They all think I'm a boss

After Zhongyuan returned, he changed into clean clothes and waited until dawn before arriving at the Hong Kong Black Headquarters building.

Both Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo sat at the conference table, waiting for the young cadre's report.

"Boss, Big Sister Hongye..."

"I don't think A's death has anything to do with Honmaru Cafe."

In fact, he didn't have any definite evidence to prove that the coffee shop was innocent, but he had an intuition that this time A's death really had nothing to do with that coffee shop.

No matter how miraculous the Honmaru Cafe is spread by the outside world, Zhongyuan Zhong also sees that there are indeed many powerful players hidden in that cafe, but these people are not very dangerous.

It looks like a ferocious beast in a cage. It looks scary from the outside, but as long as you don't lean your body into the cage where the wild beast is held, and don't touch their bottom line, these people don't pose any threat.

And the bottom line of that group of people should be Fujikawa Toki, whom they called "the lord".

When it comes to Fujikawa, Nakahara really can't see through this person. On the surface, it looks harmless to humans and animals, and there is no danger at all, but his strength is unfathomable...

"Ah, Mr. Zhongye, you must not have been bribed by those people to speak well for them."

Hongye unscrewed her small folding fan and said with a light smile.

"I heard that you drank too much in that coffee shop last time, and Ogai-sama brought you back in the end."

The two have always been on good terms, Hongye's words were more of a joke than an accusation.

Mr. Zhongyuan also knew that what she said was not malicious, but when she heard her say that, he still turned his head a little uncomfortably.

"I see."

Mori Ogai, who was sitting on the main seat, replied in a deep voice.

"Since this is your judgment, Mr. Zhongye, then I have nothing to doubt."

"It's just Mr. Zhongye, do you think that coffee shop will pose a threat to our port gang/hand/party in the future?"

The leader of Hong Kong and Hei folded his hands together, and a penetrating coolness flashed in his dark red eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly when the wall clock on the wall of the chief's office passed ten seconds.

……

Since Nakahara Chuya went back that day, no one from the port gang/hand/party has come to make trouble for a while, and other unknown black and evil forces have also subsided a lot. No one came to make trouble, and Fujikawa Toki's side job also It can only come to an end.

However, in contrast, the business of the Honmaru Cafe is booming, and the turnover is also increasing day by day. There are even several TV stations who want to come to interview. I don’t know where these TV stations got the news about this Honmaru Coffee. The boss of the hall was someone else, so they all asked to interview the big man behind the scenes.

This kind of thoughtless and unreasonable request was naturally rejected by the knives.

They don't want outsiders to know the existence of their lord at all, let alone appear on public media such as TV stations.

Fujikawa Toki himself had no interest in being on TV, so he let the knives refuse for him.

……

There is a newly opened shopping mall not far from the Honmaru Cafe. It may be to attract customers. This shopping mall has been doing discount promotions recently. When Fujikawa passed by the entrance of the shopping mall, a leaflet was stuffed on it. It says that the brand pot is buy one get three free today.

Fujikawa stared at the "buy one get three free" on the flyer marked in black and bold and marked with double quotation marks for a while, and after a while, he turned and walked into the gate of the mall.

Let's go!

However, it is obvious that Fujikawa Toki is not the only one who came here for "buy one get three free". Like this kind of discount promotion, those old men and women who have reached the retirement age have always been the main force in the front line. Fujikawa looked at The dense row of people in front was surging, and a hint of retreat suddenly appeared in my heart.

Thinking about it, whether it is Honmaru or the coffee shop, there seems to be no shortage of pots, and it is useless for him to buy pots to go back...

But buy one get three...

A few seconds later, Fujikawa Toki squeezed to the front, and in the midst of a group of old men and women scrambling like tigers, he calmly reached out and grabbed the pot closest to him.

Just as he was about to take the pot and leave, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, pinching the other side of the pot almost at the same time as him. Fujikawa raised his head and saw a foreign man with blond hair and golden eyes, who was also looking at him at the moment. looking at him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

The foreign man on the opposite side spoke fluent Japanese. He let go of his hand and smiled at Fujikawa, and then took a pot next to him again. Fujikawa noticed that the man was holding several discount cards similar to this one. Flyer for promotion.

The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was wearing a gold watch on his right wrist. Even though Fujikawa Toki had never done much research on such things, he could tell that the watch was of great value.

Why would someone who can afford such a luxury come to a place like this to grab the pot?

A rich man's pastime?Or is this kind of pot popular in foreign countries recently?

Fujikawa looked down at the pot in his hand, and there was a row of "madeinchina" printed on the bottom of the pot, which was too small to be noticed.

When Fujikawa came out after paying the bill, another leaflet was stuffed at the door, this time it was a leaflet for dishes, and the words "buy two get ten free" on the leaflet deeply hurt his eyes.

Just when Fujikawa was hesitating whether to enter the mall again, an exclamation suddenly came from beside him.

