They all think I'm a boss

Everyone in Hong Kong knows that Zhong Yuan, one of the five major cadres, drinks, races, dyes his hair and perms his hair, but he is essentially a kind-hearted and polite young man with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. Grandparents and grandparents will also take the initiative to help them cross the road. The employees of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang have always felt that the government/government should award their Mr. Zhongyuan a pennant of "moving the top ten young people in Yokohama".

"Courteousness", "loyalty", "righteousness", these are the labels recognized by Hong Kong and black employees in line with Mr. Zhongyuan. Although there is no shortage of compliments, they also feel that Mr. Zhongyuan can afford these praises from the bottom of their hearts.

As for labels such as "underage" and "cute", although they are real, they are undoubtedly playing on Mr. Zhongyuan's minefield, they dare not even think about it.

So this should be the first time that Zhongyuan has been described as "cute" in person since he lived in Zhongyuan for so long, including the days when he was still a ball.

Originally, "cute" should be a commendatory word, but it is undoubtedly a bit subtle when it is applied to the 22-year-old Mr. Zhongyuan.

Before Mr. Zhongyuan became a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, he was ridiculed by the enemy and some pretentious internal employees because of his height. Of course, those people were all crushed to scum by gravity without exception.

Mr. Zhongyuan himself doesn't really care about his height. After all, with his supernatural ability, he can fly into the sky whenever he wants, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He simply hates the ugly faces of those guys.

But this time, Mr. Zhongyuan hesitated, he didn't feel any malicious ridicule from the person opposite, the other's "cute" seemed to be a compliment from the heart.

Wait, shouldn't he be even angrier in this situation?

But Mr. Zhongyuan unexpectedly found that he was not angry at the moment, but felt a little baffled.

He looked at the man standing opposite him, just like the first time he met, he couldn't feel any murderous or intimidating force from this man, as if he was looking at the calm Yokohama Bay on a sunny day.

So do you want to fight?

Fujikawa looked at the orange-haired young man on the opposite side who was hesitant to speak but stopped talking and wanted to speak. He waited for a long time but did not wait for him to make a move. He originally thought that this legal minor who claimed to be a cadre was here just like the previous people. I came to find fault, but it doesn't seem to be like that now.

Fujikawa Toki yawned, he was a little sleepy, if the other party didn't plan to do something, then he would go to the warehouse to catch up on sleep.

"My lord, are you sleepy?"

Taro next to him asked aloud.

"Can you go back to Honmaru?"

"Need not."

Fujikawa waved his hand, he noticed that the wine cups on the bar were full, and reckoned that the wine talk of these knives had just begun.

"Go ahead, I'll go to the warehouse to catch up on sleep."

Hasebe deliberately separated the warehouse of the coffee shop into a room, and the interior decoration was exactly the same as Fujikawa Toki's room in Honmaru.

Anyway, I just sleep everywhere, and I don’t have to go back to the pill.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Fujikawa was about to leave here, Mr. Nakahara, who was still struggling, immediately called out to stop him.

When Fujikawa turned his head, there was a hint of impatience in his tone, "What else is there?"

If it weren't for the fact that this man named Nakahara Chuya had a minor face, and he didn't feel any malice from this legal minor, Fujikawa Toki would have knocked him out and sold him long ago.But if this guy continues to pester him like this and affect his sleep, he doesn't mind adding an extra performance to the coffee shop.

Inexplicably, Mr. Zhongyuan felt a chill behind his back. He coughed lightly, with a solemn expression on his face. This time, he didn't go around any further, and asked straight to the point the purpose of his trip, "Did you kill A?"

In fact, Mr. Zhongyuan doesn't care about A's life or death, but this matter involves the face of the port gang/hand/party. As a cadre of the port gang/hand/party, he must thoroughly investigate this matter.

He had a vague feeling that A's death should have nothing to do with this coffee shop, and he couldn't explain why he felt this way.

Maybe it was because the man on the opposite side made him feel too harmless, or maybe the jar of unknown wine on the bar was too fragrant? 【Cross this out】

"Who is a?"

Hearing Nakahara Chuya's question, Fujikawa was at a loss for a while, "When did he die?"

"Just a few days ago, his subordinates were also killed together."

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered him patiently.

"Then it has nothing to do with me."

Fujikawa yawned again, his usually indifferent voice was stained with a bit of sleepiness, "I'm not killing people anymore."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door of the warehouse and walked in, completely refusing to give the people behind him a chance to continue asking questions.

"Hey!"

This kind of endless answer naturally did not satisfy the young Hong Kong gangster cadre, Zhong Yuan Zhong also just wanted to catch up, when three tall human walls appeared in front of him.

