After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

"Mr. Mori will definitely kill me..." Dazai Osamu murmured with blank eyes.

"Don't you want to die? Isn't this just right." Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at him, then pointed to a bottle of high-end red wine in front of him, and said very arrogantly, "This bottle, wrap it up!"

"No," Osamu Dazai's mouth twitched, "Mr. Mori will definitely find an excuse to squeeze me to death... This is not a perfect way to die, miss, you are too cruel."

I pretended not to hear, smiled and signed Osamu Dazai's name on the bill fluently, and then Osamu Dazai's subordinates immediately stepped forward consciously, took the things and followed us.

"Ah... It's been a long time since I went shopping this much." After calculating today's harvest, I feel very satisfied. "It's almost noon... what do you want to eat?"

"Crab!" Osamu Dazai, who was originally listless, suddenly cheered up, "Crab, crab, crab!"

"I don't care." Nakahara Chuya said.

"Then let's eat crab meat hot pot." I said casually, "Well...I remember seeing a hot pot restaurant near here before?"

"Turn left at the corner ahead." Dazai Osamu urged me, "That store seems to be newly opened, and there are a lot of people doing activities recently, so there is no place left when I go late."

"Understood," I looked at the big man in black who followed us obediently, and gave an address casually, "Just send the things to xxx, and I will pick them up when the time comes, so you can go."

"Yes." The other party left obediently after bowing.

"This address doesn't seem to be your current residence, miss." Osamu Dazai asked in surprise, "so where did you send it? Miss doesn't have many acquaintances in Yokohama."

"You don't worry about it." I didn't even frown. Of course, it is impossible to keep my own address, so I was very smart and left the address of the Armed Detective Agency... If you want to come to Hong Kong, you will not easily come to the door to settle accounts.

"Speaking of which," I stopped suddenly, "Zhizi-chan, please follow me to the clothing store over there."

The footsteps of Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara also stopped.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at me blankly: "What are you going to do? If you have anything to buy, you can buy it after dinner."

Dazai Osamu looked at me interestingly, "Miss... are you trying to do something to me?"

"Don't get me wrong," I said nonchalantly, "it's just a change of clothes... After all, your clothes are too hot, and it will be even hotter when you eat hot pot. I don't want to get prickly heat from covering it."

Osamu Dazai: "Oh."

Nakahara Nakaya took the first step to occupy a seat, which was strongly requested by Osamu Dazai, and then he and I entered the same fitting room under the strange eyes of the waiter in the clothing store.

The fitting room is not too big, barely able to fit two people in. I took off the bandage and directly covered his eyes, threatening: "If you dare to take it off and peek at it, you will die!"

"Miss, it's too much—" he said like a rascal, "Then what should I do if you see my body?"

I chuckled: "I've already seen what you are afraid of."

Osamu Dazai could only purse his mouth, turn his back to me, and fumbled to change his little skirt without being able to see it. I stood behind him, tried not to look at his body and began to take off his clothes, trying on clothes for a while There was only the sound of rustling clothes being changed.

"Miss," Osamu Dazai suddenly broke the silence. He handed me the two apples on his chest in distress, "What should I do with these two apples?"

I looked disgusted: "You eat them."

"Actually, I think it can be used to the fullest or reused—"

"Dazai Osamu, do you want to die?!"

After finally changing back to my clothes, I tugged at the somewhat short skirt uncomfortably, and stuffed the wig that Osamu Dazai took off into the bag I carried with me. Osamu Dazai was still blindfolded by bandages at this time I heard me ask boredly after changing my clothes, "Miss, can I take off the bandage?"

"Pick it."

After hearing my answer, he immediately took off the bandage excitedly, then re-banded his right eye again and again, and took out several rolls of bandages from nowhere and wrapped them around his body again.

"Ah, the main body is finally back." He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at me with a smile, "Let's go, miss."

When we arrived at the hotpot restaurant, it was full of people inside, and Zhong Yuanzhong also grabbed a corner seat. When we entered, he was poking the vegetables in the hotpot with his chopsticks boredly. When he saw us, he waved his hand symbolically to indicate that he was in here.

