Don't get in the way of my marriage

As dusk approached, in the back alley of the clinic, people hiding in the dark began to move when they saw Yuan appear.

He casually threw the mercenary who was stunned by himself into the stinking garbage dump. The moment Yuan turned around, people in the darkness rushed forward.

In just a few seconds, all that was left on the well-equipped mercenary was a pair of underpants that barely covered his body.

"Huh."

Hearing movement behind him, Yuan turned to check.

The fighting power of this group of little ghosts in the slums is too strong.

After all, the black clinic is not a completely peaceful place, and such inaccessible back alleys are often used by Dr. Sen as a place to dispose of "garbage".

Generally speaking, when night falls every day, someone will come to clean up the "garbage" thrown by Dr. Mori.

And this is undoubtedly a windfall for the vagrants in the slums.

Even if some useful things would be taken away by Mori Ogai in advance, they still need daily necessities like clothes.

In addition, after Yuan came here, he usually would not take anything away, and he could often pick up all kinds of weapons and equipment here, which led to more and more vagrants gathering here at dusk.

Such a business opportunity, besides the vagrants, of course other adults also noticed it, but before the adults marked the back alley as their own territory and prohibited the vagrants from approaching, Yuan personally found these people and told them personally How should adults make a living on their own, instead of competing for resources with a group of children.

Seeing the vigilant posture of the little ghosts who hadn't had time to evacuate, Yuan made a harmless gesture. If he was really scared, he should wait for him to leave completely before acting.

Turning around to leave, I always felt guilty of sneaking out to other cats and small fishes behind the back of the cat at home.

Back in the consulting room, Minamoto looked at Mori Ogai who was patiently cleaning up the wound of a gang member, with the scalpel in his hand.

Speaking of Dr. Sen's scalpel, it seems that he hasn't changed it much.

Really unhygienic.

After Mori Ogai sent away the last patient, he turned around and saw Yuan with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

He didn't do anything weird just now.

Sensing his doubts, Yuan took the initiative to ask, "Have you changed your scalpel?"

If it has not been changed, then if a patient has some infectious disease, wouldn't all the people treated by Dr. Sen with the scalpel be infected.Mori Ogai laughed, "As a doctor, I will never reuse medical equipment that can only be used once, such as a scalpel. This is the most basic quality."

As he said that, he waved the scalpel that he didn't know when he took it out.

"But in this chaotic place, you still have to carry some self-defense gadgets with you."

It is really not contradictory at all to use a knife to rule people and kill people with a knife at the same time.

Nodding his head, Yuan picked up the kimono jacket he had put on the back of the chair and put it on. It was time for him to go back to the hotel to rest.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Yuan, there will be another patient later."

He turned his head and looked at Mori Ogai.

Seeing the undisguised calculation in the opponent's eyes, Yuan sighed silently.

"First of all, don't expect me to help you eliminate your opponent."

Worried that he would not accompany him on "outpatient visits", he simply invited the "patient" to the clinic, which was really a good idea.

Let him guess, it should not be the generation of cadres who disagree with the current leader in the Hong Kong gangsters. After all, the Hong Kong gangsters still have to maintain a superficial calm.

As for Hong Kong's black-faced competitors, this kind of task is still a bit too difficult for Mori Ogai, who is only a black doctor on the surface.

Then what is left is a small organization that is affiliated with Hong Kong gangsters on the surface, but secretly seeks personal gain.

Mori Ogai smiled helplessly, "Of course I will not forget Mr. Minamoto's principle, this time it is just to obtain some necessary information."

It's just that the process may be a little bloody.

While the two were talking, someone knocked on the door of the clinic. Without waiting for the owner's consent, the wooden door was opened, and a group of gangsters entered one after another. The last one was a man with the aura of a nouveau riche. Looks about the same age as Dr. Sen.

Minato lowered his head after just a glance, and now he is just Dr. Mori's little assistant "Shintaro".

The man coughed and walked to Mori Ogai, and the younger brother next to him wisely dragged Mori Ogai's seat behind the man.

Sitting down with his legs crossed, the man raised his chin to Mori Ogai.

"Let's talk about Hong Kong's next instructions."

The arrogant appearance completely lost the humility in front of the leader, and he turned his head with a sneer and complained to the younger brother beside him, "I really don't understand what the old man means by arranging a doctor for me as a contact person."

Maybe it's because Mori Ogai, a doctor, wouldn't dare to gossip in front of the leader even though he had hundreds of guts.

"Mr. Ozawa, you need to know your behavior today, what I reported to the leader..."

Before he finished speaking, Mori Ogai was picked up by a burly boy by the collar.

"It's just a doctor who doesn't know what to borrow."

The man sitting in front of Mori Ogai stood up, took the pistol/gun from the hand of the younger brother next to him, and pressed the cold muzzle against Mori Ogai's neck.

