello, Binga

On the way to the conference room.

Acquaintances accompanied him on his journey, but Binga wandered alone among the crowd, walking on in solitude.

"Hi, Scar."

Just then, someone walked up from behind and patted Binga on the shoulder.

Binga turned his head and saw a man with a buzz cut and a very hearty smile on his face.

He searched his mind for relevant information.

Jones, a close friend of the safety director Scar, is in charge of foreign trade communications at Heraf Shipping Company.

Its status is also quite high.

Binga realized that the meeting he was about to attend was attended by high-ranking members, all of whom were core members of the Heraf Shipping Company.

This indicates that... this company is about to make a big move.

Perhaps we can make something of this!

Binga became somewhat excited.

"Good morning, Jones," Binga greeted with a smile.

"Ah... um, good morning." Jones's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was still warm. "Have you had breakfast? It's bread and milk again. I'm telling you, Scar, as the safety director, your breakfast could be a bit more nutritious."

"for example?"

"For example... vodka!"

Jones chuckled and magically produced a small metal bottle from behind his back.

Sure enough... everyone in this country is made of vodka.

Binga's lips twitched, and he gave an awkward smile: "Let's skip it during work hours."

"Sigh, you're still the same old you, too old-fashioned." Jones put away the bottle with some regret, spread his hands, and looked helpless.

Binga shrugged noncommittally, while also marveling at Vermouth's craftsmanship and intelligence-gathering abilities.

Before entering the conference room, Binga noticed that security was being conducted at the entrance.

Should mobile phones and other communication devices be handed over?

I saw a black tray by the door filled with all sorts of mobile phones, and even many personal metal items.

Is it really that complicated to hold meetings here?

Or is it... only for this one time?

Binga's expression was somewhat uncertain.

"What's wrong, Scar? You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" Jones asked with concern.

Upon hearing this, Binga quickly changed his expression and forced a smile, "I probably didn't sleep well."

“Oh, I see…” Jones patted Binga on the shoulder and suddenly explained mysteriously, “A big shot came from headquarters today, so you’d better do your best.”

Big man?

Binga's mind started working, and he clearly had other ideas.

If the other party is of a high status, wouldn't the opportunity I've been dreaming of have appeared again?

Gin, Gin, you didn't expect this, did you? Lady Luck is on my side this time!

Binga made an excuse to go to the restroom.

He placed his weapon on the bathroom ceiling, tossed his phone up there as well, washed his face, and then returned to the meeting room door.

He just happened to see Jones waving at him.

"Hehe, you even washed your face, I know what you're doing~" Jones winked and teased.

Binga could only manage an awkward smile in response.

Shortly after, Binga passed through security and entered the conference room.

The huge conference room gradually filled with people.

Binga quickly found his seat, an awkward position on the right side of the round table.

Jones was sitting right to his right.

The chatter was incessant, and Binga silently noted down the names and faces of those present.

Before long, as the last person sat down, Binga narrowed his eyes, his expression stern.

Muhammai, chairman of the board of directors of the Heraf shipping company.

However, the seat he chose to sit in was quite intriguing.

The first seat to the left of the head of the round table at the conference.

It seems Jones was right; that important figure from headquarters is indeed someone of considerable influence.

Little did he know that the important figure he was curious about had arrived at the Heraf Shipping Company minutes earlier.

The conference room door opened, and the well-dressed female secretary coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

“Mr. Daniel Artyom Vyazemsky has arrived.”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stood up abruptly, their eyes fixed intently on the doorway.

Binga was a step behind, seemingly surprised by the solemn and synchronized movements.

Is this considered a necessary form?

However, Binga didn't pay much attention and instead focused his gaze on the doorway.

Da da da!

The sound of orderly footsteps approached.

A fully armed squad walked in and quickly took up advantageous positions. Although they did not immediately sense any threat, the safety devices on the armed personnel were already switched off.

Binga looked around and found that everyone's reaction was surprisingly indifferent, as if they were used to it.

Wait a minute!

Is this right?

Hey, is this your company culture?

Binga exclaimed that he truly lived up to his reputation as a ruthless character who had fought his way up from the mafia.

Just as Binga was feeling sentimental, suddenly everyone's eyes were fixed on the doorway, their faces filled with respect.

Jones was no exception.

Binga looked over at the same time, and his pupils suddenly contracted, his pinhole-sized pupils flashing with shock and disbelief.

Shiina Yuichi, wrapped in a thick coat and a white scarf, slowly appeared in his line of sight in a wheelchair.

The people following behind him made Binga's heart pound even harder.

Sherry!

It's the missing Sherry!

How could she be with Potter?

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside me.

Sherry has defected from the organization, and all members have the right to kill her without question.

That Potter... he betrayed the organization as well!

Hahaha, Gin!

Finally, I've finally got something on you!

Binga became uncontrollably excited.

But he seemed to have forgotten why Shiina Yuichi was here in the first place?

And why does he deserve the respect of so many people, including Khlav?

Shiina Yuichi was pushed to the head seat of the round table by Miyano Shiho, who then moved her original seat aside and sat down.

His status and position are self-evident.

"Please, everyone, have a seat." Shiina Yuichi smiled and gestured for everyone to sit down.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room took their seats.

“First of all, I know this is the first time you are meeting me, and I am grateful out of respect for the Vyazemsky family,” Shiina Yuichi said calmly. “Secondly, the reason I called you all here is not because of any major changes. I am here to find someone.”

"Or rather, it was a rat that infiltrated Hlav."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed abruptly.

Are there traitors among them?

As a high-ranking official in charge of a region, Muhammai's eyes flashed with a cold light as he scanned each of the familiar faces.

“Dear Mr. Daniel, for reasons of principle, I do not wish to deny any of your actions, but... I know these guys very well, and they are unlikely to betray us.”

Despite his burning rage, Muhammad was indeed very adept at controlling his subordinates.

Otherwise, Heraf Shipping Company wouldn't be able to maintain peaceful relations with any force in Vladivostok.

“I agree with you. Lak has spoken to me about your effective management of your subordinates, but…” Shiina Yuichi chuckled mischievously, “Who said everyone here is your subordinate?”

Muhammai frowned, somewhat puzzled by Shiina Yuichi's words.

But soon, he got the answer.

"Di An, have you found any uninvited guests?"

Di'an?

who is it?

Is there such a person in the company?

Muhammai looked up and saw a man standing up at the round table, carrying a pistol. The target he was aiming at was his security chief, Scar!

"Of course, sir."

Jones stood up with a cold laugh, his gaze icy, and ripped off the mask from his face, revealing Di An's true identity.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Scar, no... I should address you, Binga?"

Binga's eyes widened; he couldn't believe he had been exposed so easily.