Dragonfly Kiri, Nippon, Mitechu, and three Fusangshin over 1.9 meters tall stand together, giving people a subtle sense of oppression.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, our lord is going to rest, please don't disturb him."

Dragonfly looked at the orange-haired youth on the opposite side, his tone was modest and decent, but the words he said carried the meaning of not being able to refuse.

"What if I have to interrupt?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also said in a deep voice.

"Then we can only use this to judge the level."

Japan carried his long gun on its back, raised its head and said lazily.

"Ah, but if you can, it's better to go outside to fight, otherwise it will be bad if you wake up the lord."

As the one with the slenderest figure and softest personality among the three famous qiangs, Mitechu touched the back of his head with some trouble, and suggested softly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and glanced outside at the setting sun that had not completely set in the west.

Sleep at this time?What about cheating?

"Okay, stop, stop, let's talk about fighting and killing with good wine, why can't we sit down and have a good talk? You must use knives and guns, so you men are really ruder than each other."

Jiro took out a vermilion wine cup, filled it with wine, and then knocked on the half-empty wine jar in the hand of the orange-haired young man beside him, "Hey, brother Zhongyuan over there, why don't you sit down and have a drink first?" ?”

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the wine cups overflowing with the aroma of wine on the bar for a long time, a wave of wavering flashed in his blue eyes.

Seeing that he was shaken, Jiro added with a smile, "This time the lotus brew is the same as the last time Yin in the Snow, there is only one jar in the world."

This is the only one, there is no semicolon, some wine, once you miss it, you won’t be there~

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

After a while, Mr. Zhongyuan opened his large suit jacket, sat directly in the seat where he sat last time, and held up the scarlet wine cup in front of him.

As soon as the fine wine enters the throat, the real fragrance is in the heart...

……

The last time Mr. Nakahara drank too much and went drunk, he was knocked unconscious by Fujikawa Toki, but this time, Fujikawa went to the warehouse to catch up on his sleep, and the combination of several knives present couldn't stop this man from going drunk.

"I'll go, what did this guy eat to grow up, so strong?!"

The Japanese rubbed his shoulders, he just tried to pull the person off the table, but the person failed, and his arm was almost taken off by the other party.

"If I knew it earlier, I might as well go out and have a fight."

Japan made a resentful voice, and he looked at Jiro beside him, "Hey, what should we do now? If you hadn't invited him to drink, it wouldn't be what it is now."

"Well, isn't it good now? Don't you think he sings pretty well, although I don't know what he sings."

Jiro smiled and looked at the orange-haired youth standing on the table, taking off his hat and singing an unknown song loudly as a microphone.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. He made such a big commotion, what if he wakes up the Lord later?"

Mitechu almost collapsed.

"Don't worry, Hasebe specially installed soundproofing equipment in the warehouse last time, so the Lord won't be woken up so easily."

Jiro propped his chin with one hand, compared to the anxious looks of the others, he was completely watching the show from the sidelines.

"However, this little brother from the Central Plains is really not that bad at drinking. He got drunk after just one drink twice, and his reaction after getting drunk is really interesting. Last time he was dancing, this time he was singing, what will he do next time~ Ah, I'm looking forward to it~"

"no more chance."

As soon as Jiro finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly appeared in the chaotic coffee shop. Hearing this voice, the faces of several fusangshen present flashed a look of something bad. Jiro, who was watching the play, also immediately fell silent.

Looking at the orange-haired young man who was standing on the table in the coffee shop and singing heartily, Fujikawa silently raised his right hand.

……

"My lord, what should we do now?"

Yutechu pointed at the orange-haired young man lying on the table who had finally calmed down, looked at his lord cautiously, and glanced at the undamaged warehouse from the corner of his eye, a hint of disbelief flashed across his face, their lord unexpectedly did not have this time. Getting angry?

All the knives in Honmaru, except for some young short sword wakizashis and some elderly tachi taitai, almost all have experienced their master's extraordinary wake-up spirit positively, and the danger is no less than accidentally entering the five-flowered gold Father Gun and Sihua Kunwu teamed up for a dance scene, and even a few lives were not enough.

"Do you want to call his colleagues to pick him up like last time?"

Dragonfly asked.

The person who came to pick up Mr. Nakahara last time was a man in a white coat who looked like a doctor. Tobokiri took out his mobile phone from Mr. Nakahara's pocket, and only waited for a response from their lord, he made a call. .

"Need not."

Fujikawa shook his head. He took out his mobile phone from his sleeve and dialed a familiar number. Looking at the orange-haired young man who was lying on the table unconsciously, his cold voice seemed to have a thick layer at the moment. Thick frost.

"Sure enough, let's sell him."

……