They all think I'm a boss

In fact, Mr. Nakahara has always been very curious about the appearance of Fujikawa Toki's mask. He had the opportunity to see the real appearance of this person last time, but unfortunately, due to his damn self-esteem, he finally failed to see it.

Since then, he has become even more curious about this man's appearance. Every time he sees the white fox mask on his face, he feels like a small hook is constantly scratching in his heart, and he can't help but want to reach out and touch it. Take it off.

But often every time he relies on his amazing restraint to restrain this imminent thought, one is because Mr. Zhongyuan is a polite and good mafia, he will not easily touch others without their consent [Except for Rush occasions], the second reason is much simpler, he can't beat this person.

And even if he really took off this man's mask, there is no guarantee that the other party will find a reason to blackmail him. Mr. Zhongyuan is not short of money, but he can't afford to be blackmailed like this. .

Mr. Nakahara never thought that he would see the real face of this person in this situation, so when he saw the mask floating on the water, his first thought was [I probably didn’t get it down. ...], and the second thought is [he will not seek me to lose money again, right? 】

In fact, Mr. Zhongyuan secretly speculated what the face under the mask of Fujikawa would look like in private. Because he was stolen by this person for 5000 million for no reason, Mr. Zhongyuan would always bring a little bit of himself when guessing. subjective emotions.

For example, the face under the mask may be full of pockmarks, and maybe it has a big buck tooth. The eyes must be slender and slender fox eyes. After all, only this kind of appearance can match this guy's cunning and treacherous character.

It wasn't until he turned around that Mr. Zhongyuan realized that he seemed to be a little bit wrong. None of the past speculations were correct. The face in his sight was clean without any blemishes, no pockmarks, no buck teeth, and it was not slender. fox eyes.

Maybe it's because Mr. Nakahara's own aesthetics are somewhat different from the average person's after several years of playing football. This point has been ridiculed many times by that bastard Dazai.

But at this moment, for the first time, Mr. Nakahara felt that that bastard Dazai was right, and there seemed to be something wrong with his aesthetics.

Otherwise, how could he feel that the bastard opposite him who had blackmailed him 5000 million was too good-looking.

……

Fujikawa Toki raised his hand and wiped the water droplets on his face. Although the suit he was wearing was waterproof, his hair was completely wet by the pool water, and his waist-length black hair was wet into a ball. It was embarrassingly stuck to the forehead and cheeks, and a lot of water flowed directly into the clothes along the neck. The close-fitting underwear was not waterproof, and it was wet and tightly attached to the skin at this moment.

Fujikawa thought for a moment, and then suddenly began to take off the clothes on his body.

When he started to take off the second layer of shirt, the orange-haired young man on the opposite side woke up like a dream. After seeing clearly what Fujikawa was doing at this moment, his reaction was quite strong, as if he saw something that he shouldn't see , quickly took several steps back.

"You, you... what are you going to do?!"

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on the pool water below him, and he didn't even look up at Fujikawa on the opposite side.

"Of course you're taking a bath in the bathing pool, otherwise what else can you do?"

Fujikawa glanced at him suspiciously, continued to take off the outer coat, and accurately threw it on the shelf beside him.

After taking off the middle coat, he was left with only a close-fitting white underwear. The thin white cloth became translucent after being soaked in the bath, clinging to his body, outlining the outline of the young man. The upper body is slightly thinner.

After the last piece of clothing was also taken off, Fujikawa directly soaked his whole body in the pool water. His skin was very white, and it was usually cold like jade, but now it was soaked in the warm pool water. Slightly pale pink.

At this time, Fujikawa glanced at the orange-haired young man opposite, and the other party almost retreated to the stone wall of the bathing pool.

"Why is your face so red?"

Across the hazy mist in the bathhouse, Fujikawa could see the young man's face that was almost bleeding, and even his orange-red hair seemed to be dyed bright red by his face.

"It's because the temperature of the water is too high!"

Mr. Nakahara responded with some annoyance.

High water temperature?Have it?

Fujikawa tried the water temperature with his hands, and he felt that the water temperature was just right. If it was the old people in Honmaru, he would probably increase the water temperature even more.

Sure enough, he was a young man with a lot of anger.

"Would you like to lower the water temperature for you?"

Toki Fujikawa asked intimately, but was rejected by the other party.

"No! I've already soaked it"

After saying this, Mr. Nakahara suddenly stood up from the pool, and then he quickly wrapped a bath towel around his waist. The wet clothes fled the bathhouse like a gust of wind, and he didn't forget to take the partition fan of the bathhouse with him before leaving.

Only Fujikawa was left alone in thought in the empty bathhouse.

He guessed that Mr. Zhongyuan might have a cleansing habit, so he didn't like taking baths with strangers.

But if Mr. Zhongyuan didn't drag him into the water, would he take a bath here in broad daylight?

Fujikawa Toki pushed all the faults on that Mr. Nakahara with peace of mind.

……

When he got out of the bath, Fujikawa found Mr. Nakahara sitting in the corridor of Honmaru, staring at the purple/yang flowers in the yard that were wet by the rain, and the cubs of the five tigers were "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh "The ground jumped up and down on his body, and a little tiger climbed directly on his head, tossing Mr. Zhongyuan's not very smooth hair like a chicken coop.

