They all think I'm a boss

Yokohama has been a bit uneasy recently.

First of all, the two most unprovoked forces in the underground world, the port mafia/hand/party and the armed detective agency, did not know why there was a conflict. It didn’t take long for this matter to subside, and then there was an invasion by foreign forces Bad incident, Yokohama was almost destroyed by an unknown spaceship?to destruction.

Of course, these two incidents were quietly suppressed by the relevant departments of the government/government, and finally the black blame was thrown on the head of the black/hand/party, and these two incidents were positioned as between the black/hand/party Rush, this is also in order not to cause panic among the general public.

It stands to reason that ordinary people should feel panic when they first hear the keywords of mafia/hands/party rush. The city they live in actually has such a dangerous existence of mafia/hands/party.

But in Yokohama, a city with simple folk customs, the general public maintains a calm and even tolerant attitude towards the existence of the mafia/hand/party.

On the streets of Yokohama, you can often see men wearing black suits and sunglasses who don't look easy to mess with. Although it is not possible to see these big men in suits queuing up to buy milk tea, you can often see them in some restaurants. The scene where the sleeves eat noodles.

The five tallest buildings standing in Minato Mirai 21, the most prosperous area in Yokohama, are owned by the largest underground force in Yokohama, the Port Mafia/Hand/Party.

Being a gangster/hand/party these days is much more profitable than being an honest working class.

The underground forces in Yokohama are intricate, and the port mafia/hand/party is undoubtedly the largest force among them, and almost every force is more or less involved with the port mafia/hand/party.

Cooperation or hostility.

Let alone the hostile forces, most of the organizations that maintain a good cooperative relationship with the port mafia/hand/party are small and insignificant organizations. It is more accurate to describe it as attachment rather than cooperation.

It is quite common in the underground world for the weak to attach themselves to the strong and give part of their own interests to the strong in order to obtain protection from the strong.

However, big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimps. The "protection fees" that these small organizations hand over to those big organizations are basically obtained from existences that are weaker than them.

Protection fee, or entrustment fee.

Of course, the "entrustment" here is not an entrustment in the general sense. Entrusting people from the underground world to do it is definitely not something that can be put on the table.

So far, those small organizations have survived by relying on this model. As long as they are lucky and don't get caught by the police, this matter will pass like this. After all, things like this happen in Yokohama every day. It is impossible for the police/police to investigate carefully one by one.

But this time, these organizations were unlucky to overturn, and coincidentally, it was the same object that made them overturn.

Honmaru Cafe, an Internet celebrity cafe that only appeared in Yokohama in the last month, and has become popular at an incredible speed.

It's just a small coffee shop.

These small organizations all think so.

But when the people they sent out were lying in the hospital one after another, and then put in jail by the police, they finally panicked.

So they began to ask for help from the big organization that protected them, and white letters of help piled up on the desk of the Hong Kong black leader like snowflakes.

A gang leader in Hong Kong who was busy coaxing his little loli into a new dress had no time to think about these things, so he simply waved his hand and sent his most trusted subordinates to investigate the matter.

So Chuya Nakahara, one of the five major cadres of the Hong Kong gangster/hand/party known as the strongest man in the gangster, came to this rumored Honmaru coffee shop.

The door of the Honmaru Cafe was shattered when the store manager knocked out the troublemakers and threw them on the street. The insurance company called and said that they could only reinstall them tomorrow morning at the earliest. new.

While saying this, the salesman of the insurance company on the opposite side gave Fujikawa Toki a small suggestion in a voice that was about to cry.

They can consider replacing tempered glass doors with wooden doors and cloth curtains, or simply not installing doors. Anyway, for Honmaru Cafe, the doors are disposable once a day and have to be changed every day.

Their insurance company really can't afford this kind of toss.

Fujikawa directly handed over this matter to Hasebe and Candlestick Kiri, and asked them to make a decision, and he would be a hands-off shopkeeper and sleep in the warehouse of the coffee shop to catch up on sleep.

When Nakahara Chuya came to the Honmaru Cafe, he found that the door of the cafe was missing. At this moment, the door was wide open to welcome his unexpected guest. Although the surrounding area was cleaned, there were still some fights left. past traces.

He didn't stop, and walked directly into the coffee shop. When he just entered the door, he smelled a clear scent of wine.

Most people in the port gang/hand/party, from the leader Mori Ogai to the unknown sweeping lady, all know that the biggest hobby of their cadre, Mr. Zhongyuan, is racing and drinking.

