There is no big difference. Only in some special intelligence and important secret tasks related to the organization can there be a clear difference between the real organization members and the police undercover.

So, Belmode and Gin will pay attention to whether someone is an undercover agent or a loyal organization, but the gentleman will not care too much about it. No matter what the cat looks like, it is enough to catch a mouse.

Anyway, that gentleman is also associated with some senior leaders of the bright world. When he reaches that level, his identity and position are indifferent, and only interests are eternal.

Gin roughly understood what she meant, and understood another meaning, and went straight to silence.

For the superiors, no matter the black cat, the white cat, the one who can catch the mouse is the good cat. Ice wine is consistent with that gentleman, who has been teaching Ice wine recently.

[That gentleman is training the next leader.]

Gin vaguely realized this incident before Belmode pointed it out easily, but she was still a little uncertain.

"Gin, let the young people do things, we should let them go." Belmode's voice lowered, "But we also have what we have to do, that is, escort."

"I'm not in Tokyo, so I'll leave the safety of ice wine to you."

...In fact, even if you are in Tokyo, you are not responsible for the safety of ice wine.

Gin frowned and warned seriously: "Don't try to speculate on the intentions of that gentleman, I thought you would understand this simple truth."

No matter what the gentleman thinks, it is a taboo to act privately before things are completely concluded.

"When the gentleman made such a hint, but did not act according to the arrangement, it was even greater disrespect." Belmode responded casually and instantly turned against him. "Did you call in? I hung up."

Then he hung up the phone directly, leaving only a crisp beep sound, and another call notification that appeared.

Gin took a look and raised his eyebrows. He sorted out his messy thoughts and answered the phone, "Hey?"

"Do you have a task in Mihua Mall?" The black-haired ghost spoke directly and ordered, "Retreat quickly and don't hinder me from doing the task."

He also pretended to be generous and comforted, "You can suspend the task in your hand first, and I will help you do it in a few days."

Gin: “…”

He reluctantly compared the black silhouette of the gentleman with the black-haired devil, and found common points: they are all humans, all living people, and all living men.

...

That gentleman is the most mysterious existence.

You will definitely be able to train a qualified next leader, right?

...
Chapter completed!