Fujikawa stepped forward and grabbed those rotten milk tiger cubs from Mr. Zhongyuan. At this time, Mr. Zhongyuan finally came to his senses.

When he turned his head and looked at Fujikawa behind him, although he said that this face gave him a little less shock than when he was in the bathhouse just now, but this does not mean that the shock disappeared directly. up.

Mr. Zhongyuan was stunned for a moment, then silently shifted his gaze to the purple/yang flowers in the yard again.

What Fujikawa is wearing now is the black sportswear he originally prepared for Mr. Nakahara. This is the clothes that Fujikawa wore before he became a god judge. The size is a little smaller and the style is quite old.

Mr. Nakahara felt that he was either fascinated by ghosts, or his brain got water when he took a bath just now, or else this guy was wearing such an old-fashioned sportswear that even Mr. Hirotsu would not wear. Would damn well think he looks good in this outfit.

Fujikawa sat down next to Mr. Zhongyuan, and a few tiger cubs crawled onto his body again. This set of sportswear was no better than his uniform of the God-inspector. The sharp nails of the little tigers scratched several holes, until Fujikawa warned them that if they scratched again, their food would be withheld, and then the cubs calmed down and nestled obediently in his arms.

The pattering raindrops hit the old bluestone steps in the courtyard, arousing a crisp echo, Fujikawa looked at the orange-haired young man staring at the purple/yang flowers in the courtyard, thought for a while, and temporarily dismissed it. The idea of ​​switching seasons.

"So what information do you want to inquire about?"

"Our boss wants to know if you have reached any agreement with the government."

The Garden of Plum Rains does have a calming effect. Listening to the pattering rain in the courtyard, Mr. Zhongyuan felt that his mood seemed to be much calmer at the moment, of course, the premise was that he did not look at the face of the person next to him.

"protocol?"

Fujikawa blinked, then shook his head, "No."

"It is true that someone who claimed to be a government/government agency wanted to send us money, but I refused."

"reject?!"

Mr. Zhong Yuan seems to have heard something unbelievable, "You still refuse the money that comes to your door?!"

"I think you seem to have misunderstood me."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

"I'm not the kind of person who is open to money."

"I'm sorry, but this sentence of yours managed to make me laugh."

Mr. Zhongyuan grinned, pretending to be smiling or not.

"Now that you've said that, why don't we talk about how much you should charge for taking a bath in our pool just now?"

Mr. Zhongyuan kept quiet.

"The government asked us to hand over half of the management rights of the Honmaru Shrine, but I refused. This is their shrine, and they can only be the managers."

Mr. Nakahara noticed that Fujikawa used "they" instead of "us".

Who is "they" referring to?His group of men?

Mr. Zhong Yuan didn't think much, but changed the question, "Aren't you afraid that the government will put pressure on you?"

Although the government/government has always represented the bright side, the twists and turns inside the government/government sometimes make even the mafia like them feel inferior.

"Why are you afraid?"

There was no ups and downs in Fujikawa's voice, and every sound seemed to be soaked in the coldness of the rain.

"It's just a city/government."

Mr. Nakahara was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask what this sentence meant, Fujikawa Toki changed the subject.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

Mr. Nakahara actually has a lot of questions to ask, such as who are you guys?Why can't even the intelligence of the port mafia find out your origins?What is your purpose?Why build an inexplicable shrine after the coffee shop?

There were many questions he wanted to ask, but Mr. Zhongyuan looked at the pattering raindrops in the courtyard, and finally didn't ask any questions.

"Can you give me an omamori from your shrine? One of my subordinates heard that your omamori here is very effective, so I want to ask for an omamori who can 'get out of the order as soon as possible'."

He told the matter that Takata asked him earlier, but after he finished saying this, Fujikawa Toki's expression looked a little weird.

After hesitating for a moment, Fujikawa Toki said slowly, "Is that subordinate you are talking about yourself?"

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "???"

Then he saw the man on the opposite side who looked ridiculously good-looking after taking off the mask stared at him several times, and finally showed a meaningful expression.

"I think Chuuya, rather than asking for Omori, you might as well go to a [-]-yen convenience store and buy a pair of height-increasing insoles. This is definitely more effective than Omori."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Can he hit someone?

Well, he can't beat this guy.

In other words, if I give you money, can you stand there and let me hammer you a million tons?

Fujikawa slowly and leisurely took out from the sleeve a pink mamoru who looked ugly from any angle, with the words "Get out of the order as soon as possible" crookedly embroidered with golden silk thread, and beside it was embroidered a scorpion. A strange creature that knows whether it is a chicken or a duck.

"Thanks for your patronage, one hundred thousand yen."

Fujikawa Toki stuffed the hot-eyed Omori in Mr. Nakahara's arms, while spreading his right hand, making a gesture of "give me the money".

"One hundred thousand?!"

Mr. Zhongyuan's eyes widened, "Are you stealing money?! So expensive? Didn't you say it only cost [-] yen?!"

"One thousand is the guard's money, and one hundred thousand is the information fee. Do you think the information I just told you is free?"

Fujikawa Shi's voice was faint, but inexplicably carried a sense of righteousness.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, the change has been erased for you. One hundred thousand yen, cash? Credit card? Installment payment is not supported."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

What the hell, it's not a person who has an eye for money!