The base of the Port Mafia, Mori Ogai's office.

A gloomy, short-haired man in a black trench coat and red scarf waved his tutu upwards.

At forty, he still looks young, with only a few fine lines appearing around his eyes when he smiles.

"Alice, how about trying this pink skirt again? It will look great on you~"

The cute little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes sat opposite him, playing with her toys and ignoring what the man said.

The man was not angry at all. Instead, his face was full of pampering. "Alice, don't reject me. Try this skirt quickly. I prepared it especially for you."

"No, you've prepared so many, are you still special?"

Alice didn't even raise her head, her childish voice was really cold and ruthless.

The man pinched the little skirt with a pitiful look on his face, looking abandoned, and begged unwillingly, "You rejected me so ruthlessly, can't you really think about it again?"

Alice still had a cold expression on her face, "No."

This man is Mori Ogai, the leader of the Port Mafia, the personal doctor of the former leader, and a man obsessed with young girls.

Before Mori Ogai could say something else, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

He raised his eyelids and spoke in a normal tone.

At the same time, the expression on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked like a normal human being, completely different from the perverted uncle who had just coaxed the little girl to change clothes.

When Guangjin Liulang came in, he saw his leader sitting among a bunch of pink puffy skirts with a serious expression on his face.

Seeing this strange scene, Guangjin Liulang's expression did not change. He was no longer surprised.

When they reached outside Moriou, Guangjin Liulang saluted and said, "Boss, you called me?"

Mori Ogai glanced at him, stood up from the ground and walked to his desk.

He picked up a notice from the table and looked at it with an amused look.

"I haven't seen such a large order in a long time. I called you here today just to test the waters. Remember to prepare manpower to carry out this attack."

As he spoke, Mori Ogai handed the notice in his hand to Hirotsu Ryulang.

Guangjin Liulang reached out to take it, and after reading the content on it, his eyes darkened under the monocular lens.

"A bounty of 100 billion US dollars is really high, just to capture this extremely beautiful... man in the photo?"

"Bingo," Mori Ogai raised the separately printed photo in his hand. From the leaked point of view, it was exactly the same as the one in Hirotsu Liulang's hand.

"You saw it too. She's really pretty, isn't she? I liked her the first time I saw her, even though I only like Alice who's under 12 years old."

Hirotsu Liulang remained silent, carefully looking at the black-haired man in the plain white yukata in the photo, before finally nodding.

"She is an extremely beautiful person, but she is not worth 70 billion US dollars. The higher the bounty, the higher the danger. For example, the bounty for the human tiger we just received, the Moon Beast with a destiny is rumored to be known only to the secret person, that is, the person who put the bounty on it, and it is only worth billion."

"I have never heard of this man named Kawakami Tomie. All the information I have about him is that he is a painter from China, 20 years old, and currently lives in Beihua-cho -chome. There is nothing else about him. I don't see anything worth mentioning."

"Is it because of this useless information that you want me to send someone to test it now?"

Guangjin Liulang said slowly. He was a very calm person with a very high emotional intelligence. He quickly saw the leader's intention.

Mori Ogai turned the photo in his hand, and a few strands of hair fell down.

"You guessed right. Go ahead and test it. Don't hurt the beauty, or I'll be sad."

"Yes."

After understanding the intention, Hirotsu Liulang folded the notice, quickly put it into his chest pocket, and then walked out of Mori Ogai's office.

Alice came to Mori Ogai's legs with the toy in her arms and looked up at Mori Ogai.

"What are you looking at? Are you as cute as me?"

Mori Ogai threw the photo on the table and picked up Alice excitedly.

"No, Alice is the cutest. I like Alice the most, so can I wear that dress?"

Alice glanced at the table and nodded unexpectedly, "Okay, just this once."

"awesome!"

***

By the time they returned to Yokohama Pier, the deal between the two parties had been completed.

Vodka was leaning against the front of the car, a cigarette in his mouth, puffing smoke, waiting for his boss to come back.

He looked at the people and ships coming and going with boredom, thinking about how to report the situation to Gin.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his sight.

He looked closely and saw that it was Gin!

Gin was seen walking towards this side coolly with his hands in his pockets and an expressionless face, the hem of his windbreaker forming handsome arcs in the wind.

Vodka's eyes lit up and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

However, the next second, he found something wrong - his boss was not wearing a hat!

You know, Gin has always worn that iconic black top hat and almost never takes it off.

And his hair became a little messy, as if he had been through a fierce battle.

Vodka quickly threw away his cigarette butt, walked over and asked, "Brother, where is your hat? How come your hat is gone? And your hands..."

As he said this, he cast his puzzled gaze to Gin's right hand side.

The plain white cloth wrapped around Gin's hand was particularly eye-catching, forming a sharp contrast with his pitch-black clothes, making it easy to notice him at a glance.

Gin raised his eyelids slightly, and his cold gaze instantly fell on his hands.

He had a calm, stern face with no expression on it.

Vodka could only see a little bit of anger in his cold dark green pupils, so the tall, muscular man could only lower himself a little more to avoid angering his boss.

After a long moment, Gin glanced at him and said indifferently, "It's just a little injury, it's nothing serious."

"Oh, oh." Vodka nodded stupidly.

After seeing his elder brother walking towards the passenger seat, he suddenly woke up from his dream, quickly opened the door and sat back in the driver's seat.

Then, he started the car stupidly, but because he was too nervous, the car misfired instantly.

Vodka's face turned red instantly and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Gin waited for a long time but Vodka didn't move, so he looked worried.

"what are you doing?"

Vodka quickly replied, "I forgot where we are going next, brother, where are we going next?"

Gin: "..."

Gin endured it, but couldn't bear it anymore. His voice became several degrees colder. "Let's go to the slums. The rebels in the small organization will tell us who is really in control of this city."

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka nodded hurriedly.

From Gin's icy voice, Vodka could tell that his boss was angry, and quickly started the car again.

With the roar of the engine, the car quickly drove away from the dock.

Gin sat in the passenger seat, watching the ever-changing scenery ahead with indifference.

However, his thoughts were not completely focused on the scene before him, but on the strip of cloth on his right hand from time to time.

The cloth strip tied by Tomie Kawakami.

He also realized that he was particularly distracted by a piece of cloth, so he pulled off the blood-stained cloth without hesitation and threw it out through the car window.

The plain white ribbon fluttered in the air and eventually disappeared from sight.

Gin watched it disappear, and after a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Then, his eyes fell on the wrist with the fresh wound, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

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