Gin's Everyday Fear of His Wife: Long Live His Chinese Wife

Gin had killed many people, betrayed many people, and watched countless others kneel before him and beg for mercy.

He had never hesitated, never shown compassion, never missed his mark.

He was the Black Organization's sharpest blade, its most ruthless enforcer.

Until today

His phone rang.

A contact name appeared on the screen: [Don't Answer]

Gin's hand paused for half a second.

Just half a second.

Vodka's eyes widened as he watched the man who struck fear into the entire organization take a deep breath and answer the phone in a voice that was almost cautious.

"...Hello."

There was three seconds of silence on the other end. Then a cool voice belonging to a Chinese woman came through

"Gin, you didn't come home again last night."

It wasn't a question. It was a judgment.

"I had a mission..."

"Your mission? Your mission? Last month you said it was a mission, and the month before that, you said the same thing. Gin, why don't you just go live with your missions?"

"..."

"Our daughter's school is holding a parent-teacher meeting next week. Are you going?"

"...Yes."

"You sound so reluctant."

"...I'm happy to go."

Vodka witnessed with his own eyes as Gin, a man who killed without batting an eye, said, "Okay, honey," into his phone, then hung up and silently lit a cigarette, looking as if he'd just completed an S-rank mission.

Meanwhile, in an apartment in Tokyo, a Chinese woman hung up and sighed at her daughter, who was doing her homework.

"Your dad says he's happy to go to the parent-teacher meeting again."

Without looking up, her daughter said, "He sounds like he just got disciplined by the Organization."

It was just another ordinary day in the Gin household!