They all think I'm a boss

The Honmaru Cafe has been very peaceful recently, no one came to make trouble for several days in a row, and the knives can go back to Honmaru after get off work to tidy up the hygiene of the shop when it is time.

They were always being troubled by people before, but now they have suddenly become peaceful, and they are not used to it.

Every time Fujikawa leaves the coffee shop, he will stay at the door for a while, to see if anyone will come to find trouble [cross out]. Dao Zijing felt extremely unbearable.

I can't wait to pull out the main body immediately and put it on the necks of those guys with malicious intentions, forcing them to come to the door to make trouble.

Just when everyone was about to adapt to this unusually peaceful situation, one evening after the rain, there was a familiar but long-lost explosion sound at the door of the closed coffee shop.

The □□smell invaded the coffee shop together with the moist soil smell after the rain. The knife masters who were cleaning stopped their work and looked at the group opposite them wearing uniform black suits and uniforms, with "come here" clearly written on their faces. Those who are not good" suddenly lit up in big characters.

The Lion King immediately poked Mutsu Mamoru with his arm, "Hey, go to the warehouse and wake up the lord, and tell the lord that someone has come to make trouble."

Mutsu Mori took a step back reflexively, "Why me?"

"Whoever makes this place, you are the most maneuverable. When the lord gets up and gets angry, you are the only one who can escape the fastest."

The Lion King pointed to the Tai Dao and Da Tai behind him, and said confidently.

Mutsu Mori: "???"

You are the ultimate kind of knife discrimination!

For the swordsmen, waking up their protagonist is undoubtedly more dangerous than stabbing the golden gun daddy's lair without a knife outfit.

Although if you are lucky, you may still see the lovely sleeping face of your protagonist after taking off the mask, but the premise is that they are destined to see it...

"Is that you? It's a shameless statement that it will replace our port gang/hand/party."

Before the knives could decide who was going to wake up their lords, the group of black suits on the opposite side were obviously impatient, and raised their guns at the knives, directly in the coffee shop. Yelled up.

Several knife masters looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw a trace of bewilderment on each other's faces.

"you said?"

"How could I say that kind of thing..."

"Who said that?"

"You ask me, I ask who to go..."

"anyway……"

Several knives turned their eyes to the unfriendly black suits of the group of visitors, and blinked.

"What is the port black/hand/party?"

The knives who have just come to Yokohama for the first time go back and forth between the Honmaru and the coffee shop every day. They know very little about the city, and naturally they don't know what the biggest force entrenched in the dark side of the city is.

But in the eyes of the group of people in black suits on the opposite side, these employees in the coffee shop obviously don't take their port gangsters/hands/party seriously. Save face, this is the first time someone has been so contemptuous.

The leader in the black suit raised his pistol angrily, aimed at Mutsu Mori's head and pulled the trigger directly.

Originally, he wanted to make an example to this group of ignorant guys, but he didn't know that the man on the opposite side not only dodged his gun, but also took out an old style fire gun from his arms with his backhand, and turned against it his head.

"A piece of advice, don't move around casually. After all, the one in my hand is an old guy. I can't guarantee that it will go off suddenly."

If this image of Mutsu Mamoru is seen by the group of men who love "Wild Boy Fan", it will definitely trigger a series of screams, but it seems that the black suits present are a group of heterosexuals, and Not as good as the wild boy, seeing their companions being pressed against their heads with a gun, they could only panic, but didn't move.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene became stalemate for a while, the knives glanced at each other, and finally Ishikimaru stood up slowly and just wanted to say something, but before he could speak, there was a sudden burst of shock from behind everyone. The toothache "squeak" sound, it turned out that the bullet shot by the black suit just now hit the crystal chandelier in the coffee shop. At this moment, the huge shining crystal chandelier has a tendency to fall down .

"what……"

The Lion King's face suddenly showed a look of something bad.

"I remember this chandelier seems to be very expensive..."

As if in response to his words, the crystal chandelier hanging on the roof swayed a few times in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground vertically in a free fall.

After a burst of "cracking" like the noise of setting off firecrackers during the New Year, only a pool of scattered remains of crystal chandeliers lay quietly on the ground. Color, no matter which angle it is, is showing its once expensive value.

"It seems that there should be no need for Mutsu Shoukun to wake the Lord up."

Ishikimaru's voice slowly resounded in the silent coffee shop.

"It seems so right..."

The wild boy just turned off his fire all of a sudden, resentfully took back his old buddy who might go off at any time, and silently retreated to the side.

"correct……"

As if he remembered something, he turned his head and looked at the group of black suits opposite him, "Do you have any money with you?"

The men in black suits looked at each other, not understanding what he meant by this sentence, and they didn't understand why the man who was so arrogant just now suddenly turned off his fire.

……

After a while, Mutsu Mamoru weighed in on the wallets and some valuable accessories he had found from the black suits, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a satisfied arc.

"It seems that these guys are quite rich."

"My lord, what should I do, should I call the police to clean up as before?"

The Lion King pointed to the black suits lying in a row on the ground, and looked at Fujikawa who had just finished talking on the phone.

Fujikawa shook his head and stuffed the phone back into his sleeve.

"Just now Lin also told me the contact information of a human trafficker here."

He turned his head and looked at the remains of the shattered crystal chandelier on the ground, a penetrating coolness flashed in those dark pupils.

"Pack them up and sell them."

"Eh?"

The knives were all stunned. They seemed to have heard something terrible from their lord just now.

"Well, master...sold means..."

The two tufts of hair on the top of Xiaohuwan's head trembled, and he suspected that he might have heard wrong just now.

"Literally, sell them for money."

Fujikawa Toki replied calmly.

"Hey... but the seller is not..."

Is it against the law...

Xiaohuwan struggled with the latter sentence for a long time but was unable to say it.

"Ah."

Fujikawa nodded, "It is indeed against the law to sell someone."

"That……"

"But they are not human beings, they can only be regarded as the dregs of society."

"Forehead……"

Fujikawa raised his eyes and looked at the knife spirits opposite, "Besides, you are not human, and human laws are not binding on you."

Knife masters: "..."

Although they are indeed not human, why does this sentence sound so strange, and there is an inexplicable feeling of aggrieved...

"My lord, you..."

When the Lion King looked at Fujikawa pointedly, they were not human, but you are, my lord...

"I am human."

Fujikawa Toki's voice reverberated under the cover of the mask.

"But I'm not a nice person."

……