Hong Kong and black wage earners

Dragon Head War, a struggle between mafias that started with the death of an unknown person with supernatural powers for a huge fortune.

On the first day, the streets of Yokohama were as usual, with people coming and going and traffic surging. However, when night fell, the calm before the storm came to an end.

The sound of gunfire and bombing resounded through the night sky.

Dark night as bright as day—

It was nothing more than fighting among other small organizations that were not in the mainstream. Some people actually set their sights on the territory of Hong Kong and black. Although they responded promptly, they also caused a lot of losses.

After one night, there were countless casualties.

This is only the first day.

Takigawa Qingxian stayed up all night. Not only did his workload increase overnight, but he also had an extra trouble - Osamu Dazai.

"Mr. Takikawa, Mr. Dazai, you just threw yourself into the river..." The subordinate ran over, breathing a little unsteadily.

"Ah, that's great, the youthful vigor that can commit suicide anytime, anywhere." Takigawa Qingxian lowered his head and wiped the blood on the blade with a handkerchief, his scarlet eyes were emotionless, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Living to the age of 15, Takigawa Qingxian always felt that he was no different from an adult facing a mid-life crisis. Although his hair was still thick, he had no other goals in his mind except to cure Yukiko's illness.

Pay off the debt or something, won't it be settled after death?

Shirai Chi and his great-grandfather—it's as if he has nothing to do with them, they are not important, and what they want to do is not in the scope of his concern.

When he thought that he could live ten years later, together with Osamu Dazai, who always committed suicide, he also lived tenaciously for so long, suddenly he lost his motivation.

"Mr. Takikawa...Mr. Dazai said he wants you to go over..." The subordinate who was in a dilemma spoke cautiously again.

However, the young man half closed his red eyes and swung the knife with his left hand into the scabbard. After a "click", he turned his head and said to his assistant, "Kyono, I'm hungry, go buy rice balls."

"Yes."

"..." The subordinate on the other side had black lines all over his face.

A quarter of an hour later—

The white-haired boy sat on the railing of the bridge with rice balls in his hands to watch Dazai Osamu's water-entry performance. He ate two rice balls under the latter's speechless gaze, and then raised his eyebrows critically, "That's all."

The dark-haired boy immersed in the icy-cold river had a pale complexion, a faint cyan under his eyes, and murmured with his pale lips, "Oh—you're going too far, it doesn't matter even if you ignore me, but it's just that you came here on purpose. Watching a play and making a difference—you are the devil.”

"Huh? Didn't Dazai ask me to come here?" Takigawa Aozuru swayed his legs leisurely in the air with his toes hooked on the herringbone rope of the clogs, his eyes were full of confusion, as if he was asking why the other party said that.

"I feel like I've been watched like a monkey in a circus. Is this your reaction? Tsk, it's really uncomfortable." In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.

The young man in the middle of the river lay on his back on the water, feeling the cold water stimulate his nerves, allowing his chaotic brain to regain his thoughts.

"Forget it, it's too boring—" He didn't want to die under Takikawa's gaze, feeling as astonishing that the other party would set off a salute and sprinkle flowers in front of his tombstone.

unhappy--

Osamu Dazai swam back to the shore weakly, and walked ashore dragging his heavy coat soaked in water.

Takigawa Qingxian looked at him with a disappointed expression, "Forget it? You can't do it like this Dazai, you can't die at all, can you?"

"I, let's choose a good time when Qingxian is not around, because when you appear, everything will become unhappy." The cloth tightly fit Dazai Osamu's thin body, and the slightly curly wet hair was twisted against On the cheek, "This is something that only Qing Xian can do, I have seen it."

"Well, since you're not dead, come back to work—" Takigawa Qingxian turned over and jumped off the bridge railing, putting his hands into his sleeves.

……

"They said they asked me to work...but Qing Xian, how can you just watch from the sidelines?"

Speaking of which, Dazai Osamu is now starting from the grassroots, and he also received additional education from Mori Ogai before. After the overnight great change, he was placed in the team in charge of Takikawa Aozuru to deal with the corpses after the fighting.

Takigawa Qingxian frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground with disgust in his eyes, "Dirty, and are you ordering me?"

"Relying on your high position to threaten newcomers to be lazy during working hours, Qing Xian, you really set a good example."

"Aren't you convinced?" the boy said confidently.

"..." Osamu Dazai stood up and pointed his fingers at him, "The corpses were blown to pieces, didn't they? If Qing Xian used his ability, it would reduce our workload—"

Takigawa Qingxian took a step back, "I don't do idle work, besides, I have already restored the whole street, so what do I want? This is your job, just let me finish it obediently."

"Tch, I don't have any empathy at all..." He really has the potential to be an unscrupulous charterer.

However, under the action of Takikawa's ability, the original unrecognizable street was restored, except for the scattered corpses on the ground, there was no trace of post-battle traces.

However, Osamu Dazai would not let him escape the search easily, "Hey, did you see my hand?"

"..."

"This is the hand that touched the corpse. If Qingxian continues to look at it like this, I'll—" the boy said, taking a step closer with malicious intentions.

Takigawa Qingxian didn't take him seriously at first, but his eyes froze suddenly, and he kicked Osamu Dazai aside.

