Miss Izumi

A spice mix with hallucinogenic effects?

Zhongyuan did not doubt Quan's judgment.Because of this, his face was very ugly.

Although he decided to come to this western restaurant on the spur of the moment, because he had to call to make an appointment, the other party did have the opportunity and time to ambush in advance - of course, the one who can do this is basically knowing that they will come here The restaurant staff didn't run away.

But, what is the purpose of the person who attacked them?Is it an indiscriminate attack on the customers who enter the store, or a conspiracy against them?

One question after another, no matter what the answer is, the only thing Nakahara Chuya can be sure of now is.

he is very angry.

With a "boom", the entire ground collapsed, and the clean and bright floor cracked like spider webs.The domineering wind blows away the fine stones and scattered dust, sweeping away the surrounding area.

The rubble bounced off the wall like bullets, leaving holes of varying sizes.

There was such a big movement, but Quan was not affected in the slightest, and he was still sitting in the wheelchair smoothly.The table in front of them has also been well preserved, and the steak in question still needs further investigation.

Zhong Yuan got up and said to Quan: "Wait for me here."

"Yeah." Quan nodded obediently, watching Zhong Yuan put on his hat and long coat, and opened the door of the private room where they were.

Hearing the loud noise from the private room, the waiter who was waiting outside the door just raised his hand and was about to knock on the door to ask about the situation of the guests inside, but in the end he had a face-to-face meeting with the sinking Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"First, sir?"

The waiter inadvertently swept across the mess in the house, and then glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who was in a very unhappy mood, trembling all over, not understanding what happened.

In the next second, he was picked up by an invisible big hand and smashed to the floor!And the folding knife hidden in his hand also fell a few meters away with a bang.

His body seemed to be filled with lead, it was extremely heavy, sinking inch by inch.In addition, he seemed to be able to hear the "creaking" sound of the bones in his body, which was overwhelmed.

For a moment, he really thought that he would be crushed to pieces by the gravity that was placed on him.

Zhong Yuan also stepped on the waiter's back, and the latter let out a "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Say, what is your purpose, who sent you here?!"

The waiter was silent.

"Tsk!" Zhong Yuanzhong smacked his lips impatiently, exerting more force on his feet.

"Ahhh-!"

Of course, the movement here cannot be hidden from other people in the restaurant.

After a while, the manager of the western restaurant hurriedly brought people over.When he saw Nakahara Chuya and the waiter at his feet, his expression changed several times.

"This, this guest..."

"Ang?" Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head to look over, moved his wrist and knuckles, and made a crisp "click" sound, "Hey, why are you so small? You really look down on me, don't you?"

A maniacal smile appeared on his face.

"Quan, it's going to be a little noisy, cover your ears."

"Oh." Quan obeyed obediently.

"That... is there some misunderstanding..." The manager took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What are you pretending to be?" Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the person behind the manager, "Even if you want to pretend, you should tell your subordinates to hide the gun in their pants, right?"

The manager's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed out.

But as soon as he turned his head, he suddenly realized: he was scammed!

The manager's face turned "shua", as black as the bottom of a pot.

At this time, the figure of Chuya Zhongyuan disappeared in place, and the speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left.

The manager's heart skipped a beat, and he ordered without hesitation: "Shoot!"

"Suddenly—"

The few people who followed him stepped forward, picked up the submachine guns hidden behind them, and fired in one shot.However, this style of play didn't hurt Zhong Yuanzhong at all, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Is this what you are capable of?!"

"what--!"

Accompanied by a scream, there was another rumbling sound of the floor being destroyed in the corridor.

Sitting in the private room, Quan, listening to the movement outside, rested his chin in boredom, and shifted his gaze to the waiter lying at the door.

The latter was suppressed by the gravity of Zhongye in the Central Plains, and his body could not move an inch.The attack just now made all the bones in his whole body screaming and hurting like crazy, as if his whole body was being run over by a big truck back and forth.

He frowned, breathing heavily, and looked very bad.

Izumi glanced inside the room.

In a private room like this, it stands to reason that there should be no monitoring or the like.

But...the identities of the staff in this restaurant seem to be questionable, and there is no guarantee that there will be no listening and monitoring equipment left in the private room.

So it's better to be careful.

Although...he was really curious about the purpose of the other party attacking them.

But, you can’t do big moves, but you can still do small moves.

Thinking of this, Quan tried to push the wheelchair himself.But he seemed to have forgotten that the floor under his feet was fine, but the surrounding floors were violently destroyed by Zhongye Zhongye.Therefore, the moment the wheelchair was pushed, he fell headlong into the sunken pit.

"oops!"

His exclamation attracted the attention of the waiter, who couldn't help but lift his eyelids, and glanced at the spring that was so stupid that he threw himself into the pit.

Quan raised his head, his thick long black hair covered most of his face, looking a bit embarrassed.And from the gap in the hair, a pair of eyes were exposed, quietly looking at the waiter.

