Zongman: I have really retired!

Although he rejected Gojo Satoru's request to teach students, Xia Youjie inevitably started his career as a social animal.

While he shared most of Gojo Satoru's tasks, he also had to help Gojo Satoru win over people who were dissatisfied with the existing system of the magic world. He was busy switching back and forth between different tasks like a top.

Xia Youjie's work efficiency was so high that Gojo Satoru was stunned. He even lamented that Xia Youjie was taken away from him, and then he left the matter to Xia Youjie with more confidence.

Xia Youjie finally took a break: Why do I feel like hitting a cat...

Perhaps it was because he had stayed with Meng Shuxu for a long time. Whether it was dealing with troublesome interpersonal relationships, disputes over the interests of all parties, or chatting and laughing with those rotten oranges that had one foot into the underworld, he could always complete it quickly and accurately with ease. He even had the time to help Gojo Satoru finish the mission report that had been piled up for an unknown amount of time, which made Noctua Moth even marvel at it. Did he die and gain enlightenment?

It's just that he was tricked a lot by Meng Shuxu. Xia Youjie, who has already learned a few tricks without a teacher:? ?

Xia Youjie is not a talented player like Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo. They are chased by God to feed them, and ordinary people cannot compare with them.

He doesn't have Dazai Osamu's superb method of playing with people's hearts, nor is he a famous detective who can see through the truth at a glance. What he only has is the experience of two lives, and a ruthless and decisive character.

Rigid rules don't understand the inherent evil in people's hearts, but people will know.

Xia Youjie's methods are not very clever. He can't defeat his opponent with just a few words, but it is enough to make the opponent's mind waver and even cause hesitation. As long as he doesn't cause trouble during the critical period, even if he comes out to show off later. Presence doesn’t matter either.

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"The head of the Gojo family is really good at playing tricks. He is not afraid of showing off his waist even when he is playing such a big game."

A dim yellow lamp hangs on the wall, flickering with a faint light. Under the lamp is a traditional Japanese Japanese table. Even if there are several vases with flowers on the wall cabinet in the corner of the room, it cannot cover up the radiance of the entire room. The smell of decay.

The old man opposite was very thin, and from a distance he looked like a skeleton covered in human skin. Although his face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes shone with a cloudy, decayed light.

But it is still undeniable that he is a representative figure of the civilian faction in today's magic world. It is precisely because of his presence and support that there are now two magic schools in Tokyo and Kyoto that can recruit civilian magicians.

"Ah~ Can't the dying grandpa just retire? It's really disgusting, isn't it, to sit shamelessly and cause trouble for the next generation?"

Gojo Satoru's face was full of disgust, and his tone was extremely bad. He frowned and waved his hands in a serious manner, as if he smelled some unbearable smell, as if in front of him was not an old man who could be his grandfather but a pile of rotten and ugly garbage. , exuding a disgusting stench.

The old man laughed twice, his voice low and hoarse, like a rusty saw. The skin has become very loose due to the years, like a mask that has lost its elasticity. At this time, his smile is like the smile of an evil ghost.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and didn't want to look directly at this dazzling smile. It was no different from a disgusting curse spirit. Gojo Satoru commented that it would be better to meet through the door panel of the technique before, so that he could not smell or see this disgusting thing.

"Boy... I have seen a lot of things in my life. Although you are very strong, some things cannot be solved by violence -"

The old man used a hoarse voice to warn the young people in front of him who were eager to pursue reform. He was already quite old and would end up in a coffin in a short time. However, as the leader of the civilian faction, he did not believe that Gojo Satoru had the ability to control The whole world of magic.

"How are you going to manage the new 'window'? How are you going to deal with the natural shield between family magicians and civilian magicians? Do you want to change the terms of negotiation with the government? How? What about the wages of the civilian magicians even after they join you? What to do? And how to absorb new blood in the magic world? Have you thought about it? "

Gojo Satoru's smile faded. He crossed his legs and spread his hands flat on the back of the sofa. He said in an arrogant tone:

"That's my business. You just need to obediently hand over your power and retire. I really don't understand why power is so fascinating. It's so tiring to work."

"But once you have power, you can enjoy many privileges and preferential treatment. And you are tired of work? That only proves that your power is not strong enough.

There are clear power relationships even between lifelong lovers. Exploiting and being exploited, giving and being given, winners and losers, if you want to do whatever you want and protect the people you want to protect, then you must not be a loser.

These virtues of kindness and tolerance are very precious things, but if they don’t grow teeth, that’s weakness! Your kindness is meaningless, they will only get worse! Whether they are kind or tolerant, in the final analysis they are all sacrifices. The outcome of voluntary sacrifice or being sacrificed is the same.

Cough cough cough——"

The old man got a little excited at the end and coughed a few times. The violent coughing sound was like a bellows about to be broken, echoing in the silent room, making people tremble with fear. Let Gojo Satoru doubt that this old guy won't die in front of him. He doesn't admit this.

The old man calmed down for a long time under the service of the maid, but Gojo Satoru took this opportunity to play with his mobile phone with a look of idleness, preparing to make a report with someone.

[I am the best in the world: It’s really boring! Did you wake me up from bed so early in the morning just to listen to this old orange? Why can't you help me handle this kind of thing? ]

After waiting for a long time and not receiving a reply, Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue and sent a few more text messages.

[I am the best in the world: I am going to make trouble! ! Jay! ! ]

Seeing that Xia Youjie over there didn't reply for a long time, Gojo Satoru, who had been spoiled by Xia Youjie, launched another message bombardment.

[I am the best in the world: Jack! ! ]

[I am the best in the world: Jack! ! ]

[I am the best in the world: come out quickly! ! ]

A dozen text messages in a row all ended up in vain.

When Gojo Satoru was considering whether to make a call directly, his phone suddenly vibrated. When he opened it, he saw a message from Xia Youjie.

[I have really retired: Be good and obedient]

[I have really retired: stop making trouble]