"You guys are so slow." Zhong Yuan complained, "I ordered some dishes, do you have anything else you want?"

I got the menu and sat down opposite him, "Let me take a look."

"It's all because Miss is too enthusiastic," Osamu Dazai sat next to me, dragging his chin with one hand, his iris-colored eyes were full of smiles, "You actually did that kind of thing to me in the fitting room ..."

Nakahara's action of poking the vegetables froze.

"I just saw that you couldn't take off your clothes, and I kindly helped you." I browsed the menu without looking up, "It's all because you are too fat, don't say it so strangely."

"Am I fat? I'm obviously slim—" Osamu Dazai complained dissatisfiedly.

"People who are stuck because of belly fat are not qualified to say that."

"That's clearly abdominal muscles~"

"A whole piece of abs? Hehe."

The dishes I ordered were brought out quickly, and the table was full. I looked at the dishes and asked, "Can we eat so much?"

Speaking of weight, I seem to be a little overweight recently...

"No problem," Nakahara Zhongya flicked his chopsticks, "I'm sure I can finish it!"

"Hey, I didn't expect you, Chuya, to be so edible," Dazai Osamu sneered, "Is the idiot reincarnated?"

"Bastard Dazai, do you want to fight?!" Nakahara Chuya rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to hit someone in the face in the next second.

"If you can't eat, I can help." A familiar figure in a white coat came next to Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai, who were fighting, froze immediately.

"Ah, Mr. Mori," I casually picked up a piece of tofu, blew it, and took a bite, "What a coincidence."

"Unfortunately."

The person who came was Mori Ogai, the current leader of the port mafia, because he didn't wear the black windbreaker and suit that he had seen in Hong Kong and Heilong outside, but simply wore a white coat, completely like a doctor. He was dressed in the same clothes, and beside him was a blond loli in a red dress, who sat down very familiarly, staring at the hot pot on the table.

"The leader of Hong Kong gangsters?!" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him very vigilantly, "Why are you here?!!"

"Because I heard that there is a newly opened hot pot restaurant, everyone brought my dear Alice sauce to eat hot pot," Mori Ogai showed a properly surprised expression, "Listen to the voice, this is... Nakaya-kun? Just look at it You really can't tell from the appearance at all, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Zhong Yuan's face turned livid, and he realized that he was currently dressed as a woman...and he just accidentally exposed his dark history to the hostile boss.

"Mr. Mori is really laid-back." Osamu Dazai said lukewarmly, knocking on the glass with his chopsticks boredly, "So that's how it is, all the business affairs have been dealt with."

The corner of Mori Ogai's mouth twitched imperceptibly, thinking of the mountain-like business affairs on the desk, finished?What a joke, if he hadn't received a notice from his subordinates and a bunch of inexplicable bills, he wouldn't have put down his work and hurried over to stop some little bastard from ruining his family.

"Dazai-kun, I always thought you would complete the task quickly," Mori Ogai said politely, "Although it is okay to spend a little to achieve the goal, but..." Did you spend a little too much? ! !

That's not what I spent!And the things I spent the money on were not mine!

Osamu Dazai felt a little blocked.

Hua Ganghei bought a lot of red wine, clothes and accessories, and even Zhongyuan Zhong, who ordered a locomotive that he had long dreamed of, bowed his head guiltyly and drank water silently, pretending that he did not exist.

I showed a properly surprised expression, seemingly persuading, but actually added fuel to the fire and said: "So the money belongs to Mr. Mori? I saw that Dazai-kun signed so readily for me and Chuya, and I thought it was my own money." money."

Mori Ogai: ...

Mori Ogai's eyes shot a death ray at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai: ...Why should I be blamed for my innocence? ! !

"Dazai-kun," Mori Ogai took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down, "So, can you tell me why you spend so much money?"

"I know that," I interjected, "he wants to pick on me and Chuya."