"Ah-" The boy's body fluttered to the ground lightly.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet quickly brushed past where his head was.

Takigawa Qingxian glanced away, and saw that someone had already shot through the attacker's arm.

After a yell, the others continued to shoot each other.

Takigawa Qingxian walked over, and his eyes fell on the first person to shoot.

It was a young man with reddish-brown short hair, tall and straight, with stubble on his chin, he looked very ordinary, but——

"You have good marksmanship." The boy's tone was neither warm nor cold, but he made an objective evaluation.

"..." Hearing the words, the young man lowered his eyes to look at the Hong Kong black upper class who was younger than him.

"But why choose the arm instead of the heart?" he heard the little boss say.

"Ah..." Oda Sakunosuke was just a low-level employee, and he never wanted to be questioned because of this shot.

Although lower-level members like him rarely have the opportunity to see the upper-level members above the team leader, they have also heard of it from other populations—the young man in front of him is called the "Hong Kong-Black Hound".

The other party acted more decisively and harshly than many adults, and his extremely calm face revealed his extreme calmness about affairs.

So how should he answer?Did he say that although he was in Hong Kong, he held a gun and didn't kill people?I don't know how the other party will react, but this is the truth.

So Oda Sakunosuke planned to speak just like that, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the boy speak on his own.

"Creed, whatever, name?"

The young man blinked slightly, and quickly recovered his voice, "Oda Sakunosuke."

Takigawa Qingxian nodded, and then Dazai Osamu who suddenly appeared grabbed his shoulders from behind.

"Really, Qingxian, sometimes you make a sudden move, it's too rough."

Osamu Dazai unscrupulously put half of his weight on the boy's body, and patted the marks left by the two wooden clogs on his chest with the other hand, and then felt a blur before his eyes, and he was pulled away from the boy by his collar, even just Can maintain balance on tiptoes.

No matter when, he wanted to complain about Takikawa's strange strength, how could he lift him up with one hand with such a thin wrist?

"Odasaku, you are in charge of supervising this guy, don't let him run into the river again."

"Huh?" His surname is Oda, shouldn't he be called Oda?What happened to Odasaku?

The young man belatedly looked at the black-haired boy whose clothes were still wet, but the other party turned his head and looked at him, beckoning to him.

"Hey, you were the first one to shoot just now, right? Your marksmanship is not bad, isn't it shameful to stay at the bottom?" Dazai Osamu was released from Takigawa Qingxian's hands, and turned to the young man, his eyes full of inquiry.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't avoid the boy's gaze at all, grabbed his slightly messy short hair and said, "It's just to make ends meet."

"Just to make ends meet—well, you're really a special guy."

"Dazai, go to work." Takigawa Qingxian pulled his back collar and threw it to the other side.

"It's rude of you to interrupt our conversation like this."

"You can talk while you work."

"cut--"

So why did Mr. Mori let him be with Takikawa?The slug who is also a newcomer is better than this unreasonable brat, at least he can make jokes, and at most he can be punched twice.

But Takikawa... is the most annoying type.

However, he touched him with his hand just now, isn't he a clean freak?It must be hard now.

However, Takigawa Qingxian flicked the touched place with his left hand in the air, rewinding the time of the clothes, and then supervised from the side as if nothing happened.

"..." Tsk.

Oda Sakunosuke had an extra person to take care of him for some reason, and this young man, as the little boss suggested, worked reluctantly while talking to him at the same time.

This is a rare experience. You must know that no mafia would have time to chat during working hours, let alone facing a cold corpse that exudes a fishy smell.

Just when he was going to eat at noon, Dazai Osamu suddenly pulled Oda Sakunosuke's arm and said to Takikawa Qingxian: "I have a good chat with this Oda Sakunosuke, why don't we let him have dinner with us?" Bar?"

"..." In fact, he didn't say much, and he didn't hit it off.

However, Takigawa Qingxian showed a gratified smile, his eyes seemed to be watching his dog finally succeed, "Ah, has the lonely Dazai finally found a friend who is willing to listen to your nonsense? That's really great——" That way no one will bother him, which is great.

"..." Tsk, the important point was skipped again.

"Hey, Odasaku, what do you want for lunch?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Well, curry." By the way, why does this kid call him Oda Saku?

Hearing "Curry", Takigawa Aozuru looked sideways slightly, and Osamu Dazai, who had been paying attention to his reaction, stroked his chin, "Eh——Curry."

"Let's eat curry~"

……

In an ordinary restaurant, Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda sat across from Takigawa Aoken. The black-haired boy held his face in his hands, resting his elbows on the table, and looked at the boy opposite him playfully with his eyes bent.

"Huh? Does Qingxian also want to eat curry? Or did you come together because you didn't want to be left behind?"

"Ah, some people say that it's good to eat curry once in a while, so I came here." Takigawa Qingxian took a sip from the glass filled with clear water on the table, with a very casual attitude, completely unaffected by Dazai Osamu's words fluctuation.

"Eh—that's it~"

"..." Oda Sakunosuke had a question mark on his face, why did he have to be brought along?

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(〃〃ブプトスドックックスックック, I'm late but I'm here

How about changing it to update at [-] o'clock in the future? OUO