The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru followed Dazai Osamu and stepped into the majestic building representing the mafia headquarters.

At this time, Dazai and him were no longer exchanging with each other as enthusiastically as they did on the street.Maybe it was due to the need to be respectful in this building, or maybe it was just because both of them had managed to get the information they needed, and there was no need for either of them to pretend to be friendly anymore.

Wutiao was humming leisurely, looking left and right in the corridor relying on his good height.From his angle, he could easily see the top of Dazai Osamu's head, his soft hair, which was completely different from the sharp character of his master, fluttered gently in the air as the boy walked.Wujo's hair is indeed soft, but it's not as extreme as this guy's.

The white-haired boy looked away and continued to observe the distribution of facilities inside the Ganghei Building, but his mind began to estimate how long Dazai's hair would take to comb every day after he got up.

The teenager was thinking about all kinds of incongruous things, for a while it was someone else's hair, and for a while it was the bodyguard job he got recently which was not bad.He completely ignored the curious eyes cast on him by the people passing by, and he began to feel that meeting the mafia leader was a bit boring.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru noticed an older-looking man approaching them at the corner of the corridor.The people in black who were supposed to follow Dazai also dispersed in all directions when they entered the building, and only two teenagers faced the middle-aged man.

When there was only half a meter away from Osamu Dazai, the man stopped and bowed to him: "Welcome back, Mr. Dazai. Is today's mission going well?"

Completely ignored, Gojo Satoru watched the exchange between the two mafia with great interest.

Osamu Dazai nodded indifferently: "Mr. Hirotsu." He turned sideways, pointed at the young man standing behind him, and said in a weak tone, "This is the guest Mr. Mori decided to meet just now, Gojo Satoru Jun."

Only then did Guangjin Liulang turn his attention to Gojo Satoru.

The boy didn't look very old - probably about the same appearance as Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, but his height was a bit tall, probably close to 1.7 meters.I don't know whether it was due to inadvertence or provocation, but the other party was also wearing dark clothes. In the border of Yokohama, it was easy to be mistaken for someone from the Mafia.

To use some vulgar words, Gojo Satoru has a "female face".It means that he does have a good face comparable to that of a star, but his outline is more feminine.However, Guangjin Liulang was not deceived by this seemingly weak appearance after observation.Because the boy was watching him with those blue eyes at the same time, his vision was as sharp as a blade.And when surrounded by countless mafias, there was a hint of a fearless smile on the corner of his mouth.

The most important thing is that the person who can attract the attention of the current leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai, cannot be something simple.

So he also bowed to Wujo, who was younger than himself, and showed a respectful attitude towards the leader's guests: "Mr. Wujo, this is the first time we meet, I am Guangjin Liulang."

"Guangjin Liulang?" Wujo put the back of his hand against his chin, and after serious thinking for a while, he replied cheerfully, "I know this name! I have admired his name for a long time. I never thought that I would meet Mr. Guangjin once in my lifetime." .”

When Osamu Dazai heard this, his eyes darkened, and he asked the boy a question: "Is Mr. Hirotsu famous in your side?"

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth at Dazai, and smiled without emotion.

Important people always appear one after another at the right time.Just when Osamu Dazai was trying to pry more information out of Gojo's mouth, a burst of quick footsteps rang in the ears of the three.

When Osamu Dazai heard this voice, his face immediately collapsed.He draws out his tone, and said slowly, "Chuya, you slug didn't come back at the right time."

Gojo Satoru was completely attracted by this climax-like plot development.He turned around, and saw a small orange-haired man in a black hoodie and a cap approaching him with an angry face—to be precise, Dazai was walking towards him.

The white-haired boy blinked and asked tentatively, "Central Plains Chuya?"

Chuya Nakahara paused, and shifted his gaze from Dazai to Gojo.When he saw this person he didn't know, he reacted quickly: "You are the 'guest' mentioned by the leader, right? I am Chuya from the Central Plains."

After Mori Ogai knew about Gojo Satoru, he temporarily called back the strongest fighting force.Aware of this, Dazai secretly showed a malicious smile, but he still asked a routine question: "How did Wujo-kun be sure that Chu is also Chuya?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at Dazai: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

The curiosity in Dazai's heart was immediately hooked, and he replied without hesitation: "Of course."

The young man faced Dazai, and he couldn't see his own expression, so he also showed him a malicious smile: "Didn't you tell me that you are the shortest one in the Central Plains, Mr. Dazai?"

For the first time in his life, Osamu Dazai knew what it means to be curious and kill the cat.

"Tai—zai—" Zhong Yuanzhong also grinned grinningly, his fists crackling with force, "You damn mackerel—"

Seeing that the situation was about to run in an irreversible direction, Guangjin, who had been standing by the side watching the play, finally had to stand up to stop the furious Chuya: "The leader is still waiting for you on the top floor."

Nakahara gave Osamu Dazai a hard look: "I'll deal with you after this matter is over."