If this is the Ninja Continent where Izumi was born, if the waiter knows a guy named Senshou Banma, if he also knows that the person in front of him is a Uchiha who has opened Sharingan, then he should understand a truth—— Never look him in the eye.

It was just a split second, so short that he couldn't even catch it with the naked eye, and he was dragged into a fantasy world where the geometry of time flow was unknown by those eyes that suddenly turned scarlet.Then, without him realizing it, he told Quan all the information he knew.

This group of guys has a companion with the ability to adjust fragrances, and can freely control the onset time of the effects of the spices they adjust.

Considering the flavor it brings out, they sprinkle spice on the meaty steak, which can be further covered with seasoned black pepper.Even the knife that was kicked away by Zhongyuan Zhongye, as well as the bullets that the group of people are using now, are also coated with such supernatural spices.

According to the original plan, the supernatural spices that were eaten by the Central Plains, or drilled into the blood along the wound, would take effect that night.

In the hallucinations, Nakahara also imagined an extremely powerful enemy who wanted to destroy Yokohama.Under the orders of Mori Ogai, he will cooperate with his former partner Osamu Dazai to activate "filth" and destroy the enemy.

However, there is no enemy to destroy Yokohama, no orders from Mori Ogai, and no appearance of Osamu Dazai.

The only thing that will happen is the matter that Zhongya himself can control, and the matter of turning on the filth.

Needless to say, the enemy that needs to be eliminated is fictional, and Nakahara Nakaya is the one who destroyed Yokohama.

At this point, the waiter can't say more useful information.Maybe there are more action plans behind them, but as far as he is concerned, that's all he knows.

But there is one more thing that Quan finds interesting.

This group of people called this operation: the first phase of the Huangbatu seizure plan.

"Desolate tyrant spit and seize"?

This can be interesting.

As far as Quan knew, Huangbatu was a mysterious thing that once gave him a claw in Zhongye's spiritual world.But he only knew the name of the thing, and he didn't know what it was exactly—or he didn't have time to understand it at all.

His mental trauma has not fully recovered, and there is still an unknown danger - that is, Huangbatu - stalking, even if Quan wants to explore the spiritual world of Zhongye in the Central Plains again, he has to weigh it carefully.

Or... wait for his Sharingan to improve...

Huh?

Quan's mind suddenly exploded with a big ball of white light, instantly clearing all his thoughts.

It took about two or three seconds for Quan to react.

Could it be that……

Quan frowned, lost in thought.

This is his subconscious mind reminding himself, isn't it time to think about this issue?So, could his amnesia also be related to "the next stage of Sangouyu Sharingan"?

In today's situation where the answer cannot be verified, it is useless to think so much, it just adds to the trouble.

Quan sighed in his heart, and decisively threw away these messy things.

compared to those...

Quan held his growling stomach, took another look at the delicious but inedible steak, lay down on the table depressed, and sighed silently.

Not long after, the movement outside stopped, and the entire corridor became extremely quiet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also kept his mouth alive, and was going to take it back and throw it to the torture squad for investigation.Then he called his subordinates and asked them to take care of the follow-up here.

Patting the non-existent dust on the jacket, Zhong Yuanzhong also passed the enemies who were lying on the ground, and returned to their previous private room.

Then as soon as he entered the door, he saw Quan lying on the table.The other party was staring at the fragrant steak in front of him with bitterness and hatred, his cheeks were bulging like a white, plump and soft Daifuku full of stuffing.

"..." What kind of small animal is cruelly abused by an unscrupulous owner, but it can only look at the delicious food but not eat it?

Hearing the sound, Quan raised his head in a jerk, and looked over with prickly eyes: "Mr. Chuya!"

"Cough, um." Zhong Yuan Zhong also responded in a calm tone, and then added, "There are still some things to deal with here, I asked my subordinates to bring a lunch box, and eat that later... Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's not Mr. Chuya's fault." After Quan pouted his lips, he changed his voice and asked again, "What's for lunch?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out his mobile phone and asked without looking up, "What do you want to eat?"

Quan seemed to be waiting for his words, and said without thinking, "Cake?"

Nakahara Chuya: "... Whose bento do you see are cakes?"

"That's right..." Quan scratched his face in embarrassment.

Having said that, Nakahara Chuya still sent an email to his subordinates, asking him to buy another cake when he came over.

He had just put away his phone, and before he could say anything to Izumi, the latter suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at the waiter lying behind Nakahara Nakaya, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Nakaya! He..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt bad, and turned his head abruptly.

The waiter opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out of his throat.His eyes were wide open, his seven orifices were bleeding, his body twitched for a while, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

"!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also checked his breathing and pulse, and the results were self-evident.Then he went to check the situation of other enemies, and found that one by one, they all had the same situation as the waiter.

The whole process took less than a minute, and right under his nose, all the enemies died silently, leaving no one alive.

Zhongyuan Zhong also sank like water, and slammed his fist on the wall beside him.

"hateful!"