The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

When Gojo Satoru returned to the place where Osamu Dazai should have stayed, he found that the person standing there had changed.

In fact, when he was in the corridor at the other end, he noticed it from a distance.Regardless of the difference in height, Nakahara Chuya's hat, which is honestly not very aesthetic, is enough for Gojo Satoru to discover this.

Therefore, when he walked in front of the Hong Kong Black Gravity Envoy, the boy's expression was no different from usual.

Gojo Satoru just casually threw Ojo Genki to Chuya in the Central Plains, and after the other party grabbed the wounded man with a complicated expression and confirmed that his task was completed, he chatted with him very familiarly: "Where did Dazai go?"

"That guy Dazai..." When this topic was brought up, Nakahara couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Suddenly called me and said that it would be too boring to stay here all the time. If I don't come If you help him, the mission will be voided directly. You are a hopeless bastard!"

Gojo Satoru pointed out mercilessly: "It is because I know you will definitely come that Dazai is so confident."

"Next time I will definitely not come again!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also jumped his feet angrily, "Let that idiot mackerel fend for itself!"

"Even if you don't want to come again, Dazai can use other methods to force you," the white-haired boy twitched his mouth, "but what did he tell you? You probably haven't been worse than the incident of Genki Ojo recently." Let's do something more important."

This sentence is a lie, because what Gogol told Gojo Satoru just now was enough to put the entire port mafia into a state of martial law afterwards.However, the entire Yokohama is still in a short-term buffer state after the incident, so——

"Ah? That guy must have gone off to play his own psp after skipping work again." After Zhongyuan Zhongya said this, he turned around and walked to the next road, "Besides, the port black hand The party business has nothing to do with you, the one who vandalized our building."

The menacing young man turned his head and was about to say some harsh words, but he saw Gojo Satoru looking at him with a strange look that made people couldn't help but get angry.

"Why?" Nakahara Chuya's eyelids twitched.

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked towards the bright hall, "I just want to kindly remind you, pay attention later."

"Huh? Why pay attention?" Zhongyuan hated this half-hidden way of speaking, "Can you stop talking like Dazai and only say half, and tell me everything you want to say directly."

Gojo Wujo looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Zhongya Zhongya, and his tone became frivolous again: "Because you haven't told Mr. Zhongye yet, right? You said it yourself, 'The port mafia thing and Gojo Satoru has nothing to do'."

"I only reminded Mr. Zhongye for your safety, but please don't waste my hard work." The young man sighed in distress, "Otherwise, who will replace you later?" Shall I beat Dazai?"

Chuya Nakahara's expression suddenly became subtle: "You hate Dazai?"

"No, so far I don't have any feelings for him," Wujo Satoru denied, "but Dazai-kun actually planned to trick me when I didn't know certain things."

The boy's blue eyes were like the shoals of the river, gentle but cold: "What's worse, it seems that he has succeeded. Otherwise, it might not be you, Chuya-kun, but him who is standing here at random. Whichever subordinate you want?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked back at the past with his own blue eyes: "What do you mean?"

"'It's impossible for me to understand'," Gojo said lightly, "If it was Dazai-kun, he would definitely answer you like this. But for the sake of our cooperation in the future visible to the naked eye, I still give Just say it."

"You should know why I am the one who came here to contact you, right?" Gojo Satoru didn't seem to like this topic very much, and he seemed a little impatient when he talked about it, "About the relationship between the port mafia and the armed detective agency." I won’t go into details about the wonderful relationship, I think Mr. Zhongye, as a reserve cadre of Hong Kong and black, must understand it better than I do.”

"As a ostensible reserve member of the Armed Detective Agency, I can act as a middleman—or a pawn—to carry out the necessary information transfer between the two forces. This is a fact that has been mostly decided."

"Of course, the port mafia is in a weak position, because 'preparatory armed detective agency members' are bound by this identity under certain circumstances." Gojo Satoru said this, looking to the left and right several times , suddenly complained, "Is there no seat in the corridor? It's really tiring to stand and talk about these troublesome things."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also so angry with his perfunctory attitude towards serious matters that his forehead was throbbing: "How can there be such a thing! If you want to say it, say it!"

The boy shrugged his shoulders: "Okay——"

"But it's unwise to provoke me when it's confirmed that I have the power to fight with you-eh, you can't say that, because as a single individual, I am nothing more than a small shrimp in the eyes of Hong Kong and Hei. So it should be said Is it not in line with the current interests?" Gojo Satoru muttered, "Sure enough, explaining this kind of thing is troublesome, why did Dazai leave your mess, Chuya-kun, to me."

The Hong Kong Black Gravity Envoy has already made up his mind to beat up the bastard Dazai after returning later.

Gojo Satoru saw Nakahara Nakahara's face full of anger, and secretly made a "V" gesture in his heart: "But now an accident happened, that is, this accident caused your amiable and respectable leader, Mr. Mori Ogai, to make a gesture. The decision to immediately withdraw from the Armed Detective Agency."

"So after a while, the dark forces in Yokohama will know that I helped the port mafia capture the traitor," the boy said with a smile, "It's a perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone. It's worthy of being the leader of you two."

The hallway fell silent because of this complaint with a hint of dissatisfaction.

After a while, seeing Nakahara Nakaya still standing still, Gojo Gojo shook his head, and said with some doubts: "Chuya-kun, I'm going back to Ranpo now—that's my new employer. , I don’t mind if you still want to stand here and think about life, but Mr. Motoki Ojo needs to be treated in time? I don’t think you want to spend a lot of effort to catch a dead person.”

Zhongyuan Zhong was once again pissed off by this guy: "Isn't it because I saw you looking depressed—"

"I lied to you," Wujo laughed twice, "I didn't expect Chuya-kun to be so sincere, so cute."

The Hong Kong Black Gravity Envoy almost punched this brazen man with one fist.

But before his anger overwhelmed him, he realized that Weicheng Yuanji really couldn't wait any longer, so he gave Gojo Satoru a hard look, turned around, and left the corridor directly.

The author has something to say: Happy Children's Day to Mr. 5t5...(.

感谢在2020-05-3021:21:42~2020-05-3123:28:03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 cast the rocket launcher: Dawn Sky 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Wang also has one;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: people live to win 163 bottles of Yan Sheng; 6 bottles of Asika;

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