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In a suite at a hotel in Tokyo, a young girl with short golden hair, dressed in a chemise, was sitting upright on the bed.
The young girl had delicate features, like a lovely doll. Only her sharp eyes indicated her difference from ordinary children.
Akai Mary stared intently at the hotel television, which was broadcasting news content about Mizunashi Rena interviewing Fujiwara Toru.
She pursed her lips, coughed twice, and then, with a slightly exasperated tone, said to the high school girl who was also sitting beside her, "Masumi, what do you make of him?"
Saying this, Akai Mary picked up her phone again and played that video which had already completely exploded on 'X' and YouTube, currently trending at the top.
Sera Masumi, who had neat short hair and looked quite boyish, clenched her fists and threw a couple of punches at the air, replying:
"Mom, this is a master, an especially formidable kind of master. Although he didn't fight much, and it only took a few moves to end the battle, based on my experience, this person's martial arts skills are even above Big Brother's."
"I'm afraid only that Kyogoku Makoto, who won the national karate championship last year, can compare to him. I really want to have a match with him!"
Sera Masumi said straightforwardly, making no secret of her intentions.
Akai Mary frowned slightly. She said, "I'm not asking about his skills. I'm asking what you think of his identity."
"Identity?"
Sera Masumi fell silent for a moment. She rubbed her smooth chin with her hand and said gravely, "...This identity is not simple. He's definitely not an ordinary person."
"From his fight with those thugs, it's clear. His methods are ruthless, showing no mercy. His every move is not that of an academy-trained fighter, but rather shows ample combat experience."
"This kind of combat experience cannot be honed through ordinary training. Many of his subtle movements and details show that he has been through true life-and-death battles, baptism by fire and blood."
"If Kyogoku Makoto were at the scene, I believe he could also easily defeat those thugs, but definitely not as swiftly as this Fujiwara Toru."
"Although Kyogoku Makoto's combat power is also strong, he definitely hasn't killed anyone. This Fujiwara Toru is different; his eyes reveal that he has definitely killed people in the past, and quite a few at that!"
Sera Masumi, like her mother Akai Mary, possessed extremely strong deductive abilities.
Therefore, from the details of Fujiwara Toru's fight, such as his gaze and some small movements, she had guessed his past experiences.
These things are very difficult to change, and no one would deliberately try to change them, because changing one's own fighting style would only bring about death.
Akai Mary nodded gravely. "I also think so. This kid's past experiences are not simple."
"Mom, do you suspect he's from that organization!?"
Sera Masumi's expression changed.
Akai Mary pondered, "I can't be sure. Masumi, you also shouldn't assume everyone you see is from that Black Organization."
"There are many unknown, hidden criminal organizations in this world. Actually, compared to criminal organizations, I'm more worried that this Fujiwara Toru is an official government agent."
Sera Masumi's expression turned grave. "You suspect he's from MI6?"
"No, he's definitely not from MI6. I'm familiar with most of MI6's agents; MI6 couldn't have such a formidable operative."
"Moreover, that old fox wouldn't send MI6 personnel to find me. I'm too familiar with MI6 people. This Fujiwara Toru could also be from the CIA."
"His presence here might be because he accepted a commission from MI6 to look for me."
Pausing for a moment, Akai Mary continued, "...Prepare to change hotels. We've stayed here for too long."
"Right now, I'd rather face that Black Organization than MI6!"
Sera Masumi understood her mother's worries.
Ever since her mother was forced to take that strange drug, she had shrunk.
If it were against that Black Organization, her mother might still have ways to cope. After all, the Black Organization was ultimately a criminal syndicate; they wouldn't dare to be too blatant and had to do many things secretly.
But if the matter of her shrinking became known to MI6, known to the CIA, then it would be a huge problem!
Whether it was the United States or England, they would definitely want to research this kind of drug that could make people younger. Her mother would surely become an experimental subject.
The Black Organization was, at most, a criminal organization, but facing MI6 and the CIA meant facing two of the five permanent member states, which was even more terrifying than facing a criminal syndicate!
"Mom, this Fujiwara Toru doesn't know me. Should I try to get close to him and test his background?"
For her mother's safety, Sera Masumi was willing to risk herself.
Akai Mary said, "This is very dangerous. If he really is a CIA agent, he must have undergone specialized training. It would be very difficult to get information from him without leaving a trace."
"But how can we know if we don't try?"
Akai Mary knew Sera Masumi had already made up her mind and couldn't be persuaded otherwise. She sighed softly and said, "Then be careful yourself."
"Mm, I will."
Sera Masumi nodded forcefully.
"Prepare to check out tomorrow; we're changing hotels."
