In a tavern less than one kilometer from the source apartment.

The wine is warmed in the small stove on the table, and the hot air is wrapped in a faint aroma of wine, which makes people relax unconsciously.

Even in the store, Natsume Soseki did not take off his brown top hat.

Looking at the friend opposite who has already started to enter the ranks of middle-aged and elderly people, Yuan couldn't help but lament the power of time.

"I heard that you are starting to retreat behind the scenes now, and let the students come forward for you?"

Speaking of which, Fukuzawa Yukichi introduced Natsume himself.

At that time, the junior who wanted to end his career as a killer found himself who was more experienced and asked him. Unfortunately, he was not the material to be a life mentor at all. He originally thought that he was a senior and wanted to answer questions for the younger generation. In the end, we didn't talk much. just give up.

He himself is a muddle-headed person, so let Natsume do the "intimate sister" or something.

Natsume Soseki took a small sip of sake.

"It's almost time to hand over the responsibility of guarding this city to the next generation."

Come, come, talk about the responsibility of city sex.

Yuan didn't quite understand the extraordinary love of a friend who loves a city deeply.

A peanut hit Yuan's forehead firmly, fell on the table and bounced a few times before falling firmly into the trash can beside the table.

"Guys who haven't even been in love don't deserve to question other people's emotions."

"No, you..."

Do you really regard Yokohama as your lover?

"New entrustment, go to this place tomorrow to protect a doctor in a clinic."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Natsume Soseki took out an envelope and put it in front of Gen.

Picking up the envelope, Yuan directly tore it open, inside was an address and two photos.

One photo showed a clinic that looked a bit dilapidated from the outside, apparently a black market clinic, and the other photo showed a man's ID photo.

"Minataro, military doctor? If I remember correctly, Fukuzawa was his bodyguard before."

The former military doctor, now running a clinic in the underground world, is indeed someone Natsume knows.

"But, can he afford the commission?"

You must know that it is very expensive to hire him as a bodyguard. Can a black doctor afford so much money?

Another peanut hit Yuan's face with precision.

"He is a very important part of the three-moment concept."

Natsume Soseki said seriously, "Fukuzawa is about to open an office, so he can't stay there all the time."

After explaining the previous questions, Natsume Soseki picked up the cane beside him and slammed it on Gen's head.

"Get out of the money eyes quickly!"

He still didn't forget to mention the commission in front of Dayi, if he is not sober, he will do justice for the sky today!

Before the waiter came to persuade the fight, Natsume Soseki put away his cane and instantly returned to a gentle middle-aged gentleman. He said softly to other guests that he was just teaching the disobedient juniors at home.

Minamoto, who was often beaten for his stupid speech, also ignored the eyes of condemnation around him, and concentrated on tasting the sake in front of him.

This time I have to do white labor again. In comparison, it is more profitable to commission a farmer with a bald head.

It's a good thing that Natsume can't read minds, otherwise, if he heard such complaints from him, he would probably pull out his cane and hit someone again.

……

On Tuesday, whose lethality was second only to Monday, Yuan put on a simple and plain coarse bathrobe, closed the doors and windows, and walked towards the slum where Doctor Hei lived.

He didn't pay much attention to these before, but now that the family has raised a kid who can't protect himself at all, he has to take good measures to keep the entrustment confidential in the future.

Anyway, Natsume said that he can go to the clinic today, and Minamoto strolled on the street without any haste. By the time he reached the place, it was almost noon.

As soon as he stepped into the largest slum in Yokohama, Minamoto's aura changed. The harmless young man suddenly put on another mask. Although he still had a smile on his face, deep in that smile was just looking at A killing intent that would be stabbed at a glance.

There's no way, in this kind of place, if you don't behave a little fiercely, you will be bullied by others.

"Sen's Clinic, is this here?"

Walking to a clinic that was almost exactly the same as the photo, Minamoto stopped to study.

The only difference from the photo is that the door seems to be a crumbling clinic door, and Yuan just tried to open it.

"crunch"

The wooden door groaned in pain, and after shaking in place twice, it finally couldn't bear the years and violent abuse, and fell down.

Thank you for persisting for so long.

Yuan looked at the poor wooden door in his hand, obviously the door in the photo didn't look so flimsy.

The etiquette of knocking on the door can also be saved.

Leaving the door against the wall, Yuan stepped into this small clinic with insufficient lighting.

The wooden clogs stepped on some unknown slippery liquid, and Yuan showed a disgusted expression. After all, it is a clinic. In such a messy environment, is it really not afraid of breeding bacteria?

"Excuse me, is Dr. Sen here?"

Making a trumpet shape with one hand, Minamoto asked tentatively.

"Crackling."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There seemed to be the sound of something falling to the ground, followed by a sharp coughing sound.

There was the sound of leather shoes walking on the floor, and a man in a tattered white coat came out with his head bowed and his mouth covered.

"What disease?"

