Miss Izumi

The members of the Hong Kong gangsters in the room gathered together with wine glasses, each with solemn faces, eyes flying wildly, and they communicated silently.

【what to do?Shall we stay here any longer? 】

【if not? !Do you want to listen in! 】

[But it seems that it is not good to interrupt aloud now? 】

【nonsense!Excuse me, Mr. Chuya, waiting to be crushed by gravity! 】【Let's go out quietly? 】

[Can you guarantee that the action will not make any unnecessary noise? 】

【That……】

我们 该 怎么 办?

Everyone sighed in unison, and silently huddled in the corner, trying to reduce their presence in the room.

And the object they "discussed" is not what they thought at the moment, and it's all about sex.

It happened suddenly just now, and the cup in Quan's hand was taken off his hand.

Seeing that the drink in the cup was about to be poured out, it was miraculous that the next second the cup and the drink floated in mid-air without being controlled by gravity, without spilling a single drop.

However, such a picture did not attract the attention of the parties involved.

Izumi, who was lying on the sofa, looked at Chuya Nakahara above him, with a natural expression, without any nervousness or fear on his face.

Those pitch-black eyes were as quiet as a distant and deep midnight, and like a calm pool of water, reflecting the figure of the person in front of him like a mirror.

He broke the brief silence between the two: "My grandpa said..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Although there are bad people in this world, there are also many good people. Compared with bad people, I think you are a good person." He said very seriously, obviously he really thought so.

"..."

Central Plains also suddenly felt a little subtle.

One of the five cadres of the majestic port mafia, he was issued a good person card? ? ?

"Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

"Aren't you worried that you're going to miss it?"

Quan said with a smile: "Then I'm quite lucky, I've never lost my sight."

"...Then why were you tricked into coming to the bar to accompany you?" Nakahara Chuya's expression was a bit indescribable.

Quan said without hesitation: "That's what I promised myself, because I really need this job right now!"

"..." So is this guy really careless or really doesn't understand anything?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was scared and lonely just now.

No reaction at all, really boring.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, Quan raised it unexpectedly.

"?" Zhong Yuanzhong looked at him incomprehensibly.

Quan's gaze stayed on Nakahara Chuya's side face, and his right hand slowly stretched out.Seeing that his fingertips were about to touch the latter's face, his wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by Zhong Yuan Zhongya, and he could not move an inch further.

"What?"

"Here." Quan's wrist was held, but his fingers could still move.He pointed to Nakahara Chuya's face, and said softly, "It seems to be stained with something dirty."

"Huh?" Nakahara Zhong also let go of his hand, straightened up, and rubbed his thumb nonchalantly.

However, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Quan, who was sitting up after him, was still staring at the same place on his face, as if he hadn't wiped the so-called dirty things at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong wiped it impatiently with the back of his hand, regardless of whether he wiped it or not, he just took it as the past.

He turned around and was about to get the wine glass that was controlled by his supernatural power and floated in mid-air.

But Quan came over suddenly, reached out and rubbed his face quickly.

"?!" Zhongyuan Zhong also reacted greatly and moved aside, the wine in the glass was almost spilled because of his movement.

He glared at Izumi, looking like an utterly offended cat.

"What are you doing!"

Quan blinked his eyes, showing confusion, not understanding why Nakahara Zhongya had such a big reaction.

"This..." He stretched out his hand, and there was a little black, toner-like thing on his fingertips.Not much, just a little bit.

"……what."

Zhongyuan Zhong was also at a loss for words.

Quan withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "It's wiped clean now."

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Instead of scaring people, he scared people back. What's the matter?shame!

He rubbed his cheeks that still had a slight warmth, and looked at Quan suspiciously.

This brat... did it on purpose?

After helping Nakahara Nakaya wipe off the dirt on his face, Izumi became curious about the cup floating in midair.

He poked the cup with his hand, but it didn't budge.Increased strength, this time it poked, the cup moved to the right for a certain distance, and then he reached out and pushed the cup to the left—a bit like a cat rolling a ball of wool back and forth.

amazing.

Quan couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"..." Stupid.

Nakahara, who was secretly manipulating the cup, also thought so while holding his chin.

So it was just a coincidence.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly put this matter behind him, and then he said, "Hey, it's time for you to go out."

Hearing this, Quan stopped playing with the cup, hurriedly took the cup out of the air, and gulped down the drink inside.

