Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"You two talk to yourself, it makes people very angry!" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was left on the sidelines, also felt that his anger value was a little high, and he really wanted to explode.

The black-haired boy chewing potato chips swallowed the snack and snorted: "Didn't you come to find the leader of PortMafia? Without an employee card, you can't pass the diversion machine, and visitors can't get to the top office."

In other words, without the permission of senior executives above the quasi-cadres, the "visitors" would be sent directly to Mr. Ozaki Momiji to spend a few pleasant days and then go swimming in the sea.

what……

Suddenly realizing that he seemed to have made an oolong, Chuya lifted up the thing he was holding in his hand: "Oh, so, then...sorry."

"Give me this delicious stick, Lord Ranbu will forgive you." The squint-eyed boy pointed to the thank-you item in his arms, and Chuya sent it forward: "Here, take it yourself."

"Yeah." Sure enough, he reached out and took a delicious stick and stuffed it into his coat pocket: "Go up, if you see a man with long black hair wearing a doctor's coat, remember to avoid him."

"Follow me" Oda Sakunosuke waited until now to turn around and lead the way, sent Chuya to the elevator and pressed the number, then called upstairs again: "Go up, no one will make things difficult." After finishing speaking, he hurried outside Step away quickly before you can't wait.

It's really getting late, and it will be very bad if you can't catch up with the random steps when the thick dim sum comes out of the oven.

"..." Zhong who was thrown in the elevator was speechless.

What is this!

You are too slack, really?

In case any particularly terrifying enemy invades, does this mean that the leader will protect you in turn?

He was completely unaware that his thinking track was going off track again and again, and he began to sincerely stand on the standpoint of the "enemy" and worry about security issues for the other party...

There is a young man, the leader is nothing special, the only two selling points are probably his face and his ability to fight.In a sense, closing the door and releasing the leader is really a good way for PortMafia's senior management to solve the problem.

His mind was in a mess as he approached the office on the top floor of the black building with each transfer.

The transparent decoration of the explosion-proof glass is gradually replaced by dark shades. The closer to the upper floor, the harder it is to see the internal structure of the building. This is also for defense reasons.The smooth and smooth elevator suddenly slowed down, and Chuya looked up at the number - it didn't reach the end, someone came in?

Someone did come in.

A man in a white doctor's coat hurried into the elevator with a first-aid kit in hand. When he saw someone here, he raised his hand to indicate that it was inconvenient for him to press the button.Zhong also helped poke the door close button, he smiled and nodded his thanks.

"Hide away from a man with long black hair and a doctor's coat," the squinting-eyed man downstairs gave him advice.Zhong also took a few sneaky glances, the doctor in front of him is a weak one, what's so scary, he still wants to hide?

The other party realized that he was spying on him, so he turned his face around and bowed his lower body slightly: "Hello? I don't seem to have seen you before. Are you here to visit?"

"Ah? Hmm!" The boy replied vaguely, "Come and have a look."

"Oh, so." He replied speciously: "So it is."

The elevator fell into silence again, but fortunately, it soon reached the top floor, and the guard with a gun stepped out of the car and bowed his head: "Doctor Sen."

"Yeah." The man dismissed them carelessly, and quickly left along the corridor.

Zhong also stopped for two steps. The guard saw him and asked, "The king of sheep? BOSS is waiting for you, the office at the end of the corridor, please."

"..." In order not to make himself look like a bumpkin who has never seen the world, he nodded indiscriminately and walked along the only corridor.

It's so dark in here.

The softness under his feet should be the kind of extraordinarily expensive woolen blankets, and the walls are also pasted with luxurious decorations.But there are no windows, and the lights on the walls are a little too dark, like a dark cage, it's impossible for people to stay in such a place for a long time.

She likes to bask in the sun and doesn't like to stay in a dark room.

As he walked while thinking, there were two oak and gold-clad doors at the end of the corridor, and four black suits stood outside the doors.

"The king of sheep, in the Central Plains."

One of them checked their identity aloud, one notified, and after getting permission, the other two pushed open the door: "Boss, the guests have arrived."

The people in the office seemed to be saying something before, and fell silent after being interrupted by the visit.Soon a cold female voice came out: "Yes."

Chuya was still hugging the gift someone gave him downstairs, and suddenly felt that he was really stupid looking like this.Want to go in?Will I be laughed at... Otherwise, let's go, come back next time or something...

"What are you doing standing outside?"

A woman in a long coat came over and held the half door with her hands and glanced at him: "Come in!"

When he got in, she immediately let go and turned to the chair behind the desk. The heavy wooden door automatically bounced back and closed tightly with a "click".

