They all think I'm a boss

A major incident happened recently in Yokohama.

A, one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, died, and the cadres under him, together with his secret base, were completely burned down by a fire.

The suspects pointed to the Honmaru Café, which had conflicts with A recently. Just when everyone thought that there would be a battle between the gangsters/hands/party and the Honmaru Cafe, there was no movement from the gangsters, as if they were dead. Not one of the five major cadres, but an insignificant low-level personnel.

"Well, although I hate that guy a, he is a cadre anyway, and if a cadre is killed, should we just let it go?"

The red-haired woman in a gorgeous kimono stood at the door of the chief's office, looking at the Hong Kong black boss sitting at the desk.

"Of course not."

Mori Ogai rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and the expression on his face was as easy as ever.

"But Mr. Hongye, do you really think that the people from that coffee shop killed A?"

"Oh? Could it be that you think someone else killed A?"

Hongye raised her eyebrows, "But as far as I know, that man is very cunning and never confronts people head-on, but this time the people in that coffee shop sold all his subordinates out Ren Yiyi The market made him lose face, and with his temperament of being jealous, it is impossible not to go back without revenge, and maybe the other party didn't want to sit still, so they killed him directly."

"Well, I have already arranged for Mr. Zhongye to investigate this matter."

Mori Ogai spoke slowly. .

"What is the truth of the matter, he should be able to know when he comes back."

……

This is the second time Nakahara Chuya has come to this coffee shop. The door of the coffee shop should have just been installed not long ago. There is no stain on the transparent tempered glass, and it is still brand new and transparent.

As soon as Zhongyuan Zhongye opened the door, he smelled the scent of wine. Unlike the last time, the scent of the wine was softer, and seemed to be mixed with a little floral scent.

"Ah, Mr. Zhongyuan, long time no see."

Jiro saw the figure at the door, put the wine jar in his hand on the bar, and greeted him.

"What a coincidence that you came here."

Jiro smiled and pointed to the small and simple wine jar at hand, "We are preparing for a drinking meeting."

The wine jar this time is similar to the last one, only slightly different in the plastic packaging.

Hearing the words "Jiuhuahui", Zhongyuan Zhong also moved his eyes slightly, but he still hasn't forgotten the business of his visit this time.

He shook his head, "Let's drink the wine next time, I'm here to find your leader this time."

These words seemed to have touched an invisible mechanism. The few young people who were sitting around the bar, talking and laughing suddenly stopped talking and looked coldly at the orange-haired young man at the door.

The smile on the corner of Jiro's mouth faded a lot, "May I ask, what do you want from our lord?"

The innate fighting instinct made this young Hong Kong black cadre smell the smell of gunpowder that is about to explode in the air.

Zhong Yuan also raised his hand to take off the black top hat on top of his head, a trace of invisible regret flashed in his blue eyes.

"It's a pity, I thought I could have a few more drinks here..."

"That's the way it should be."

The Japanese guy smiled, and stood up directly from the stool. He got an old black long gun from somewhere, and pointed the sharp tip at the orange-haired youth opposite him.

"and many more……"

Tonbokiri standing next to him suddenly stood up and tugged on the sleeve of the Japanese model, "You are planning to fight here, right? What if you accidentally damage something in the shop? How are you going to explain to the master? "

"Forehead……"

The tall and tall Fu Sangshen was dumbfounded by his companion's three consecutive soul questioning. His originally high arrogance suddenly became shorter. He touched his nose and looked at the orange-haired youth who had already put on a fighting stance. He lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "How about we go out and fight again?"

"what?"

The young Hong Kong black cadres who were about to make a scene suddenly froze. Did these guys think that he came to accompany them for physical training today?Can the venue be chosen freely?

Before Mr. Zhongyuan could respond, there was a crisp "dingling" sound at the door, and then a white figure pushed open the door of the coffee shop and walked in.

Seeing the white fox mask on the face of the visitor, Zhongyuan Zhong also froze his eyes. This is the person he was looking for.

"Lord."

Yu Techu got up and walked quickly to the door, and took all kinds of bags, big and small, from the hands of the visitors.

"My lord, what did you buy?"

Jiro looked curiously at the bags in his lord's hand.

"A new candy store opened nearby. When I passed by, the clerk there stopped me and said that as long as I took a photo and posted it online, I would be given a piece of candy."

Fujikawa said lightly.

Originally, he didn't plan to pay attention to the clerk, but the clerk was too obsessive, and Honmaru's knives happened to like sweets, Fujikawa Toki took a few seconds to take a photo.

"But this doesn't look like a copy anyway."

Both of Mitechu's hands were filled with bags, and each bag was full of weight.

"After that, the clerk asked me to take off the mask and take a picture with their candies."

Fujikawa Toki's voice still had no ups and downs.

"Then he gave it all to me."

Several Fu Sangshen present: "..."

Ok, they already know why...

Fujikawa turned his gaze to the uninvited guest aside, and when he saw the other's signature orange-red curly hair and the black choker around his neck, he remembered that he seemed to have seen this person before.

"You were the..."

A legal underage who went insane after being drunk and was hammered unconscious by him.

The name seems to be...

"Zhongya Zhongyuan, I am a cadre of the port gang/hand/party."

The young man looked at the real boss of the Honmaru Cafe standing opposite him, his handsome face was full of seriousness.

"I'm here this time because I have a few things I want to ask the real owner of this Honmaru Cafe."

"The real boss?"

Toki Fujikawa repeated the words that followed him, "Candlestick Kiri and Hasebe are not here today, but he will be on duty tomorrow, so come back tomorrow."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

Could it be that he found the wrong person?But he clearly heard the people in this coffee shop call the strangely dressed guy opposite him as "Master".

"My lord, I think he should be looking for you..."

Jiro on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered in his ear when he went directly to Fujikawa.

"But didn't he say he was looking for the real owner of Honmaru Cafe?"

Toki Fujikawa always thought that he was just a nominal boss, and that Candlestick Kiri and Hasebe were actually in charge of the cafe, so when he heard Chuya Nakahara's words, he thought that the other party was here to find those two people.

"He came to look for our leader, and you are the only leader."

Jiro explained with some dumbfounding.

"Oh."

Fujikawa replied lightly, and then he turned his gaze to the legal minor again.

"You just said that you are a cadre of the port gang/hand/party, so those people who came to trouble our coffee shop before are with you?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also bowed his head and pondered for a moment. Although he said that the troublemakers were all subordinates of A, they were indeed members of the port gang/hand/party. He didn't excuse himself, and he nodded and admitted.

"Yes, that's right, they all belong to our port gang/hand/party."

Fujikawa didn't speak, his eyes hidden under the fox's face looked at the orange-haired young man across from the beginning to the end, and he spoke quietly after a while.

"You are very cute, even cuter than the previous group of people."

Should fetch a very good price.

A certain Hong Kong black gravitational agent who was labeled "cute" by the opposite person again after "underage": "Huh?!"

……