Chapter 273 Black Party-Killing Warning

"Oh, my friend, you are still so impatient."

Chablis looked distressed.

However, this expression only lasted for less than a second, and was replaced by a sinister and evil expression: "Okay, actually I want to arrange some personnel transfers."

Chablis' words successfully made everyone else's eyes turn to him.

And then, his words were like a pebble thrown into the water, causing a wave of waves:

"I want Grappa and Claret to be transferred to your team... It should be no problem, Gin?"

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are so willing."

Dumping two important members to him at once... He might have been very happy when the task was arduous before.

Now...

"I don't agree!"

Before Gin finished his opinion, Grappa suddenly slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Chablis: "Chaplis, what do you mean?"

Grappa's outburst surprised everyone.

Even Clarette was startled, and then she saw Chablis' increasingly weird eyes, and she quickly said in a deep voice: "Grappa, what are you doing? Sit down quickly!"

"Shut up, Clarette!"

But Grappa didn't appreciate it at all, and instead yelled at him.

Seeing that his teammates were not making any progress, Clarett's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and ignored him.

"Grappa..."

Chablis took a leisurely sip of the wine in his glass, shook the glass and said, "You are now my subordinate."

There was a warning hidden in his words.

However, Grappa obviously did not have this consciousness, and still glared at Chablis and Gin, "So what? You haven't taken care of the industry left by Mr. Pisk for a day! You clearly know that this guy killed Pisk.

Lord Sk, you still want me to be his subordinate? Are you humiliating me?"

Grappa's words are shocking.

Gin was also shocked: he had made a mistake in judgment before.

This Grappa is not ‘too useful’…

That's stupid.

Although from Grappa's words, they could all tell that Grappa was definitely Pisk's loyal minister...

But the question is, how long has Pisk been dead?

"Oh, Grappa, my friend...how could you think so?"

Chablis pretended to be surprised, but his fingers had already begun to scratch the table, "It's just that I brought a lot of people, and I think there are not many people at Ginjiu, so I'm just kind-hearted to add some more people for him..."

Gin: "..."

Adding more manpower? Just to add congestion, right?

At this time, Belmod silently moved his chair to the side.

She didn't want to be affected.

"It's impossible for me to go to Gin anyway! Clarett, you..."

"I have no objection to Monsignor Chablis's assignment."

Seeing that Grappa still wanted to drag her into the water, Clarette directly expressed her attitude with a cold face.

Grappa was stunned for a moment, and then yelled: "Claratte! You are such a wolf-hearted guy, I think you have discussed it with them a long time ago!"

Clarette glared at him unbearably and quickly moved her chair to Kiel and Chianti's table.

Seeing this, Grappa's face turned red with anger.

Chablis stood up at this time, with a bright face: "Oh, Grappa, so...you want to continue to stay here? As a survivor of Pisk?"

"So what?"

Grappa looked at Chablis honestly.

In his heart, only Pisk can be his boss, others...

"Chaplis! Don't forget Lord Pisk's support for you!" He looked at Chablis as if he were looking at a traitor.

"Oh~ don't worry, I will never forget it." Chablis's expression became sad, he took off his gloves and put his hands on his chest, "I think Master Pisk will be very happy that he has you as a subordinate...

…”

"Humph, this is still useful... oh!"

Halfway through Grappa's words, he suddenly felt something scratching on his neck...

Then he discovered to his horror that he could no longer make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as a column of bright red water continued to spurt out, feeling the warmth, but his body was getting colder and colder...

"...ho, ho..."

Grappa was unwilling to move forward to grab something, but he could no longer control his strong body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Red blood immediately soaked the ground...

In the end, he fell in front of Chablis.

"I believe Pisk will be very happy to see you."

Chablis licked the blood on his bruised nails, his eyebrows arched, as if he had done something trivial.

And no one else around her had any change in their expressions, including Clarette - even if the person who died was her teammate she had been with for many years.

Chablis flexed his withered fingers, turned his head and stared at Gin, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he wanted to put his hand on his shoulder:

"Oh, my friend, I hope you don't find it too bloody..."

'bite!'

Chablis suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then heard a crisp sound.

After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a black short knife, the blade of which was pressed against his armor.

Gin glanced sideways at him, "I will kill him if you don't do it... So, take your claws away."

This madman has blades in each fingernail. If someone who doesn't know is put on his shoulder like this, they may be killed in the next second.

"Okay, okay..."

Chablis shrugged and withdrew his hand on his own initiative, "That's a really happy decision."

"It's up to you...don't be too busy crying for your father and mother."

Gin opened his mouth, revealing his cold teeth.

Although he was grateful to Chablis for taking away most of his tasks, he still regretted that he was not allowed to experience the horror of 007.

Just as everyone looked at Grappa's fresh corpse, they fell into silence.

Suddenly, a carefree voice came from the door:

"Hey! Gin, what are you talking about? Are you so happy?"

This sound that had not been heard for a long time made Ginjiu pause for a moment, and then glanced in the direction of the sound.

Wearing sunglasses in the evening, a peaked cap on top of his head that is incompatible with the organizational style, and an ordinary dark jacket, he looks casual and like Belmode.

——But Begraf is dressed much more normally than a missionary, and looks very close to a normal person, except for the large square bag on his back.

Calvados.

This pigeon that has been drinking gin for several years has finally returned to the world of Japan.

Gin rolled his eyes at this pigeon: Can you tell that this guy is very happy?

"It came a little earlier than I expected..."

Belmode's eyes moved towards the visitor, smiling brightly.

"Did you call him back?" Gin raised his eyebrows.

"Yes... after all, those fish are all in Japan now, so there is no need to go to England to catch them." Belmode yawned lazily.

But after Calvados came in, they noticed that the other party also dragged someone:

"Hey, Bourbon, come in quickly!"

Gin was startled again and continued to stare at the door.

Good guy.

Isn't this man with golden hair and black leather in a jacket... his long-lost subordinate, Comrade Bourbon?

‘What a mess…’

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth in a vague manner.

When we were busy, people ran away, but now they are so idle that they all came back... He is really a little expert who can adapt to the wind.
Chapter completed!