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked strangely: "Why are you in such a hurry to drink?"

"... Cough!" Quan was choked, and patted his chest to breathe smoothly, and then answered Nakahara Chuya's question, "Didn't you say that I will order ten bottles of wine after I finish this glass?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." This is also a very good climber.

His silence made Quan uneasy. He curled up holding the cup uneasily, and tentatively said, "I, am I being too pushy? Please forgive me, I really need money now..."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and his head was also buried down.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed, waved his hands like waving a fly, and said, "Whatever is up to you is up to you, no need to drink, get out of here."

Quan's eyes lit up, and he wanted to say something, but was blocked by Nakahara Zhongya's sentence, "I'll regret it any more."

However, after putting down the cup, he respectfully bowed to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye with a standard ninety-degree bow.

"Thank you, sir! I can't repay your respect and gratitude. If you need my help in anything, I will definitely die..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt helpless, and interrupted him abruptly: "Okay, okay, what can you do for me? After taking this money, I quit my job as a wine companion. It's the same as the glasses said before. Go find a coffee shop or something and continue working."

When Quan heard this, he hesitated: "But..."

"What's the matter?!" Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at him, causing Quan to shrink back in fright.

"You are out of kindness, but I can't take your help for granted and accept this great gift for nothing."

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that this stubborn, silly boy was so stubborn, did he lack the money for those bottles of wine?I just can't be bothered to argue with him.

He was just about to use supernatural powers to throw people out, when a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Respect and gratitude... I received a big gift for nothing..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, grabbed the note that he threw on the table, and read it word by word.

Send the most expensive foreign wine in our store to the guests in room xxx, and express my highest respect and gratitude to you.

"Foreign wine...thank you..."

Foreign wine...foreign...overseas...

"Could it be?!"

His eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up from the sofa with a "bass", and asked his subordinates who were as quiet as quail with a serious expression: "When will the shipment from Europe arrive at the earliest?"

"Ah, yes..." The subordinate who was suddenly asked was a little confused, but he answered his question honestly, "The first batch of goods shipped from Europe has already entered the warehouse, and now the second batch of goods is still in the warehouse. On the way, about five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and asked again: "Who is watching the goods that have entered the warehouse now?"

"It's the second team under Mr. A."

"Tsk, is that guy..." Zhong Yuanzhong also pouted, and strode towards the door, "Go! There are guys who don't have long eyes who want to snatch our goods, go to the pier and have a look!"

"Yes!" The gangster members threw away the wine glasses in their hands one by one, and stood up in unison.

The person closest to the door opened the door, and Nakahara Chuya was just about to step out, but was reminded by his subordinates: "Mr. Chuya, then she..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head, only then realized that the conversation he had just had with his subordinates did not avoid Quan at all.

The latter seemed to understand that he was in a bad situation when he heard the conversation, so he covered his mouth and carefully shrank himself in the corner of the sofa, lest they notice her.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Leave someone to watch her. If she dares to run or do unnecessary small moves, deal with it directly."

"Yes!"

Quan suddenly turned pale with fright.

After Zhongyuan Zhong also gave his orders, he led his subordinates out of the private room without looking back.

After he left, the man in black who stayed and looked at Quan pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist, and gestured towards Quan, the threat was self-evident.

Quan hugged his knees and curled up on the sofa, with his head bowed, his long hair hanging down, covering his face and the smile on his mouth.

He glanced at the fingertips that Zhongya had wiped the dirty things just now, and the "toner" left on the fingertips disappeared instantly, as if the appearance just now was just an illusion.

It's actually true to say that, because the so-called "dirty things" are things he made out of illusions.

Izumi rested his chin on his knees, and his eyes drifted to the cup he had just drank from.Recalling the two glasses of "wine" Zhongyuan Zhongye poured for him before, he couldn't help but licked his lower lip.

To be honest, he has a keen sense of smell, even if the surrounding alcohol smell is very disturbing, he can still distinguish the wine in the glass from the drink.

Although he lost his memory, when he tasted the first sip of wine, he somehow felt that he should be able to drink quite well.

So the previous performance was naturally all pretending.

The only thing that surprised him was that the "wine", which was supposed to be very spicy, turned out to be so sweet after careful tasting.

Quan rubbed his fingertips and narrowed his eyes happily.

You have to know that there are many bad people in this world.

Of course he knows, Mr. Chuya.

Because you were unlucky enough to meet him.