Standing in the middle of the chief's office, he saw another person in the room: "Oh? It turned out that the king of sheep is here. I was thinking just now, who would dare to take the special elevator in such a big way."

The doctor was taking medicine from the opened first aid kit. The teenager glanced at the person who had already sat back on the chair: "Are you injured again?"

Rimbaud remained silent, frowning while holding a piece of information in his hand.It was the doctor who answered the question: "Probably the wound on Radium Bowl Street. Does the King of Sheep know who caused it? You, who believe in a hundredfold revenge, can probably understand our PortMafia's mood."

He used a white enamel tray to hold the medical equipment and walked to her side. The tray fell on the table with a crisp voice: "Lift your head up a little, and be careful if the wound is not deep. In case of infection, it will leave a scar."

It was as if he wanted to let him hear it on purpose, but he didn't express any dissatisfaction or anger. It was obviously just a simple statement, but the smell of blood slowly overflowed silently.

"Damn it, I have already said that white/fans are not allowed to go ashore from all the ports in the Kanto area. Isn't Sakagi transportation too cheap to be beaten?" She suddenly threw the paper in her hand and hammered the table.The doctor who disinfected, debrided, and changed the dressing slowly spoke lukewarmly: "Is it necessary to be angry because of such a trivial matter?"

"The day after tomorrow is the old man's birthday in Takasehui, right? I'm going to ask Sakagi himself if he doesn't want to be on the road anymore." She patted the table a few more times, and the doctor tapped her on the top of her head: "Don't move, Otherwise, I will poke iodophor in your eyes."

"..." Miss Leader immediately silenced her voice.

Changing someone else to play a cross talk in front of her can blow up the floor of his house, but her office... Even if she doesn't like being ignored, she can bear it.The doctor didn't leave the desk with the tray until all the wounds were cleaned. Rimbaud shook his head and shook off the raised hair and dull hair, leaning on the back of the chair and looking up at the orange-haired boy: "What's the matter, what's the matter?" thing."

what can happen?

At first, he was so angry that he wanted to find someone to lose his temper. After such a long time, he himself felt that the anger was unreasonable, ridiculous and childish.

What on earth is my father here for?

"... These are all for you." He took a few steps forward, piled up the things in his arms on her desk, and frowned with his back to the doctor who was organizing the medicine box.

The boy sighed and slumped his shoulders weakly: "Why can't I do well?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" She scratched her hair, opened a new document and glanced up to signal him to continue saying that she was listening.

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up a pack of ramen balls and crushed one through the plastic bag: "It's...sheep, I don't know, but the situation is not very good..."

"What's wrong?" She asked, then turned her head to the other and said, "Doctor Sen, please move a stool for me, and bring some hot milk along the way."

The doctor closed the lid of the box, and the shadow of the superhuman life form gradually appeared behind him. The indifferent lady who was exactly like Rimbaud picked up the walnut chair with two fingers and put it behind Zhongye: "Please sit down."

"I'll be right back." This was addressed to Rimbaud, and she looked up at him and smiled.

He opened the door with the first-aid kit and left, and she threw the document away: "What's the matter? Your subordinates, if you dare to disobey, hammer until you obey!"

"They're just..." He subconsciously opened his mouth as a habitual excuse.

She didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence: "Just because they are a group of cubs who don't understand anything, they need someone to make decisions for them, restrain their behavior, correct their mistakes, and show them the way. If they should understand something Adults who threw stones at me have any chance of surviving?"

"Changing any child here, even the one with the lowest force value, is enough to clean up Radium Bowl Street several times. I gave them a chance to really learn to survive. As for whether they can learn or not, that's up to you responsibility, not mine."

The doctor who opened the door to deliver the hot milk listened to this extremely harsh words. He smiled and stuffed the milk into her hand, and placed another cup in front of the orange-haired boy.

Like to drink or not.

"The gift for visiting the leader of the Takase Society has been prepared. Regarding the traitor that Ranpo-kun caught before..." He looked sideways at her and waited for a decision.

She replied in a flat tone: "Throw it on the steps outside and clean it up. Let Guangjin lead someone to search and meet his family by the way. After the investigation is clear, he will be driven out of Yokohama."

"Yes, BOSS. I'm going to pass on your decision. The other one..." Dr. Sen looked up and down quite pickily at the boy's hair, his clothes, and the habit of always moving forward. Leaning body posture.

This little boy is Nakahara Chuya, the King of Sheep, the fifth cadre he planned for PortMafia, and one of the children he dislikes the most.

The chief paid too much attention to him.

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