They all think I'm a boss

"Huh? Auction?"

When Zhongyuan Zhong also heard these two words, he immediately turned his head and stared fiercely at Fujikawa, "Are you kidding me, why should I give you money again!"

No, why did he say "again"...

Fujikawa blinked, "You can choose not to participate."

For Fujikawa Toki, it doesn't matter who gives the money, as long as the money is in hand.

"So why did you decide where these people belong in the end?"

At this time, Mr. Nakahara finally discovered a brilliant point. There are so many people here, why let Fujikawa decide who is qualified to take away these foreign criminal forces.

Their gangsters/hands/party have always talked with their fists and guns in their hands. When is it their turn to teach them how to do things.

But think about it, he doesn't seem to be able to beat this guy opposite...

"Because these people kidnapped our children and caused indelible damage to their fragile hearts."

Fujikawa pointed at the short-sword wakizashi behind him and a certain old lady who entered in disorder, "maybe there will be a shadow of childhood left behind, and they must be made to compensate these children for their mental damage."

As if to confirm what Fujikawa said about the kidnapping that caused them an indelible childhood shadow, the little knives who were playing and playing a second ago changed their faces instantly, and all lowered their heads tremblingly and sobbed softly.

"Don't move, you come with me too."

Luan didn't say anything else, but pressed his head that was still up high, forcing him to join the "fake crying army".

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Don't think that I don't know that they are pretending, this is what kind of psychological shadow, these teenagers looked at him just now, as if they were going to give him to a shark, why are they pretending to be pitiful to him at this time.

Mr. Nakahara is not fooled, but it does not mean that he is not fooled. A simple butei member, Atsushi Nakajima, suddenly turns red when he sees the "pitiful" crying appearance of the teenagers.

"It's so pitiful that they have encountered such a thing at such a young age..."

As a poor person who also has an unknown psychological shadow, and is still often entangled by that lingering "psychological shadow", the simple and soft-hearted Atsushi Nakajima will inevitably feel sad when he sees these teenagers. There was empathy.

Kunikida couldn't help but glanced back at him.

This guy is too easy to be deceived...

"Ah, I remembered..."

Dazai slapped his head suddenly, startling Kunikida beside him, before Kunikida could ask him what he remembered, he saw him walking beside Fujikawa Toki, staring at him for a long time .

"You were the one who asked me for mental damages that day!"

Mental damage fee?

Fujikawa stared at the black-haired young man in a beige trench coat with white bandages around his hands and neck, and suddenly fell silent.

"Eh? Don't say you forgot me?"

Dazai's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he suddenly put on a pitiful look and looked at him sadly, "Do you know that what you took away was my only little savings that day, and the next one I survived the week by drinking plain water, and almost starved to death. Of course, it would be the best thing if I could starve to death, but I didn’t die, and I lost eight catties. Look at me How thin is it now, even the muscles are gone.”

Dazai raised his arm and showed it to Fujikawa Toki on the opposite side, trying to tell the person in front of him the ordeal he had suffered in those days.

"Uh, but Mr. Dazai, you don't seem to have any muscles in your arms before. Besides, you always pay on credit when you eat at the whirlpool cafe, and I have never seen you pay..."

The good boy Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help making complaints in a low voice.

As for Dazai's accusation of blood and tears, Fujikawa Toki was still at a loss, until the candlestick beside him couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to remind him.

"Master, when you were in the hospital that day, someone fell from upstairs and hit you..."

what……

After being reminded by Candlestick, Fujikawa remembered that he had been hit by someone not long after he came to Yokohama, but at that time the other person was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, but now this person Wearing a fairly neat formal attire.

Toki Fujikawa can't remember that person's face clearly, the only thing I remember is the blue and white striped hospital gown and...

"You are poor."

He remembered that this person had been digging around for a long time and only found a few crumpled [-]-yen bills and a few coins, and he left those coins to this person in the end.

Zhong Yuan, who was eating melons, said, "..."

Why does this sentence sound so familiar...