"Pfft!" Zhongyuan Zhong, who was originally drinking water and raised his ears to pay attention to the movement, also spit out a mouthful of water, "cough cough cough what did you say?!"

Osamu Dazai was shocked immediately: "It's not that I don't have one!!!" Are you kidding me, he only likes sweet and soft girls, okay! ! !

I said confidently: "Look at Dazai, he used the excuse of spending money to buy things for Chuya to force him to wear a JK uniform for women, and let me wear this kind of clothes..."

The two people named gave me incredible looks: Isn't this what you asked to wear? !

I continued to smear someone without any burden: "He even made a move on me and Zhongye...everyone saw it on the way here."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Faced with Mori Ogai's increasingly strange eyes, he found that Osamu Dazai's eyes were dead, which could not be explained.

"Cough, cough, Dazai-kun," Mori Ogai covered the corners of his lips with his fist and pretended to cough a few times, "I really didn't expect..."

I calmly took a sip of the barley tea given by the store.

Mmm, it's delicious.

"Then, Chuya-kun," Mori Ogai thought for a while, and decided to change the subject, "You have left the 'sheep' now, what are your plans for the future? How about joining our port mafia..."

"Are you going to be a social animal?" I interrupted him, looking at Chuya Zhongyuan who was a little hesitant, "Follow me back to the Flower Planter's house. After all, Zhongye is an official organization, and there is a law on the protection of minors. You will never squeeze them before you become an adult. If you are a minor, if you are in Hong Kong..." I raised my chin, motioning him to look at Osamu Dazai, "I will be squeezed to death by an unscrupulous boss."

"Miss Huang Shang," Mori Ogai's purple eyes flashed a dark light, exuding a dangerous aura, "Are you trying to rob someone from me?"

"How could it be, Mr. Mori," I showed a hypocritical smile, "This is just a small suggestion for him. After all, Zhongya is only eight years old. When our flower growers are still in elementary school, joining the mafia is too extinct." It's human."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little helpless: "...I am 15 years old."

"No, you are eight years old," I said mercilessly, "Mr. Mori, is it illegal to exploit minors in Japan?"

"Miss Huang Shang was joking," Mori Ogai rested his chin on his hands, half-smiling, "We are the mafia, why do you say that?"

I raised my eyebrows and said, "I don't think Natsume-sensei would think so." Believe it or not, I'll complain to that boss!

Mori Owai showed the same hypocritical expression: "Natsume-sensei... I think he will understand me." Please, I just haven't seen Natsume-sensei for a long time, thank you very much for allowing me to see him again.

"Let me tell you," Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been silent at first, seemed to be holding back something, but now he finally broke out, "I'm the one involved, don't ignore my opinion!"

"Because the dwarf is too small, it's natural to ignore it." Osamu Dazai, who had been secretly eating crab meat in the pot while we were chatting, interrupted, "Mr. and Miss Mori can't be blamed for this."

"Shut up bastard Dazai!" Nakahara said angrily, then looked at Mori Ogai, "Can I ask you a question?"

Mori Ogai was a little surprised: "Please tell me."

"What exactly is the leader of the organization?" Nakahara Chuya asked solemnly word by word.

I was taken aback.

Chuya... Sure enough, he still cares about the 'sheep'.

"The leader of the organization..." Mori Ogai smiled clearly. He stared at the steaming hot pot on the table, but his thoughts drifted away. His words seemed to be to Chuya Nakahara, but also to himself, "The so-called leader, while commanding the organization, is also the slave of the entire organization."

"For the sake of the organization's survival and interests, one must be willing to commit oneself to all kinds of sludge, train subordinates, and arrange them in the most suitable positions. If necessary, throw them away when they are used up. As long as it is for the organization, no matter how inhumane they are, they are willing to do it. Doing... that's called a chief."

He looked out the window, at the bustling crowd outside, at the beautiful city he had sworn to protect.

"Everything I do, I do for this organization and to protect this city that I hold dear."

I squint.

Slave... It's really a rhetoric that fits the three-point concept.

"I see." Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled in relief.

"Your proposal, I agree."

"boss."