"Okay!"
On the streets of Tokyo, a black sedan was driving.
The Yukinoshita sisters sat obediently in the car, listening to their mother's words.
"You two really know how to cause trouble!"
Her mother's reprimand made Yukino Yukinoshita feel aggrieved. She pursed her lips and retorted, "We didn't want this kind of thing to happen either."
Mrs. Yukinoshita knew she wasn't in the right in this aspect. She coughed lightly and said, "Mommy is just worried about you."
"If something happened to you, what would Mom do? This time, if it weren't for young master Fujiwara, you two really would have been out of luck."
Neither of the Yukinoshita sisters spoke, but their expressions were moved.
Recalling the terrifying scene in the library now, they still felt a lingering fear.
Mrs. Yukinoshita sighed and said, "After some time, you will accompany me to visit the Fujiwara household to express our gratitude."
The Yukinoshita sisters naturally both agreed. Even if their mother hadn't said so, they too wanted to personally visit and thank him.
However, Mrs. Yukinoshita was thinking further.
There was actually a little trick in marketing: if you want to quickly build a rapport with someone, one of the methods is to ask that person to do you a small favor.
This time, Fujiwara Toru had saved the Yukinoshita sisters' lives. In Mrs. Yukinoshita's view, she could use this opportunity to get closer to the Fujiwara family.
Pondering these things, Mrs. Yukinoshita's expression turned stern. "Yukino, in the future, try to avoid too much contact with young master Fujiwara in private."
Yukino Yukinoshita was taken aback, then retorted, "Why?"
Mrs. Yukinoshita said in a softened tone, "You, ah, with your personality, it's fine usually, Mom won't blame you."
"But on some major matters, that personality of yours can easily cause trouble and easily offend people. In the future, leave such social interactions to your older sister."
Yukinoshita Haruno said nothing.
Actually, in the past, although she had always strived to be the successor of the Yukinoshita family on the surface, deep down, Yukinoshita Haruno also had her own thoughts and would secretly complain.
She wasn't as perfect as people imagined, nor was she a strong person capable of inheriting the family business.
It was only for her younger sister, for her mother, and for her family that she had given up many of her own hobbies and forced herself to become like this.
But only this time, under her mother's words, she was even willing to completely accept this as something she, as the head of the family, had to do.
Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head. She clenched her fists, lightly biting her moist lips.
Why, why does Mother have such a stereotype? Why does she think I can't do these things, that only older sister can do them!
In her past life, Yukino Yukinoshita had actually always been submissive, always obeying her older sister and mother's words.
But this time, she had a rebellious heart, a desire to defy her mother's authority, an expectation to act according to her own wishes.
"You're back?"
When Fujiwara Toru returned home, he saw Haibara Ai sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed. She was clearly just an elementary school student, but her expression was extremely stern.
"Little Ai 087, you're not asleep yet? Little kids should sleep early."
Fujiwara Toru glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"How could I possibly sleep!"
Haibara Ai felt inexplicably angry.
She suppressed her anger and asked, "Those people... were they from the organization?"
Thinking of the organization, she gritted her teeth.
"Not that organization. They should just be some underworld personnel from the yakuza side."
"Oh."
Haibara Ai breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately put on a stern face again. "...Are your injuries serious?"
"Not serious."
"Really? Don't lie to me. You were cut by a knife! No, let me see your arm. We need to see a doctor."
"Relax, it's really nothing. The doctor has already looked at it."
"Can't you be more careful in the future? Don't try to be a hero, always putting yourself in danger."
"Little Ai, why are you acting like an old lady? Are you perhaps worried about me?"
"Who's worried about you!"
Haibara Ai stood up and strode towards the stairs. "...I'm going to sleep. I'm afraid you'll die, and I'll have nowhere to live. Then the organization might find me."
She had an attitude of "I'm not worried about you, I'm just afraid something bad will happen."
Fujiwara Toru smiled, not exposing her little thoughts.
With a stern face, she returned to her own bedroom. Once the door was closed, Haibara Ai's legs gave out, and she slumped to the floor.
She had actually been tense all night after seeing the video. But she didn't dare to casually send Fujiwara Toru messages or call him, afraid of hearing bad news, and also afraid of disturbing him.
Now that she saw Fujiwara Toru return safely, seemingly without any severe injuries, Haibara Ai finally felt relieved.
"Honestly, he's older than me, but he always makes people worry."
Haibara Ai grumbled, jumped onto the bed, hugged her blanket, covered her head, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Because she had been too tense, she was actually exhausted both physically and mentally.
A day later, Fujiwara Toru finally obtained the information he wanted from the CIA.