The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

The final result was that Gojo Satoru did get the information he wanted.

The boy leaned on the back of the back seat of the car, and said in the quiet space inside the car: "It can only be said that the time, place and people are right."

Ayatsuji Xingren did not comment on his statement, but still hugged the cute girl doll, quietly leaning against the window.

The unconventional pair are sitting on the Psychic Service bus, heading to the Port Mafia, to meet another unconventional pair and Vongola's fog guard.

The agent sitting in the driver's seat gave them another order before they got out of the car: "This time the mission is to investigate all the relevant information of the port mafia and Pengelie. Consider lending a hand."

The agent turned his head and stared seriously at the two thorns, which were both quite difficult.

Ayatsuji pedestrian didn't say a word, just raised his head a little, got up and got off the car.But Gojo Satoru accepted the task in an unbelievably frivolous tone: "I see, being an agent is really hard work."

The two stood in front of the main entrance of the port mafia building, one with an indifferent face and the other with a bright smile, forming a subtly similar mirror with the two teenagers opposite.

With a slight smile on the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth, he greeted Gojo Satoru and Ayatsuji pedestrians with a strong official meaning: "Thank you, you two have come to help. Things are very troublesome on Pengo Lie's side. The assistance of the Secret Service Division can also make Hong Kong and the gangsters a lot easier."

Ayatsuji pedestrian turned his eyes to Osamu Dazai, and raised his chin again to show that he heard it; but Gojo Satoru directly ignored Dazai, who was not angry, and greeted Nakahara Nakaya on the other side: " Chuya, long time no see!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at this guy with a stinking face: "Why are you always so lingering?"

"I can't help it either," Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders, and replied with a helpless expression, "This is the decision of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I don't have the ability to resist my boss."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help rolling his eyes at Gojo behind Nakahara Nakaya when he heard this hypocritical statement that made people want to vomit.

Zhongyuan believed this sentence - after all, in the port mafia, no one can defy the only leader of the organization.

So he reluctantly accepted Gojo Satoru's explanation, turned around and walked towards the port mafia: "Come with me, Vongola's Wushou is still waiting in the waiting room."

After a lapse of one month, Gojo Satoru re-entered the stronghold of the port mafia—with a different identity from before, with a new partner and a strong purpose.

Ayatsuji Xingren and Gojo Satoru followed Nakahara Nakaya.Several people did not go to see Mori Ogai, but took the elevator directly to the lobby for receiving guests.

Inside sat a really eye-catching man.

Eye-catching here is not handsome in the usual sense of praise—of course, he is indeed good-looking, but this young man's wonderful, pineapple-like hairstyle, and his straight man's desperately dressed clothes are what attract his attention the most fundamental reason.

If it weren't for the above-average appearance that suppressed the sense of disobedience, this kind of aesthetic vision that even Wujo Wu couldn't bear to look directly at was really not worthy of the other party's identity as Wushou.

At least Gojo Satoru just likes to dress himself in head-to-toe black clothes.

After a while, several people sat down at the table in different camps.

"Speaking of which," Osamu Dazai suddenly mentioned in a malicious tone, "There is one thing I haven't told Gojo-kun yet."

Gojo Satoru looked at him curiously: "What?"

Osamu Dazai let out a "humph" twice, and was about to show off in front of this guy——

"Former cadre candidate Osamu Dazai officially became one of the five cadres of the Port Mafia yesterday."

Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his eyes, before Osamu Dazai could speak, he said the first sentence after entering the port mafia.

Dazai Osamu was interrupted, looked at Ayatsuji pedestrians with a smirk and said, "That's right, that's right. 'Murder Detective' got the news faster than I thought."

"...Here," Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds, "Is the port mafia about to close down? How could this kind of suicidal maniac who can only ruin the company's reputation be appointed as an cadre?"

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't hold back either, and laughed outright.

Osamu Dazai sneered darkly twice: "So at this table, besides Mr. Rokudokoku, my position is the highest."

"Ayatsuji and I were sent to supervise you, what does it have to do with your current position?" Gojo rolled his eyes back at the man.

Ayatsuji pedestrians also satirized: "The only one you can order is that little dwarf with no brains beside you."

Central Plains Chuya:?