"Speaking of which, the Ozawa team recently recruited a new supernatural person, does Dr. Mori know?"

"I heard that it is a special ability that can freely change into the appearance of people I have seen."

Facing the threat to his life, Mori Ogai remained calm, and his heartbeat didn't even speed up.

I don't hide my ambitions, Mr. Ozawa, if this is the case, even if I want to let you cause some troubles for Hong Kong gangsters to distract them, it won't work.

"Yeah, very suitable for abilities such as sneaking undercover."

The man slowly pulled the trigger.

The completely overlooked source next to it: Has my current camouflage skills evolved to such a high level?

"boom!"

Guns/shots rang out.

A bloodstain appeared on Mori's outer neck.

Minamoto crushed the gun/muzzle he was holding, snatched Mori Ogai from the strong man's hand before the others could react, flung him casually, and threw him behind the consultation table.

"you!"

As soon as the speaker uttered a word, Yuan grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of him.

The Poyan Fist landed precisely on the center of the face of the leader of Ozawa's group, and the sound of the bridge of the nose breaking.

Abandoning the unconscious man, Yuan snatched the assault / front / gun that was already firing from the hand of the strong man beside him, ignoring the bullets / bullets hitting his body from all directions, Yuan raised the strong man like a discus and threw him on the ground The most powerful one.

Now Dr. Sen has to work hard on hygiene again.

Turning over, he knocked them down one by one under the horrified eyes of a group of gangsters.

They found out that guns/weapons are useless early in the morning, and they persisted in shooting at themselves. This group of people really embarrassed the gangsters.

Skillfully carried the person to the back alley, "You can do the rest yourself."

Standing up from behind the consulting desk, Mori Ogai covered his ringing ears and nodded in distress.

I thought that Mr. Yuan would take the initiative when he was brought up, but it turned out that he was thinking too well.

In the back alley, the person in charge of cleaning up the "garbage" has arrived. After noticing Yuan coming out, the person pointed at the mercenary tied up next to him and said to Yuan in a dissatisfied tone: "Recently, there are always living people, which makes me How to deal with it."

The gaze shifted to the person whose chest was heaving on Yuan's hand, and became even more angry.

You must know that he only earns a little money by "collecting garbage", and he can do whatever he wants with the dead body if he can't speak, and he can do whatever he wants with this living person.

If he could really make up his mind to attack the living, he would have been a gangster long ago.

After listening to the other party's complaint, Yuan rested his chin and thought carefully for a while.

"Oh, I see, sir, you can sell them!"

The serious look made the other party almost believe his nonsense.

These are people not pets!

"Sir, your attitude really makes me wonder if you are from here."

It stands to reason that in this kind of place, buying/selling/people/population, "shipping" and so on, isn't it a common thing.

"If the husband is not willing, we can only invite other 'cleaners' over. After all, they should be quite willing to do this job."

Too lazy to spend much time with the other party, Yuan left the two people in his hand and walked back to the consulting room. After all, there were still a lot of people waiting to be cleaned up.

Back and forth several times, while carrying the last two people, Yuan saw that in the back alley, the people who were hesitant just now had already started stuffing the tightly tied "goods" into the car.

It seems to have figured it out.

Yuan nodded in satisfaction, and has been leaning against the door. Now that Dr. Sen is still busy inside, it is best for him not to go in and cause trouble.

Watching the man leave, Yuan seemed to casually look sideways at the messy garbage dump beside him.

Pretending to be suddenly enlightened, he took out a small package made of leather.

"Why is there still a bag of garbage here?"

After speaking, he gently threw the small package on a non-sewage ground next to the garbage dump, then turned and left.

Not long after Yuan left, a small black head poked out from the garbage dump, and the small body tiptoed to the small package, and carefully opened it, which contained the information that Yuan had picked off from a person who smelled relatively clean. A fur coat, a sharp knife, and some odds and ends.

Satisfied, Akutagawa Gin picked up the small package. With these things, his brother didn't have to fight with others over a tattered blanket.

I overheard others saying that a lot of daily necessities can be picked up here. Akutagawa Gin never came because of his brother's permission. Today, he finally found an opportunity to sneak behind the other older children while his brother was away. here.

It's just that she was too small to rob other people, and when everyone got the supplies and left, she still got nothing.

Fortunately, she finally waited.

I thought that the person waiting here at this time was at least a teenager, but I didn't expect it to be a little girl who looked no more than four or five years old.

Yuan walked out from behind the half-hidden door, and followed silently.

It stands to reason that he should go straight back to the hotel now, take a hot shower, and have a good rest, instead of running around like a stalker following a four or five-year-old girl.

Is it because after raising a child, the father's love in his subconscious was suddenly aroused?

Yuan dragged a homeless man who was trying to rob a little girl into an alley, and after he was knocked out, he thought in confusion.