They all think I'm a boss

Drinking parties like this have been held many times in Honmaru. The initiator of this kind of drinking party is usually Jiro or other wine-loving swordsmen, and the participants are all Fusangshin of Honmaru.

Of course, those short swords Wakizasa use milk or fruit juice instead of wine. Although they are all knives that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, their human postures are still underage boys. Fujikawa disagrees with everything. These underage knives drink alcohol.

Dagger and Wakizashi want to cry, because if there is no accident, they will probably maintain their current form and will not change again, which means that they will never have a chance to touch alcohol in their lives.

Although milk juice is delicious, they also want to try the taste of adults occasionally...

Perhaps it was to comfort such a dagger and Wakizashi, usually at this kind of drinking party, Fujikawa Toki's cup is filled with either sweet milk or fruit juice, without any alcohol.

Jiro and Japan also used alcohol to encourage their lords to drink together, but they were rejected by Fujikawa because they didn't like the taste of wine. Beaten up, completely honest.

Later, Tsurumaru secretly mixed some low-strength sweet wine into a cup filled with sweet milk in Fujikawa fashion. That was the first time that the knife masters of Honmaru saw their lord drunk.

Afterwards, Tsurumaru was beaten up.

……

So when Fujikawa snatched the wine cup in front of the orange-haired young man, not only Mr. Nakahara, but also the other Fusangshen who were present were shocked.

Their teetotaler would take the initiative to take other people's wine cups?

"Ah? My lord, are you finally willing to join our drinking party?"

Jiro became interested all of a sudden, and his expression showed a hint of joy, "If you also participate, my lord, I will take out all the remaining jars of treasures."

He took a total of four altars from the palace warehouse. In addition to Yin in the Snow, there are also Lihuachun, lotus brewed, and Qingqiuzui, which represent the four seasons of imperial wine.

Originally, he planned to save it for later and taste it slowly, but if their lord also joined this drinking party, he would definitely take it all at once to celebrate.

And when Jiro said that he still had a collection of fine wines that he hadn't brought out, Mr. Nakahara's eyes lit up.

It's a pity that the man called "Master" by Jiro shook his head and rejected, "I don't drink."

"Oh... that's such a pity..."

The moment he shook his head when he saw Fujikawa, Jiro was discouraged, and his tone was full of undisguised regret, "I still want to see how cute the lord is when he's drunk..."

Although he whispered this sentence, several people present obviously heard it, including of course Fujikawa Toki himself.

Even though the other knives at the scene all agreed with Jiro's words, but at this moment, no one dared to show the slightest agreement.

They were all looking at their lord carefully, and by the way, silently lit a piece of wax for Jiro who said such words in their hearts.

The atmosphere around him became stagnant all of a sudden, and Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally noticed this. At this time, he focused on the young man called "Master".

When he first entered the coffee shop, it could be said that all his attention was taken away by the altar of fine wine named Snow in the Snow, but it was not that even a few people in this coffee shop didn't notice.

But he really didn't notice the existence of the man wearing a fox mask. If the man hadn't suddenly taken the glass of wine from him, he might not have known about it until now, except for the few men who were having a drink meeting. In addition, there is another person in this coffee shop.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also moved his eyes slightly. It seems that this man called "Master" should be the leader of this group of people.

But what puzzled him was that he couldn't feel the slightest bit of murderous aura from this man, not to mention murderous aura, he didn't even feel half of the general deterrent force, as if the man standing in front of him was just an ordinary person .

But how can an ordinary man be the leader of these people, and how can he take his glass of wine without him knowing it.

By the way, wine!

At this moment, Mr. Zhong Yuan remembered that the wine he was thinking about was still in this man's hand.

"My lord, if you don't want to drink, return the wine cup to this little brother."

Jiro rescued Mr. Nakahara very "understanding".

But Fujikawa Toki shook his head again and refused.

"No."

His voice was still cold.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"Eh?!"

Hearing this, Jiro looked at the orange-haired youth in surprise, "Brother, are you still an adult?"

Judging by the way he dresses and talks, he doesn't look like a child.

Mr. Zhongyuan, who was suspected of his age twice, couldn't bear it any longer. He took out his ID from his pocket and slapped it hard on the bar in front of him, "I'm an adult."

And already 22.