Dazai felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

However, the five points of fear that the world will not be chaotic will not be satisfied with this.At this time, he took a few steps towards Nakahara Nakaya, and asked in a serious tone: "I heard that you once scared Osamu Dazai so much that he hugged the quilt and cried all night under the quilt. Is this true?"

Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuya, and Hirotsu Yanagi couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

A few seconds later, both Chuya and Hirotsu stared at Dazai with very strange eyes.If you want to summarize the meaning in one sentence, it would probably be "Osamu Dazai, you usually have a hippie smile on your face, and you seem to be quite courageous, but I never thought you would be such a person behind your back."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

I am not, I am not.

The young man in the cadre reserve has begun to doubt whether his behavior of bringing Wutiao back to the Hong Kong Hei Building is correct.Moreover, what the other party said was true to some extent, even if it was done by Dazai Osamu from another world, it was indeed Dazai Osamu.If Zhongyuan Zhong also knew the ins and outs of it, maybe he would be more interested in pulling Wujo Wu to find out the root cause.

However, Dazai complained in his heart, I would be bullied by slugs in another world, as Dazai Osamu, I would be so unworthy.

Guangjin Liulang coughed lightly, trying to suppress the quivering smile in his chest, and said to the three people in a strange atmosphere: "Let me take you to the leader's office."

Gojo Satoru nodded dispensably.

The four finally managed to safely reach the top floor of Hong Kong Black, the chief's office guarded by many mafias.Nakahara Chuya was covering his mouth to hold back his laughter along the way, and Osamu Dazai felt his temples twitch crazily——

These things Gojo Satoru has done have made him surpass countless people, and he ranks third among the people Dazai hates the most.

Guangjin led the three of them to the door, and left because there were other things to do.The three looked at each other for a while, and finally the model worker Nakahara Nakaya took a step forward and knocked lightly on the door three times: "Boss, Nakahara Nakahara and Dazai Osamu have completed the mission and come back to report."

At the same time, Gojo Satoru noticed some strange noises inside.

A serious middle-aged male voice came from behind the door: "Come in."

Chu Fa boy pushed open the door.

Gojo Satoru walked in between Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu.

However, as soon as he saw the legendary leader of Hong Kong gangsters, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The other party was holding a red dress, and coaxingly coquettishly towards a blond girl next to her: "Alice, it's the last one, the last one~"

"Rin Taro, when did you say that?" The girl called Alice puffed her cheeks and stomped her feet aggressively, "Big liar! Idiot! Bastard! I don't want to listen to Rin Taro again! Rin Taro, go die! "

Mori Ogai held his heart that was severely hurt by the girl's words: "Even if you said such things...Alice, you are still the number one in my heart."

Gojo Satoru glanced at Nakahara Chuya, whose expression didn't change, and then at Dazai Osamu, who was completely indifferent to the scene in front of him, and had a deep prejudice against this seemingly abnormal mafia.

It was already 10 minutes after Mori Ogai coaxed Alice.During this period, Gojo Satoru had carefully observed the dark office, counted how many dresses were hanging beside him, and finally lay down lazily on the sofa.

Even Dazai, who is a member of the organization, sat beside him and flipped through his books, but Nakahara, who had a serious temperament, still stood obediently in his place.

Mori Ogai, aside from matters related to Alice, is still a very standard mafia leader.He crossed his fingers, put his elbows on the desk, propped his chin with the back of his hand, and said hello with a faint smile: "I've heard about you for a long time, Wujo-kun. Sure enough, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. I only know about Wujo-kun today. It’s much bigger than I imagined.”

He was referring to the fact that Gojo Satoru was a visitor from another world.

However, Gojo had already discussed this topic with Dazai countless times along the way, and he really didn't want to continue.He rolled his eyes and sat up from the sofa: "Have you heard of me?"

The leader of the Mafia smiled and nodded, expressing his affirmation of the question: "That's right, you are the latest member of the Armed Detective Agency, right?"

It was also the first time Nakahara had heard of this, and he couldn't help but cast a wary glance at Gojo Satoru, who had a relaxed posture.And Dazai, who had already guessed from the "bodyguard job" emphasized by the other party, mocked Nakahara Nakaya again: "Slugs who don't have a brain really only know now."

Zhong Yuan also clenched his fist again.

Ignoring the friendly exchange between his two subordinates, Mori Ogai bent his eyes to look at Gojo Satoru.And the boy was tilting his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Gojo frowned, and replied reluctantly: "Although I always feel that talking to a perverted lolicon for too long may be contagious, but I still have to correct it. I am not a new employee of the detective agency, just a reserve. .In other words, I can only be regarded as a temporary worker."

The author has something to say: 5t5, you are so arrogant.

Thank you shareholders~

感谢在2020-05-1423:42:50~2020-05-2008:59:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: petout 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Wang Ye; 1 for Bcpemc and Ciheng;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 37 bottles of Bai Ye; 10 bottles of the old sword full of treasures; 4 bottles of Wugeng Liuli and Shanyu Qinglan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!