"Unbelievable! Buy [-] get [-] free of bowls and dishes here!"

This voice was really recognizable. When Fujikawa turned his head, he saw the blond-haired and golden-eyed foreign man standing at the entrance of the mall.

He was holding several pots in both hands, and he was looking at the flyer in his hand with a look of annoyance.

"Damn it! I'm out of hand, and I have to go to another shopping mall to buy a discounted foot bath later..."

Fujikawa Toki watched him complaining to himself for a while, and the desire to shop that had sprung up in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Just when Fujikawa was about to go back with his spoils of the day, the foreign youth from before suddenly stopped him.

"Ah, that little brother over there..."

Fujikawa Toki ignored him and walked straight forward.

"Eh? Wait a minute."

The man chased after him in a hurry, and the dozen or so pots in his hand banged together and made an eye-catching noise. Fujikawa stopped and looked back at him.

"You are the boy who grabbed the pot there just now, right?"

The blond-haired and golden-eyed foreign man was handsome and well-dressed. Even the hair on the top of his head was neatly arranged with hairspray. In this case, the pots in his hands seemed even more abrupt.

Hearing the word "boy", Fujikawa raised his eyebrows.

"Could you please keep these pots for me? I want to go in and buy some more bowls and plates."

The man pointed to the leaflet in his hand, and then began to talk to himself, "Ah, the things here are so cheap, it's unbelievable to buy too much by accident, how do these people work in this marketing mode?" Those who make money...ah, wait, don't go..."

The foreign man with blond hair and golden eyes watched the strangely dressed black-haired boy leave without looking back, a hint of helplessness appeared on his handsome face.

"He's really an indifferent young man."

"Lord Francis!"

In the distance, a spectacled girl wearing a long cloak ran towards her, holding several heavy books in her arms. When she saw the pile of pots in the man's hand, the girl let out a broken voice. wailing.

"My lord Francis! You're spending money on these things indiscriminately again!"

"Oh, Louisa, you're here just in time, help me get these pots, I'm going to buy those buy two get ten free bowls and plates."

Francis stuffed the pots in his hand into the girl's arms, and Louisa, who was exhausted from the heavy books in her hands, was almost crushed to the ground by the pile of flying pots.

"Please stop in moderation, Mr. Francis. The things you bought are almost filling up the office. If this continues, we may have to sell pots and pans in this Yokohama in the future."

The girl who has always been timid and introverted was really angry this time, and she was very dissatisfied and accused her boss of irrational shopping behavior.

"Okay, ok, I just don't buy it."

Facing the accusation from his chief of staff, Francis consciously raised his hands and surrendered. He looked at the angry girl on the opposite side, restrained his previous sloppiness, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you coming here suddenly? "

The girl's accusations stopped abruptly. She observed the surrounding situation, then raised her hand to push the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and nodded slightly.

"Found the whereabouts of Pastor Hawthorne."

……

In Yokohama, people with supernatural powers have been attacked frequently recently. Most of the places where they were attacked were narrow and remote dark alleys. The real identity of the prisoner is still unknown, only a man wearing a black cloak and a white mask.

In order to save their own lives, the people with supernatural powers in Yokohama deliberately avoided those remote and uninhabited places during this period of time, and chose to operate in crowded places.

Of course, Fujikawa, who had not been in Yokohama for a long time, definitely didn't know these things.

There is a short cut back to the Honmaru coffee shop, which needs to go through an unmanned alleyway. Fujikawa usually returns to the coffee shop from here, and now he doesn’t want too many people to see him holding several pots in his hand , so this time he chose to go back through this remote alley.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and there were a few dark red stains on the ground at the alley entrance. If there was no accident, these should be blood stains. Fujikawa Toki didn't seem to see these blood stains. He carried his pot and went straight forward Walk.

And just when he passed by the pool of bloodstains, a sudden change occurred, these bloodstains seemed to suddenly come to life, turned into several sharp arrows and quickly hit the back of Fujikawa Shi's head.

At the same time, a black figure suddenly flashed in front of him, with a sharp black sickle pointed at Fujikawa Toki's throat.

Being pinched back and forth at the same time, Fujikawa unhurriedly raised the buy-one-get-three pot in his hand, blocked the blood arrow behind him with his left hand, and smashed the sickle that was approaching his neck with his right hand, and then quickly knocked on him before the opponent fled. on the head.

There was a bang sound in the quiet and deep alleyway, and the man in the black cloak fell to the ground in response, the white mask slipped from his face, revealing a deep face.

Fujikawa took out his mobile phone from his sleeve, dialed a number, and after a few seconds, the other end of the phone was connected.

"Well, it's me."

"Yes, it's still a coffee shop deal."

"and many more……"

When the other person was about to hang up the phone, Fujikawa Toki seemed to have thought of something, and looked down at the gray-haired man lying unconscious on the ground. The other's deep facial features, which were different from those of East Asians, seemed somewhat blurred in the dark alley.

"Can foreigners add money?"

……