[Comprehensive] The world is being reset

The night is hanging high, and the moon is in the sky.

In the night, the brown-haired man I just met today turned out from the corner of the street, the cigarette between his fingers lit a red dot in the night, "Ah, I was discovered, I thought I hid it well. "

Picking up the cigarette casually, the man smiled indifferently, "When did you find out?"

"Of course it was at the beginning."

Originally, Izumo Kusanagi could send the Sawada brothers and sisters back by himself, but Zhou Fangzun would not have sat in the co-pilot seat if he hadn't found a powerful character following him as soon as he went out.

According to the degree of laziness of that guy, he had already gone upstairs to sleep at this time, so he might not even be able to eat.

"Ah, brother, you are really sharp."

"So, Mr. Shamar. Didn't you say you've gone back?"

Under Kusanagi Izumo's vigilant gaze, Shamar, who had changed into a suit and reappeared, smiled helplessly, "I can't help it. I have to make sure that the little princess is home safely before returning to my life."

Kusanagi Izumo flicked the cigarette ash with his slender fingers, looked at the seemingly ordinary houses not far away that were lit up in the night, and shrugged helplessly, "Okay, although I have expected it, but listen to what Mr. Shamar said. It means that the identities of Brother Zetian and Mi-chan are really not ordinary."

"It's more than unusual..." Shamar put one hand in his trouser pocket, and turned to look in the direction of Ze Tianzhai, "It's really scary."

"Oh?"

"So I advise you, it's best not to hit their minds."

"It's late." Kusanagi Izumo smiled not very sincerely, "They are already members of the Red Clan."

"Oh, then there is no other way." When Shamar heard the news, he had an expression of indifference, as if his warning just now was a casual joke.

In the SUV, the Red King, who was waiting impatiently, knocked on the window.Kusanagi Izumo glanced back, "Since Xiaoya and Sawada brother have arrived home, Mr. Shamar should leave too."

"Of course, I don't have the perverted habit of standing downstairs with a little girl all night." Shamar casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, then turned around and waved his hand, "Let's go."

Kusanagi Izumo watched him turn and leave coldly, then got into the SUV and started the car.

Back at HOMRA, the unscrupulous boys had just had dinner, and warmly greeted their king and Kusanagi Izumo to come and eat together.

"Brother Zetian and Xiao Mi have already been sent back?" Ten bundles of Duo Duoliang filled a bowl of rice and handed it over.

"Yes, it was delivered safely." Kusanagi Izumo took the bowl and put it in front of Zhou Fangzun, then reached out to take the next bowl from Shishu, "Ah, thank you."

"Didn't you say there was someone following behind? Who is that guy?"

"I just met today, the Italian who claimed to be a doctor."

"It's him?" Hatta Misaki stopped waving her chopsticks and frowned, "I said, what does that guy mean, is it really credible?"

"'Trident' Shamar, the number one mafia doctor and killer in the Italian underground forces. That guy is not an unknown little guy."

"Huh?" Misaki Hatta's eyes widened in disbelief, recalling the middle-aged man who was dragged back by him and looked like a good-for-nothing uncle, "Is that guy so dangerous?"

"Very dangerous." Kusanagi Izumo's eyes wandered, and he murmured to himself in a low voice, "Although, compared to his own danger, he is more famous for his romantic history..."

"What?" Misaki Hatta didn't hear clearly, and looked at him suspiciously.

"No, it's nothing, it's not important." Kusanagi Izumo raised his hand to support his forehead, "In short, that guy still has a certain reputation. What he said, you can still believe it."

Misaki Hatta frowned slightly, "That is to say, brother Zetian and the others really have something to do with the underworld in Italy?"

"As far as they are personally concerned, they certainly don't know it themselves. But the rest of the family may not..." Izumo Kusanagi picked up the chopsticks and said thoughtfully, "Speaking of it, Brother Zetian seems to be in love from beginning to end. No mention of their father."

"So you mean, Sawada's father is the one whose family is involved with the Italian mafia, or he himself is a member of the Italian mafia?" Fushimi Saruhiko, who is usually in a lazily standby state Rarely became interested, and analyzed calmly, "If you really look at it this way, you can use a character like 'Trident' Shamar to protect your family, even if he himself is not low in the power he belongs to. , there are only a few families in Italy that can do this.”

"Sah, who knows." Kusanagi Izumo spread his hands indifferently, "According to what we saw today, Xiamarsang obviously knew the gang of kidnappers. What do you think, sir?"

The red-haired man glanced at him lazily, and stretched out his chopsticks with disinterest, "It's just that the bugs in the same faction fight each other."

"Heh." The blond young man tilted his head slightly, showing a calm smile, "Ah, what a coincidence, I thought so too."

"Yada-chan, don't grab my tempura!"

