Abilities named Huabei

In September 1995, a port somewhere in Yokohama.

The gray-blue sea water rolled with a somewhat salty smell, against the somewhat pale sky.Occasionally, a few seagulls brushed against the boiling waves, nimbly pecked at the fish that surfaced in the sea, and glided to the other side of the coastline with the sea breeze.

The cold wind blew across the pier in Yokohama, I folded my arms a little uncomfortably, looked at the members of Hong Kong gangsters who were walking towards this side not far away, and whispered to the man in a gown standing beside me:

"Boss, here they come."

The person I call "Boss" is the boss of our organization. Except for me who is very down-to-earth and calls him "Boss", everyone in the organization basically calls him Mr. Yucai.Those who are not familiar with the boss basically call him Mr. Zhou.

As the boss of our florist organization [Red Willow Tea Party], the boss is naturally a good-looking talent with an extraordinary bearing.I still remember that the aunt who went to the street every morning to buy multigrain pancakes would add an extra egg and a piece of ham to him, which really made people cry.

Not only that, as the boss of our [Red Willow Tea Party], the boss also maintains a cordial and friendly attitude towards his subordinates. He even brings breakfast to every member in the morning, and even sends a message to our [Red Willow Tea Party] members during the Chinese New Year. Red envelope. .I can assure you that there is absolutely no supernatural organization that can make the atmosphere in the organization the same as that of a group of relatives and friends.

If I want to boast, I can boast for three days and three nights, but the task that should be completed is not vague at all.For example, I didn't want to go to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang this time to negotiate and let me stay in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, but this is also the order of the boss. This time I even accompanied me to Yokohama, it seems that I don't intend to go. Leave me alone.

I unfolded the fan in my hand, looked melancholy at the gray sky, and sighed slightly.

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Port Mafia, it's not the first time I've been to a place like this.Speaking of which, Mr. Nalan and I came here once a few months ago, although the follow-up story is not as good as imagined...

That time we were planning to reconcile in the name of negotiation, but that bad old man lied to us and sent a dozen people with supernatural powers to beat us from one side of Yokohama to the other side of Yokohama, if it wasn’t for me The ability drawn by the Huabei system happened to be the type suitable for escaping. I'm afraid we will have to stay there that day.

Probably seeing what I was worried about, the boss reached out and patted my shoulder before leaving, saying:

"Don't worry, the port mafia has already changed to a new boss. I have greeted him in advance before going, so don't worry about the same problem as last time."

"That bad old man died?!" I was shocked,

"It's only been a few months, right? How did you die?"

"I don't know the specifics." The gentleman paused and continued:

"But there is one thing - the new boss of the Port Mafia is the personal doctor of the original boss."

I got it.

This is the standard offense, but it turned out to be surprisingly satisfying for me, after all, I didn't like the former head of the port mafia at all.If possible, I still hope that the new boss is a cute girl, although this kind of storyline only exists in Japanese light novels...

When we arrived at our destination, members of the Port Mafia were there to greet us.What surprised me was that standing at the head of the crowd was a teenager who looked like he was in his teens, wearing a black windbreaker, with bandages wrapped around his face, neck and arms. a severely disabled person.

The port mafia is simply not a human being. They even squeezed child labor and the disabled to work. This made my impression of the new boss of the Hong Kong blacks even worse.

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw me, but he didn't say anything, and then he took us to the new leader as requested by the Hong Kong black boss.

"Please come in."

I was a little surprised when I heard the voice of the new leader, so I hid behind my husband and glanced at him—it was a little different from what I imagined, the man seemed very young, and the most important thing was that he was quite young. good-looking.Compared with the big bald head of the previous leader, I think the young man in front of me looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhou—who is this next to you?"

When the current Hong Kong black boss saw me, he seemed to hesitate a little, and then looked at the boss suspiciously.

"Huabei." The gentleman said bluntly.

...Wait, boss, you just said my name like that?

"Ah, I remembered." The beautiful uncle was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something,

"I remember you said before that you would entrust a member of your [Red Willow Tea Party] to us, is this one? I thought it would be an adult, but I didn't expect it to be a child."

"It's the size of a child! It's the brain of an adult!" I emphasized.

Don't decide your impression of a person just by appearance!You must know that the cute boy in front of you may be an old guy who has lived for more than 100 years!

"Indeed, but he may not be considered a child." The husband patted me on the shoulder, his tone seemed to contain some deep meaning.

"I understand." Mori Ogai seemed to understand something, and then he looked at me,

"Then what does Mr. Huabei think?"

"Me?" I paused, and answered seriously after a moment of consideration;

"Of course it is to strive for the establishment of a harmonious Hong Kong and black! If I come here, I will learn from my predecessors!"

"puff."

Just after I finished speaking, the brown-haired boy with bandages who didn't look like a nice guy suddenly laughed, and I looked at him inexplicably.

——This guy looks only about sixteen or seventeen years old, right?Is he already working with the BOSS at such a young age... Speaking of which, he was the one who brought someone to meet me before, maybe this guy is still a cadre in the port mafia.

"Of course it's great if you have such an idea." Mr. Mori nodded, even agreeing with me.

"After all, our port mafia intends to make good friends with you [Red Willow Tea Party]. Since we have made this decision, we will not regret it.

"That's true—according to what you said before, Hong Kong and the black side will also open our information port?" Mr. Yucai nodded slightly,

"Of course, we are allies." Mr. Sen smiled, he stood up, and stretched out his hand to Mr.

"Then, happy cooperation."

"En." The gentleman stretched out his hand, and his slightly callused fingers tightly held the other's hand,

"Pleasant to work with."