Of course, even though he races, drinks, fights, dyes his hair, perms his hair and wears a choker, in the eyes of many Hong Kong and Black employees, he is still a good cadre.

There is an underground wine cellar in Mr. Nakahara’s home, which contains all the good wines he has collected over the years, whether it is French wine or Japanese sake, Lafite in 82 or Petrus in 89. Everything in the cellar.

But in the past 22 years, Mr. Zhongyuan has never smelled such a special wine aroma. The wine aroma is clear but mellow, the aroma is long but not offensive, and he can feel a bit of ice and snow in a vague way.

Such a strange but charming aroma of wine completely attracted the attention of Mr. Zhong Yuan, a wine lover.

And the few Fu Sangshen who were happily having a drink and conversation, naturally noticed this young uninvited guest.

"Sorry, we're closed today."

Jiro stopped pouring wine for the other knives, and reminded the orange-haired youth at the door with a smile.

The young man didn't seem to hear his words, and walked towards this side.

The knife spirits who were drinking put their hands on the main body beside them calmly.

Just when everyone thought that there was another troublemaker coming, the young man suddenly raised his hand and took off the black hat on his head, looked at the small wine jar in Jiro's hand, and praised, "Good wine!"

The knives who are ready to fight: "???"

what's the situation?

"Hey...You know what you're doing, little brother."

Hearing the young man's praise, the expression on Jiro's face immediately changed from dignified to proud. He held two palm-sized wine jars in his hands and looked at the orange-haired young man opposite him with a smile.

"This is the ultimate product no matter how much money you spend."

The young man's eyes moved slightly.

As a lover of wine, Jiro saw through the thoughts of this orange-haired youth at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows, pointed to the empty seat next to Tonbogiri, and motioned the young man to sit down.

"For the sake of your knowledge, I will make an exception today and let you, an outsider, participate in our drinking party."

"Thanks."

The young man didn't refuse, and sat down directly.

After sitting down, Zhongya Nakahara finally remembered his real purpose of coming here. He turned his head and looked at the other tall men beside him. There is a bit of caution and dignity in the eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that there were several scars and calluses on the tiger's mouths of these people. These are the scars of people who hold cold weapons all the year round. It seems that this coffee shop is not a simple coffee shop as the intelligence said.

Jiro placed a vermilion wine cup in front of him. Mr. Nakahara usually drinks wine in a tall glass, and occasionally drinks Japanese sake from that small and delicate wine cup. He still has a headache. This is the first time I have seen such a simple wine cup.

"Wine should be drunk in a big bowl to be refreshing!"

Holding the wine jar in his hand, Jiro directly filled the vermilion wine cup. The clear wine rippled slightly in the vermilion wine cup, and the clear aroma of the wine echoed in the coffee shop again. Zhong also smelled the coolness of ice and snow again.

"What kind of wine is this?"

He couldn't help asking.

"Singing in the snow."

Jiro said with a smile.

"Well, I can't disclose how I got it, but I can tell you that this wine is produced in China."

When Jiro was in the battle, he would often order the fine wine of that era to bring back to Honmaru, and enjoy it with the wine-loving gods of Honmaru. Once they played in the royal city of the Heian period, Jiro sneaked into the warehouse of the palace. By the way, several bottles of imperial wine transported from the Tang Dynasty were taken.

Yin in the Snow is one of them.

Of course it was impossible for him to tell this young man of unknown origin that he came back from the palace, and that he was the royal wine of the palace thousands of years ago.

Chinese wine?

Mr. Zhongyuan recalled that there seemed to be a few bottles of Wuliangye and Erguotou from China in the underground wine cellar of his home, and there seemed to be a few cans of Xuehua Bravely Traveling to the End of the World.

However, Chinese baijiu has always had a spicy taste, and he has never been used to drinking it. The bottles of baijiu were left in an inconspicuous corner by him at random, and it was hard to imagine that such a clear wine could be Chinese wine.

But at this moment, he has no intention of researching the origin of this wine, he just wants to use his taste buds to personally experience the intoxicating aroma of this wine.

But just as he was about to pick up the wine cup in front of him, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and took the wine directly from his face.

As soon as the wine in his mouth was gone, Mr. Zhongyuan's petulant temper suddenly came up. He turned around and was about to smash that desperate guy who dared to snatch the wine from his mouth, when a white sheet appeared in his sight. fox mask.

To be precise, the person wearing the white fox mask.

"Minors can't drink alcohol."

He heard the man speak in a calm voice.