They all think I'm a boss

When Mr. Zhong Yuan woke up again, it was already the climax of the moon, the door of the room was wide open, and the bright moonlight sneaked into the room, occupying a small half of the space.

There was a person sitting at the door, and the moonlight shone on him, illuminating half of his body, while the other half was hidden in the darkness together with the shadow on the ground.

"woke up."

The man turned his head, revealing a white fox face, with a few red patterns outlined on the pale mask. In the quiet and deep night, there was an indescribably strange feeling.

Nakahara was also clutching his neck, the familiar soreness on his neck reminded him of the first time he drank in the Honmaru Cafe, after being picked up by the boss, the back of his neck was also sore when he woke up.

Sure enough, it was also this guy who did it that time.

It's just that this time he was clearly confronting this person in a sober state, why did he succeed...

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either, but just looked at the man opposite with a calm face.

The previous few times his attention had been drawn away by those jars of wine, but this time there was no external obstruction, he put all his attention on this guy.

Except for the occasional visit to the shrine on the first day of the new year, Mr. Nakahara seldom goes to places like shrines, temples and churches, but he can also recognize that the person on the opposite side is wearing clothes that should be worn by the priests of the shrine.

Mr. Zhongyuan found that this person seemed to only have this set of clothes. No matter when he saw him, he always wore this red and white priest's uniform.

Of course, Mr. Zhongyuan, who has a row of suit jackets of the same style hanging in the closet, is not qualified to complain about others.

The whole body of this person is tightly wrapped, and even his face is covered with a fox mask. I don't know if it is because he has wrapped himself up like a silkworm chrysalis all year round. This person's skin is very white, and the neckline The little piece of skin that was exposed there and his hands were almost transparent white.

This person was very thin, it could even be said that he was a bit thin, and the large robe made his figure look even thinner. It was really hard to imagine that this person who had nothing to do with being "strong" could escape his gravity.

He suddenly became curious about this man's appearance.

……

"Just sign this when you wake up."

Fujikawa Toki seemed completely unaware of his scrutiny, and took out a piece of paper folded in four from his sleeve, unfolded it and handed it to the orange-haired youth behind him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated to take the piece of paper from his hand. On the crumpled paper, the three words "Deed of Sale" with a bold black mark at the beginning were particularly conspicuous.

In the next second, the thin A4 paper was shredded into confetti in the hands of Mr. Zhongyuan.

"Have fun making fun of the port mafia?"

The young man's voice was low, and a dangerous storm seemed to be brewing in his blue eyes.

Toki Fujikawa unhurriedly took out another piece of paper from his sleeve, spread it out and handed it to him again.

"What is it this time?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look impatiently, the rows of densely packed numbers on it gave him a headache.

"bill."

Fujikawa stared at the bill in his hand, "The damage you caused to Honmaru, and the amount that needs to be compensated are all on it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also directly drew his attention to the last line, and the long string of numbers made him frown.

"5000 million?!"

Even Mr. Zhongyuan, who is as rich and powerful as Mr. Zhongyuan, couldn't help being surprised by this huge amount.

"5000 million is enough to buy your entire house!"

Fujikawa bowed his head in thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Not enough."

It is indeed enough to buy this piece of land, but it is definitely not enough to buy this Honmaru. After the government of Time is gone, this Honmaru is the only remaining Honmaru in this world.

This alone is more than 5000 million.

"Then what's the situation with the escort fee of 1000 million?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the bill in his hand, pointing to the last escort fee, "Why don't I know when I was escorted."

"From the moment you passed out."

Fujikawa took out his mobile phone from his sleeve, pressed the power button, and the screen of the mobile phone lit up. The wallpaper of Fujikawa Shi's mobile phone was a naive British short silver gradient, and the pointed cat ears showed the current time is "03:23".

"I have been here all the time."

"Aren't you just sitting there? Can this be considered an escort?! Besides, I'm fine, I don't need any escort at all!"

Mr. Nakahara retorted dissatisfiedly.

Fujikawa didn't speak, but looked him up and down again, and after a long while, said quietly.

"That's not a problem."

If Mr. Zhongyuan feels that he does not need to be accompanied in his current state, he can also turn him into a state that needs to be accompanied.

Inexplicably, Mr. Zhongyuan felt a chill behind him. The sense of crisis he had cultivated over the years allowed him to temporarily bypass this topic and change to another question.

"Why are you here? Where are your men?"

Although he didn't have much contact with that group of people, Mr. Zhongyuan can be sure that those guys are definitely a group of out-and-out master controllers. How could the group of people who are so loyal to the leader let him, who is of unknown origin, let him go? "Wild men" share a room with their boss alone and widowed?

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhongyuan suddenly remembered what the person opposite him said earlier, which made him subconsciously take a few steps back.

Speaking of which, this guy seems to be greedy for his body...

Mr. Zhongyuan immediately lowered his head and took a good look at himself. Very good, his clothes are still on his body, and there are no suspicious marks on his body.

Mr. Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression softened a little.

subordinates?

Fujikawa was puzzled for a moment before realizing that he was referring to the group of knife spirits in Honmaru.

"They are not my men."

Toki Fujikawa corrected his statement, and then added a sentence, "They can't beat you, and it's useless to stay here."

"Then why are you here?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him.

"You can't beat me."

Fujikawa Toki replied very sincerely.

Hey!

Mr. Zhongyuan burst out a foul language in his heart.

But he has to admit that this guy is telling the truth. He really can't beat this guy. Maybe he can try it with "Dirty", but he doesn't have any deep hatred with this guy. It's a shame to open "Dirty" for a little money. Not worth it.

"I will pay you back the money, but before that, you have to tell me, what is your purpose in coming to Yokohama?"

The intelligence organization of the Port Mafia has conducted investigations on those people in the Honmaru Cafe, but the results of the investigation are almost nothing. Names, ages, backgrounds, and the most basic information are all blank. These people seem to appear out of thin air Same in Yokohama.

No, to be precise, it appeared in this world out of thin air.

How could such a powerful organization with a mysterious origin and unknown purpose not cause panic among the underground forces entrenched in Yokohama.

"You've already asked me this question, and the answer is the same if you ask me again."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

"In order to make money."

……