I'm such a big son

Rimbaud sat quietly on the stone pier at the appointed place, followed by a young man with orange hair.

As soon as the two sat and stood, they inexplicably protruded from the dilapidated and dark background of Leibo Street, abruptly painting a bright color that didn't fit in this dark street.

Obviously, the clothes on Rimbaud's body are not elegant and delicate, and the color is even darker, but the bright red lips exposed under the cover of black hair are shocking, and one can't help but imagine what kind of style "his" eyebrows hidden in the shadows are.

"You have come!"

The belated "sheep" boys swallowed their saliva.

Is it because of the supernatural ability that the appearance will be different from ordinary people...

"Good day."

Rimbaud maintained basic restraint and politeness towards his children's "little buddies". Wooden boxes piled up as high as hills appeared on the open space between waves, and all of them were filled with marketable spirits.

If it is taken out and resold, it is enough to feed all the "sheep" for at least two winters.

The hearts of the "sheep" teenagers began to tilt.

Is it to leave the Central Plains Chuya, which is becoming more and more difficult to control, or do we want these materials that are so readily available that they will not run away with long legs?

Nakahara Nakaya stood behind Rimbaud with some hesitation.

If the partners make a rescue at this time, what is the success rate?

He is even ready to attack with his bare hands, even if he gives up the opportunity to be a human being, at least he must protect the children of these "sheep"...

—and soon he won't have to worry about it anymore, because the "partners" he has identified and is willing to protect at all costs make the decisions for him.

"Thank you for your generosity, this... sir. We will never harass you and Chuya in the future!"

The desire for material goods quickly overwhelmed the other half of the different voices. The primary goal of the "sheep" is to survive, and the second is to occasionally talk about morality and shame.

The teenagers cunningly changed their address to Rimbaud.Since the other party is dressed in men's clothing, they can of course pretend to have amnesia or blindness.

Ah...fuck it, I don't want any more partners!

The boy who was abandoned once more hid behind the woman, not wanting others to see his slightly red eyes.

"make a deal."

Rimbaud turned around and glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, raised his hand and pressed hard on his orange head, "Let's go."

The boy lowered his head and walked away, following the tall and thin figure of the woman, completely leaving this small world filled with all his memories and sights.

After completing this "deal", Rimbaud was refreshed, even asking Fukuzawa Yukichi to block him when he walked out of Leibo Street did not disturb her.

With his backhand, he stuffed the freshly baked son into the subspace, and bound Mr. Swordsman with a light golden cube in the same way.

"His Majesty Fukuzawa...too enthusiastic pursuit will make you tired..."

The corner of the woman's lips pulled out a gorgeous arc, and another pile of subspace cubes appeared, blocking all directions around the swordsman.She shyly walked around him, taking a piece of peppermint and perfume that was so faint that it was almost impossible to smell it.

The tips of the swordsman's ears were reddish, he put the knife into the sheath and said solemnly to her back: "What a messy guy."

When he drew his knife again and chopped off all the pale golden cubes, Miss Rimbaud had already run so far that the mud under her boots could no longer be seen.

Mori Ogai gave him 25 days, and Rimbaud was not in a hurry at all. He leisurely ran around Yokohama with Mr. Fukuzawa, occasionally approaching the site of PortMafia, and then left immediately after touching it, making it completely invisible Her real goal.

The sixth day, the seventh day, the eighth day, the ninth day... No one can catch the "drunk boat", not even those who want a piece of the pie or reach out to solicit.

Only the "Silver Wolf" is still chasing after it as always, and people have to praise it as "the strongest government".

On the tenth day, "Drunken Boat" finally chose to plunge into the concession near the port after several trials, hid in a custom street similar to "Yoshihara" and disappeared without a trace.

The samurai, who is upright and even looks very serious, stands outside the casino with a saber in his hand and repeats his luck. His eyes are so fierce that he scares away a group of gamblers. Finally, he pinches his nose and walks into this gold-selling cave where people often forget where they are. .

Tea houses, water kiosks, dining kiosks, custom shops, casinos, all services related to expensive pastime are available here.As long as you can afford it, you can have anything. Of course, once the bag is exhausted, it will be thrown away immediately.

The traditional playgirls, the modern window girls, and even the very western-style male publicists, all of whom look exquisite in make-up and speak elegantly, call it "selling love", and are essentially no different from those women on Leibo Street who never refuse difference.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The orange-haired boy who was released to move freely was full of worry. Earlier, Rimbaud pretended to try his best to pick a place and got stabbed by the "Silver Wolf". Obviously, this honest boy didn't see any clues.

It is impossible to win the trust of the leader of PortMafia without bloodshed.

Zhong Yuanzhong still didn't understand this kind of choice that only adults understand, and frowned at the trembling woman who was dealing with the knife wound with her hands behind her back.

He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but walk over and snatch the twisted bandage in her hand, untie the knots and spread it out flat: "Why, you can't see it at all, half of the wound is exposed."

