The atmosphere in Yuchen's old apartment fell back into silence. Barley and Corn quietly savored their breakfast, while Yuchen delved into his laptop, absorbing the contents of a report sent by one of his subordinates from London. T
The report, seemingly a mundane financial document from a restaurant, concealed a covert message about their illegal gambling and arms trafficking revenues.
"Capo," Corn suddenly broke the silence with her voice.
"I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but can't we call each other by our names, like at your wedding?" Corn asked, her gaze fixed on Yuchen with seriousness etched across her face.
"This codename thing is starting to sound cringe to me," she continued, expressing her frustration with the situation.
"Corn!" Barley reprimanded sharply upon hearing Corn's words. He knew that the woman was just 25, but that didn't give her any excuse to be so rude to their Capo.