"Whispering, isn't there more on the plate!"

"It's gone! Ahhh, you bastards, I've been looking forward to it for days, and today it's finally my turn for assorted tempura!"

"Kamamoto-san is still so obsessed with food~"

"If you know, don't rob me!"

"Whispering, if you're a man, don't be so stingy!"

"Yada-chan, you have the nerve to say that you are the first to take the lead!"

"Tsk, it's so noisy." The red-haired Wang turned his head to one side impatiently.

Amidst the background sound of flying dogs and dogs jumping like this, Kusanagi Izumo quickly grabbed the last tempura on the plate and put it into his own bowl, and continued to calmly analyze, "The group who kidnapped Brother Sawada today are One faction, Zetian’s brother’s father obviously belongs to another faction. Although Shamarsang belongs to the same faction as them, he is probably in neutral. Or, on the surface, it is neutral, at least before today, it should be No one knew that he was actually on the side of Sawada's brother's father."

"It's just that the factional struggle has become so fierce that it takes the innocent children of the opponent's family to be stabbed? It seems that the situation of this faction is not stable."

"Peng Gelie." Zhou Fangzun, who had always been listless and didn't seem to care about the topic they were discussing, said suddenly, "The guy who takes the lead is Federig, the favorite general of Peng Gelie's ninth generation boss." .”

"Oh?" Kusanagi Izumo was slightly taken aback, "You actually cared about this?"

"I saw the information by chance."

"Well, it's surprising. You are quite competent as a king once in a while." Kusanagi Izumo said and then curled his lips.

"Peng Lie..." A smile appeared on the face of the young man Qingjun, showing great interest.

"That's a big guy."

The capital of Sicily, Palermo.

Flickering candles, narrow aisles in the dim view, a small figure stepped on the red floor tiles, walked through the long and long aisle with many traps, and came to a room with seven huge murals, and then walked to the painting. He stopped in front of the picture looking at the sky, and tapped the mural three times.

With a "squeak", the mural, which was taller than the average gate, automatically moved away, and the small figure walked in.

"You're here, reborn."

The gray-haired old man sat in a chair in the center of the room and smiled, looking at the child-like figure in a black suit.

"Long time no see, boss." The killer, who could be said to be very cute in appearance, kissed his hand respectfully and politely.

"Ah, long time no see. Shamar is back from Japan."

"Heh," the black-haired killer snorted coldly, "it's a pity that he came back with all his beard and tail."

"Hehe, don't say that, he did a good job in this task. Have you cleared up the follow-up finishing work?"

"It's all over, except for those that can't be dealt with."

"Ah, that." The old man who couldn't tell he was a mafia boss smiled very gently, "That's something that can't be helped, after all, they saved those two children."

"Is it okay to let those two children get close to those people? Although he has not been considered yet, Tsunayoshi Sawada is one of Pengelie's heirs after all. As a candidate for the next outside advisor, her safety is also worthy of consideration. The people of the Red Clan in Japan..." The dark pupils of the black-haired killer sank, "It's not an ordinary danger."

"Ahaha, it doesn't matter." The gray-haired old man smiled heartily, "That is the choice of those two children after all. Don't worry, I trust them."

"Since you said so..." The black-haired killer lowered his eyes slightly, "So, what about Federig. As your favorite student, after committing such a thing, how are you going to deal with him?"

"Ah, that child." The old man's eyes, which were as clear as a cloudless sky, dimmed for a moment. "Although he was bewitched by others, he went on the wrong path after all. It is a big taboo to do anything to innocent family members."

"I see." The black-haired killer stretched out his small hand and pushed the brim of his top hat, "I will handle it myself."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, reborn."

The corner of the young boy's lips hooked slightly, he turned and left after saluting.But when he got to the door, he stopped suddenly.

"I heard that you released a person to Japan recently?"

"Yeah, he asked the Pengelie family for help, and I agreed to his asylum application."

"Although I agree with your approach in terms of procedures, but..." the black-haired killer raised his head, his dark eyes met the old man sitting on the chair, "That is not a simple guy, Jiudaime, even I They can't see through him."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Peng Lie Jiudai smiled with his brows bent and kind eyes, "Although he may not be a simple person as you said, but I believe he is a good boy."

"hope so."

"Haha, count the time, that child should have set foot on Japanese territory by now."

Tokyo, Japan, Haneda Airport.

The boy with a large suitcase was wearing a beige loose sweater and washed white jeans, leaning casually at the gate of the airport, waiting for the arranged person to pick him up.Looking up at the sky, which was as blue as a cloud without a trace of floating clouds, the young man lazily fiddled with the broken hair hanging on his forehead.

"Well, we're back here again. How do we say hello in the future? Long time no see, Sawada-kun?"

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