Rimbaud narrowed his eyes, took a breath and looked pitifully frozen: "Sprinkle the medicine powder to stop the bleeding, and then fix the wound so that it won't affect the movement. You can tie it up however you want."

The wound just looks bloody and scary. For a person with better physical fitness than ordinary people, it can heal within three days at most, and an extra hour will not be wasted.

—— Rimbaud would not be bothered to deal with this kind of injury. If it wasn't for not revealing his full strength early, she wouldn't be so troublesome... It's really cold here!

Wearing only short sleeves, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sweating from the heat of the burning fireplace, also held the bandage in his hand and made several gestures back and forth, and finally successfully tied the new "guardian" who didn't know what to call it into a dumpling.

"Ah... sorry... I haven't been hurt much, this..." He scratched his hair a little embarrassed.

Rimbaud touched his back with his backhand and felt a strange bulge. He turned his other hand over and unwrapped the "cocoon" in twos and twos, and then simply bandaged it and tied a knot.

"A bandage that's too thick can interfere with movement."

She explained lightly, buttoned up her shirt, put on her coat, scarf and earmuffs one by one, rubbed her hands and sat by the fireplace to warm up, seeing that Zhong Yuanzhong's hair was also covered with black threads.

He is almost cooked!

"What are you going to do? I saw that doctor..."

The young man had nothing to say, and the woman glanced at the second half of the sentence before he could say it, and consciously swallowed the second half of the sentence—he was really a little afraid of her, especially when he looked at people coldly, like a The extinguished ashes of the splendor.

He puffed up his baby-fat cheeks angrily. Just as Rimbaud was about to explain something, someone knocked on the door.

"Help me! Help!"

It was a girl running around the corridor asking for help.

In this kind of extrajudicial place, not all women are willing to degenerate. There are always all kinds of helplessness in life, and it is normal for such things to happen.

No one will save her, everyone is here to have fun, not to be a hero.Taking a [-]-step back, what's the benefit of saving a woman from the land of fireworks?It will only make her get entangled and mistakenly think that she has been redeemed.

The footsteps were getting closer, the girl's cries became more and more desperate, and the man's curses became clearer. Her last hope was the deepest wooden door.

Chuya stood up, looking as if he wanted to open the door to save someone.

Rimbaud quickly pulled him back, and from nowhere he took out a gun with a silencer and put it on the left side of the cat's eye, which was probably the temple of the knocker outside.She kept this movement steadily with her right hand, and with her left hand, she pulled out a small plug next to the door lock and bent down to observe carefully—this hole was drilled by Rimbaud himself when they moved in, which made Chuya puzzled for a long time, until Just figured out what it does today.

It was indeed a young girl outside, with long orange-red hair that had not been combed into a bun, and rose-red eyes that seemed to contain a stream of clear springs, so pitiful and pitiful, she looked like a baby.

Rimbaud frowned.

This woman... Although she is full of girlishness, she can still tell from her body lines that she is about [-] years old, and she was just tricked in from the outside?

"Please, save me, please!"

The woman's weeping made people feel sore, and Zhong also walked around the room, looking eagerly at Miss Rimbaud who was blocking the door.

——Sure enough, it's his own cub, and his blood is passionate by nature.

hide!

Rimbaud mouthed him, the boy nodded, and obediently was stuffed into the subspace.

She observed carefully for a while, moved her gaze upwards to take a closer look at the thin calluses and face on the side of the opponent's palm, and then her pupils shrank... Finally, she waited for a sincere bait!

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this girl would show such an expression when she was young—the bloody flower blooming in the darkness, the golden yaksha, shaking like a leaf in the autumn rain, patting her door for help.

The woman shook her hair sideways, full of flair.

She lazily wrapped her coat and counted the time to open the door.

Just a second before Koyo Ozaki thought the plan had failed, the dark brown wooden door in front of him was opened, and the low and cold strange language seemed to scold something, and a stack of banknotes flew out, and the thugs who were chasing behind and performing hard got the money and immediately From raised eyebrows to nodding and bowing, picking up money as a bird and beast.

The wooden door closed again, and the two women of similar age looked at each other.

——If Miss Hongye was killed, she would never have imagined that she would need the first mission target... It turned out to be a woman whose beauty was not inferior to her own.

How can this be done?Unless the other party is a bend.

The problem is that Miss Hongye doesn't like this one, and Miss Rimbaud doesn't...

Ms. Lan Bo looked up and down the "junior interviewer" in front of her, a soft and beautiful woman in a vermilion kimono, tall and tall, with exquisite features, and the gentleness and softness unique to oriental women in her eyes.

After thinking about it, she decided to get straight to the point and make a quick decision.

"The thugs outside have already left, please go your own way."

The cold and tired woman walked to the door and gestured "please".

If she really wanted to go out obediently, even if Hongye completely ruined the mission, she would of course not.Giving up before starting is not her style.

"Please, take me in for a few days. Sorry, I know it's a bit abrupt, but except you..."

Miss Rimbaud: Black history!Standard black history!If it weren't for the situation, I must have recorded this passage!