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai was not ashamed but proud, and clapped his hands happily: "After all, the slug's brain has limited his development, and being able to reach the level of a cadre candidate is already the limit, which is really impossible. Method!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also furious: "Try saying another word? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"

Before this pair of partners who have always been at odds started to fight, Liudao Mu interrupted the action of the two of them in time: "Kufufufu... the point now is not who has a higher position, right? But if you have to choose one, the power The biggest one is of course me."

Gojo Satoru propped up one cheek, and carefully observed the guardian of the leading Italian mafia opposite him for a while, causing Liudao Mukuo to laugh strangely with unknown meaning from time to time under his gaze.

Gojo Satoru frowned at him, then lowered his head and began to read the information on the table.

It was really helpless for Pengelie to send his own Wushou over.In recent days, their battle with the emerging family Mirufiore has become increasingly fierce, and they have even gradually lost the wind. Except for the illusionist with special abilities, other guardians have no way to avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy and come to Japan.

As we all know, Liu Dao Mu is a typical illusionist with an unpredictable temper.Rather than letting him come to discuss cooperation with Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, Lan or the Guardian of the Rain is more suitable.

However, the current situation no longer allows them to choose, and the final result is the current state of extreme chaos.

Gojo Satoru, Ayatsuji Xingren, Dazai Osamu, and Rokudokoku, none of them were willing to listen to other people's words honestly.

Gojo Satoru roughly glanced at the above content, then casually put the information on the table, lazily interrupting the occasional quarrel between Dazai and Chuya: "What is the prerequisite for Hong Kong gangsters to help Peng Gelie?"

Osamu Dazai glared at Chuya Nakahara, who was looking angry, and turned his face: "This is not a secret, but if the port mafia wants to develop in Italy in the future, Vengley will provide some small assistance."

Gojo Satoru turned his head towards his partner and gave him a questioning look.

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded silently, indicating that there is not much difference between what Osamu Dazai said and the actual situation.

"As long as we understand why Vongola wants to fight against Mirufiore, our mission will be completed, right?" Gojo Satoru asked Ayatsuji enthusiastically, "Do you want to go shopping in Italy?"

Before Ayatsuji Xingren answered his question, Rokudokuro let out a sneer: "It's probably not very feasible."

Facing the questioning eyes of the two members of the Supernatural Secret Service, Peng Lie Wushou said in a sarcastic tone: "The battle between Peng Lie and Mirufiore was not for selfish desires—huh, the mafia."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows: "It's not for selfish desire, so is it for righteousness?"

"If you're fighting for righteousness, I don't quite understand what's so good about the 'mafia'." The boy leaned back a little, his whole body showing a relaxed state, "Could it be that as long as the mafia does it You won't be happy about things? Or are you simply being cheap? "

Ayatsuji Xingren listened to his partner provoking Peng Lie Wushou, but the expression on his face was calmer than that of Nakahara Zhongye who looked worried, and even revealed a sense of indifference that had nothing to do with him.

Osamu Dazai looked at the two guys with great interest.Seeing Liudao Mu lowered his head, he let out another characteristic laugh: "kufufufu...you should know that the behavior you are doing now can only be done by a fool."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his head, and the number in his red eyes had changed to "one".

With an overly scorching breath, the red lotus quietly bloomed at Gojo Satoru's feet.As long as they see this scene, everyone can know that this is the magma that can swallow everything.

Wujo glanced at those lotus flowers, and said with a smile: "No one stipulates that only your eyes are special?"

He was sitting on a chair surrounded by red lotuses, but he was still unscathed.

"You chose the worst option," Gojo Satoru commented, "All illusions won't work on me."

Liudao Mukuro's eyes flickered, and then returned to normal.

The man's expression seemed unaffected by the failure of the attack at all: "Can you see through all the disguised eyes?" He laughed again, "It's really a natural ability to restrain illusionists."

Even so, there was no trace of vigilance in his expression.Liudaoku stood up, and finally did some work of the inviting party: "Let's go, let's go to Pengo Lie."

Gojo Satoru complained, "I hate work."

The pedestrian Ayatsuji, who just followed him from the beginning to the end, sneered, "Will you really work after you pass?"

Osamu Dazai heard the conversation between the two of them, and squeezed over with a smile: "What a coincidence, I hate it too. Why don't the three of us leave our work to Chuya and go shopping together? For example, buy some strong hanging ropes What."

Nakahara Chuya jumped into a rage behind them: "Osamu Dazai, if you dare to skip work, I will kill you!"