"That's right, Mr. Dazai is indeed very poor..."

Atsushi Nakajima nodded in agreement.

Even the chazuke meal when they first met was paid for by Mr. Kunikida.

"So in the end I have to trouble you to pay."

Fujikawa turned his head and looked at the traffickers who picked up the sack on the ground and were about to escape.

One party is unwilling to participate, one party has no money, and the buyer who can pay in the end is the buyer he originally set.

Baptized by the eyes of everyone present, several traffickers cursed their mothers silently in their hearts.

Is it too late to quit now?

The answer is no.

They really couldn't afford to offend the port gang/hand/party and the armed detective agency, but that didn't mean they couldn't afford to offend the boss in front of them.

Human traffickers caught in a dilemma want to cry but have no tears. At this moment, they should or should not, should not or should not, no matter how they answer, they will offend people.

I don't know if he sensed the embarrassment of the traffickers, but Dazai at the side suddenly raised his hand very understandingly, and said, "We will pay for it!"

This sentence successfully directed everyone's attention to him, not only the outsiders, but even the insiders of the Armed Detective Agency looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Mr. Dazai, do you have the money to buy it?"

The one who was most shocked by this was Atsushi Nakajima, who was often used by Dazai for various reasons.

"no!"

Dazai simply shook his head in denial.

"But Kunikida-kun has it!"

Dazai pointed at his current partner, and said firmly, "Kunikida-kun can pay for it!"

"Hey, Dazai, don't talk nonsense, how can I have money to buy it?"

Kunikida immediately vetoed it.

What a joke, even if he lost the wife he had saved over the years, it would not be enough to buy these people.

"Don't worry, Kunikida-kun, you can definitely afford it."

After Dazai said this, he directly pulled Kunikida and pushed him in front of several human traffickers who were about to petrify.

"Hey, Mr. human traffickers, please look this way~"

Dazai patted Kunikida on the shoulder, "This is the next president of our Armed Detective Agency, he is equivalent to a boss-level figure, he must be worth more than those few foreign miscellaneous fish of unknown origin, right~ How about it? Don't think about..."

Before Dazai could finish his words, Kunikida, who couldn't bear it any longer, made a move towards him, but of course he dodged it flexibly.

"What are you doing, Kunikida-kun?"

Dazai looked innocently at the distraught young man in front of him.

"I still want to ask what are you doing?!"

Kunikida's glasses were crooked in anger, "Are you bastard planning to sell me to traffickers?!"

"correct."

Dazai nodded in acknowledgment.

"Kunikida-kun, you are very valuable as the next president of the Armed Detective Agency. After selling you, not only can you buy all these foreigners, but the rest of the money is enough for me to eat in the coffee shop downstairs. A month’s worth of food~ It’s a good deal, isn’t it~”

"It's worth your weight!"

Kunikida Doppo gave this unreliable man a hard look, then walked up to Fujikawa Toki, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and regained his original calm and composed appearance.

"These people are criminal forces who smuggled in from overseas, and should be handed over to the supervision of the Supernatural Secret Service Division according to law."

"Oh."

Fujikawa blinked, and looked at the light-grass-haired young man wearing glasses opposite him, "Then ask the Supernatural Secret Service to pay for it."

Kunikida: "???"

excuse me?Is my Mandarin not up to standard?Brother dei, did you understand what I said?

"Pfft..."

Suddenly there was a burst of suffocated laughter, Kunikida turned his head and saw his current partner holding his stomach and laughing together.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it..."

Dazai squatted on the ground clutching his stomach and nearly rolled over laughing.

Kunikida glared at this unreliable guy again, then turned around and looked at the black-haired young man opposite him seriously, and explained again.

"I don't think you may know that the Supernatural Secret Service is a government agency."

In other words, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has the right to arrest these overseas criminal forces.

Government agencies?

Fujikawa looked indifferent.

"Even government agencies can't go whoring for nothing."

Kunikida: "..."

Dazai next to him completely laughed out loud this time.