Several fusangshen glanced at the name and age above, and then turned their eyes to Fujikawa Toki who doubted Mr. Nakahara's real age.

Fujikawa did not speak, but silently looked at the height of the orange-haired young man and the black choker on his neck through the mask on his face, and then put the wine cup back in his hand without saying a word...

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I always felt that the guy's eyes just now made people very uncomfortable.

Normally, Mr. Zhong Yuan would have thrown a gravity bomb, but right now, he just wants to enjoy the good wine in front of him.

Fujikawa sat down next to Nakahara Chuya, Jiro poured him a glass of corn juice, Nakahara Nakaya turned his head and glanced at him, only to see that he moved up the mask on his face slightly, revealing only a small jaw, The part above the nose is still covered by the white fox mask.

What a weirdo.

Mr. Zhongyuan commented silently in his heart.

He held up the wine cup exuding the clear aroma of wine in front of him, and pointed it to his mouth. Before he could drink it, he was almost completely intoxicated by this wine.

The transparent and colorless wine slowly slid into the mouth along the vermilion wine cup. The unique bitterness of the alcohol was mixed with an unknown fragrance. With a slight return of sweetness, a faint warmth rose in the stomach.

Mr. Zhongyuan felt as if he was in a white world of ice and snow, and there was a small fire in front of him, which was the only source of heat and the only color in this freezing world of ice and snow. Can't help but slowly approach the small fire...

then……

Then there is no more...

Most people in the port gang/hand/party, from the leader Mori Ogai to the unknown sweeping aunt, all know that their cadre, Mr. Zhongyuan, is a drinker, but at the same time they are also very clear about this cadre. The capacity for alcohol is not good, and the wine quality is even worse.

Mr. Zhongyuan once drank too much at a Hong Kong gangster's celebration, and then climbed to the roof of the gangster/hand/party building in the port, threatening to set off fireworks for everyone, and then everyone watched this cadre speak to him. With a burst of crazy output from the Hongkong Building, the building was blown flat by his continuous gravity bombs.

"What should we do now?"

Everyone looked at the orange-haired young man who took off his suit jacket and performed a bonfire dance in the coffee shop, and turned their eyes to Fujikawa Toki who was aside.

Fujikawa Toki's sleeves are being pulled by this Mr. Nakahara at the moment, and it seems that the other party wants to invite him to join in a bonfire dance for two.

Fujikawa Toki put down the empty cup in his hand, silently raised his right hand...

When Mr. Zhongyuan woke up again, he found himself in a car, his head was dizzy, and he felt an inexplicable soreness in the back of his neck.

"Are you awake? Chuya-kun."

The middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat noticed the movement in the back seat through the rearview mirror and greeted him loudly.

On the co-pilot, the blond loli in a red dress turned around and made a face at the orange-haired young man in the back seat.

Mr. Zhongyuan, who has not recovered from the aftertaste of drunkenness, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this voice, "Boss!"

Sitting in the driver's seat and driving is Mori Ogai, the leader of the port black/hand/party.

"Why are you here?"

Speaking of which, why is he here?

Shouldn't he be scouting for information at that coffee shop?

But he didn't seem to resist the temptation to drink some wine halfway, and then...

"It was the person from that coffee shop who called me on your mobile phone to inform me that you were drunk and asked me to come and pick you up."

The corners of Mori Ogai's mouth rose slightly, "Well, they really are a group of kind-hearted people."

When a man called and told him that your employees were drinking too much and went crazy at our place, this Hong Kong gangster boss thought he had received some new type of fraudulent call.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhongye, those people asked me to bring you a sentence, saying that there are still three jars of wine like today, so you must try it when you have time."

The curvature of the man's mouth gradually deepened, "It seems that the group of people are not only kind-hearted, but also very hospitable, you say so, Nakaya-kun."

A Hong Kong black cadre deeply trusted by the leader bowed his head in shame: "..."

I'm sorry boss, but that wine is really delicious...

"So, have you heard anything?"

The man retracted the curvature of his mouth, and looked at the orange-haired young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for a moment, his face was still blushing after being drunk, and after a few seconds, he said slowly, "I think... nothing wrong..."

I didn't expect to hear this kind of answer from a certain gangster leader in Hong Kong: "???"

I don't know if there is something wrong with them, but Nakaya-kun, I think there is something wrong with you now...