The other party didn't look directly at Yuan, but coughed and walked to the consultation table and sat down, rummaging through the drawers for something.

At this time, a dirty stethoscope appeared in front of him, which looked like it had just been picked up from the ground.

But in fact, it was Yuan who picked it up from under his feet.

"Looking for this?"

"Yes, thank you."

As he said that, the man was about to reach out for the stethoscope, but unfortunately when he reached out, the other party suddenly shrank back with the stethoscope, and before he raised his head to question, his neck suddenly felt cold.

The stethoscope, which was still stained with sporadic blood, was like a flexible snake, tightly wrapped around his neck, and then the world spun around.

When he came back to his senses, he was strangled and stepped on the ground.

A delicate knife was facing his left eye, and the person holding the knife was speaking concerned words in a panicked tone.

"Allah, doctor, you are too careless, is it because the ground is too slippery?"

After Yuan finished speaking, there was the sound of someone walking in the next ward, as if they wanted to come out to check the situation.

When the fake doctor below him wanted to remind his companion aloud, Yuan pierced his upper and lower lips with a knife without hesitation, sealing his reminder and painful cries.

"Um!"

At this time, the curtain at the door of the ward was slowly lifted by a pair of rough hands, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

The moment the curtain was lifted, Yuan pulled the stethoscope and lifted the person from the ground, showing distressed expressions to the few people who were shocked and angry when they saw this scene.

"This doctor seems to have accidentally injured himself~"

No matter how you look at it, it was you who did it!

Several people in the ward immediately took out the weapons hidden behind their backs, and rushed towards the source with the sound of "Ola Ola".

"It's really rude and unreasonable."

Yuan short body dodged the machete that was coming straight towards his throat, and kicked the person in his hand to the person who seemed the least annoying.

Seeing the other party making a move to take over his companion, Yuan looked at him with some sympathy.

"If it were me, I would choose to avoid it directly."

"Oh!"

The only answer to him was the sound of the two being smashed into the wall together.

Seeing other people's attention being attracted by the two who flew out, Yuan scratched his head helplessly, and his mind was distracted during the battle. Is this the fighting power of the slums?

He grabbed the back collars of the two closest to him, lifted them up and bumped them.

"boom!"

"Crackling!"

"Whoa!"

In the ward, the real Dr. Sen heard the sound of "demolition" coming from outside, rubbed his bloody wrist, got up and walked out.

One step later, maybe his small clinic will be demolished.

The young man in a cheap bathrobe was sitting comfortably on the stethoscope table, with his legs crossed, and under his curly black hair, a pair of dark brown eyes looked at him playfully.

"Finally willing to come out."

The bodyguard who went for nothing was not satisfied, and he wanted to do tricks to test his strength. If it wasn't for Natsume, he would have slapped his ass and left.

Mori Ogai pretended not to know, walked up to Yuan, and stared blankly back and forth between Yuan and the other kneeling people.

"How can you say that, sir, I am just a poor victim."

Didn't it mean that it was his senior who took over Fukuzawa's job?The young man in front of him doesn't look like the senior of His Excellency Fukuzawa at all.

However, his professional ability is not inferior to Mr. Fuzawa, or even higher than him.

Based on the basis, it can be inferred from the reactions of the few gang members in front of them who were still showing off their power just now.

He almost wished he could integrate himself with the floor, but unfortunately he missed the middle process just now, so it must be a punishment method worth learning from.

Standing up, Yuan looked at the innocent doctor in front of him, and looked away before the other party laughed until his face stiffened.

"Whatever you say, you handle these people yourself."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side and lay down on the small reception sofa, picked up a newspaper that had been put out for a few years, and read it.

He only needs to ensure the safety of his employer. As for cleaning the clinic, it is not within his scope of work.

Mori Ogai: His personality is unexpectedly bad.

The others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Yuan would not attack them again, but unfortunately, they seemed to have underestimated the fighting power of the seemingly powerless doctor beside them.

A silver light flashed, and the bodies of several people fell to the ground uncontrollably. They stared at the doctor with a cold expression in front of them with wide eyes in disbelief.

A group of idiots who misjudged the opponent's ability to the death, even poor enough, maybe they still can't figure it out in Santuchuan, from the beginning to the end, I was just tricked by the doctor to test the strength of the new bodyguard Chess pieces.

Yuan looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, if in other places, maybe there would be good people with good intentions to stand up for them, but it's a pity that this is a no-nonsense zone where the weak prey on the strong.

The doctor who had just ended a few lives seemed to have just dealt with a few bedbugs, and walked to the sofa in front of Yuan with a smile and sat down.

"How should I address you, sir?"

Yuan looked up, wondering if Natsume hadn't told the other party his name.

After thinking about it carefully, Yuan opened his mouth before the other party lost patience.

"My name is Shintaro Eguchi, you can just call me Eguchi."

The corner of Mori Ogai's mouth twitched and nodded.

"Alright Mr. Yuan."

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