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Nakahara Nakaya stood in front of Saitama, watching the man in the winter coat quickly move away without catching up.

"He may have something to do with your life experience." Saitama whispered, "Maybe he has some clues."

It was going to be dark soon, and there were only clouds stained red by the sun on the horizon in the distance, while the Radium Bowl Street below the horizon was completely in shadow.

When Raihachi Street behind Saitama was completely dark,

"It's still too late to catch up with him."

"You go. It's you he's looking for, and I'll be fine."

If that man really wants to do something to Saitama, it is actually unlikely that he escaped intact like now, and even called Chuya Nakahara.

That handsome man probably just wanted Saitama to call Nakahara Chuya.

"Going back." Zhong Yuan stared at the direction where the man left for a while, "Go back to eat sushi."

"Aren't you going to catch up?" Saitama knew how much the orange-haired boy cared about his life experience.

Nakahara Nakaya pulled Saitama back, "He can't run away."

He was not in a hurry to catch up for a while, so as to leave Saitama alone.

"If he leaves Yokohama now, it will be very difficult to find him again." Saitama thought of the worst possibility.

"You can always find it." Nakahara insisted.

It's better than leaving Saitama alone,

"When Mr. Dazai and the others come, we can ask them for help." Saitama quickly thought of a solution.

Oda came the fastest. He doesn't really like sushi, but he likes wine, and he likes all kinds of wine.

"Am I late?" The young man with half-length hair pushed down the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses reflected the light in the room.

"Mr. Ango, come in quickly." Saitama was a little happy.

When the people from the Mafia intelligence unit came, it was much easier to inquire about the news.

"Mr. Dazai hasn't come yet." Saitama opened the door and looked outside, but didn't see the figure of the familiar boy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly walked to the window, closed the window, locked the lock, and drew the curtains, all in one go.

"Small, short, son." Dazai Osamu squatted at the door to change shoes, "Your house shoes are not inner, extra, and tall. I don't know if there are such high-heeled house shoes, you can wear them! "

The main feature of home shoes is convenience and comfort. In many cases, styles are not even considered.

The house shoes Nakahara wears are the same style as Saitama’s Sanhuamao and Lucky Cat doll plush slippers. The soles are very soft and comfortable, but relatively thin.

Compared with the inner heightening commuter shoes, Nakahara Nakaya looks a little short now.

"Mackerel!" Zhong Yuan didn't rush up, but said calmly, "Today there is only one can of fruit wine, and I don't plan to share it with you."

"Chuya." Saitama pulled Nakahara Chuya to sit down, "That's fine."

After sitting cross-legged, the height difference is not so obvious.

The sushi on the table has been carefully arranged and looks very beautiful, but the most popular one is the fruit wine with a little wine taste and light fruit color.

But it didn't say that the man might have something to do with Nakahara Chuya's life experience.

Ango Sakaguchi took a sip of the fruit wine in the glass. The light alcoholic taste mixed with rich fruity aroma and a hint of sweetness, it was more like a drink-like cocktail prepared by the bar, "I don't have enough authority right now .”

But that doesn't mean he has no clues.

"I, know, know." Osamu Dazai ran to Qitama and squatted down, holding a whole can of fruit wine in his hand.

Because Zhongyuan Zhong refused to give him fruit wine, he actually didn't get to drink it at first.

But now, he has a new can in his hand!

"Dazai!" Nakahara also recognized it, it was the fruit wine he hid in the most secret corner of the closet, and when he didn't notice, Dazai found it.

"Can you tell me the clue?" Saitama heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the fruit wine was found again.

Osamu Dazai retreated holding the can, squatted in the corner, and took a sip in front of Chuya Nakahara, "Ango, I will give you permission."

Although he is not yet one of the five major cadres of the mafia, he is now fully in charge of the mafia intelligence force and has sufficient authority.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed down the round glasses and said, "According to Mr. Saitama's description, that man should be Rantang. A member of the Mafia, with special spatial abilities. He joined the Mafia about seven or eight years ago. I rarely interact with people, so I don’t have any more information to disclose.”

"So he's a member of the Mafia." Saitama's cheeks were still swollen, he couldn't eat sushi, and he couldn't drink fruit wine. He just cooked some soft porridge for himself, and ate it in small bites.

Mr. Lantang has something to do with Chuya Nakahara's life experience, and Lantang himself is a member of the Mafia.

It seems that Zhongyuanzhong has also been involved with the Mafia through complex logical relationships.

"If you have a chance, ask him." Oda said.

Compared with colleagues who are not familiar with or have not met much, Oda Sakunosuke is obviously more willing to stand by his friends.

"Come and eat curry when you're free, it's spicy." Saitama said immediately.

Now that he already knew the man's identity and was related to the Mafia, Qiyu suddenly became less anxious.

After seeing off Dazai, Oda, and Ango, Saitama glanced at the orange-haired boy standing in the corner sullenly, and asked inadvertently, "Chuya, did you have any fruit wine?"

"I didn't drink a single sip. I had a share, but it was stolen by the mackerel. He also found the whole can of fruit wine that I hid. Not only did he not return it to me, he refused to give me a sip! "There is also deep resentment in the Central Plains.

Saitama thought for a while and said, "I'll buy it next time I have a chance."

That's all I can say.

The young man's obsession with fruit wine was a bit beyond his imagination. It was obviously just a little alcohol-flavored drink. It seemed that after fighting like this, the taste became a top-notch wine.

However, because of the swollen cheeks caused by encountering the monster in the morning, Saitama did not exercise.

"It's a good thing." Zhong Yuanzhong also said happily.

"You can use hot compresses today to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Saitama found a hot water bottle that was only used in winter, filled it with hot water, and put it on his cheeks when he was free.

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be very busy, he came to the clinic with him, arrived at the door, saw him enter, and then ran away impatiently.

Probably wanted to find Lan Tang.

Mafia office building.

In the chief's office on the top floor, the expensive velvet carpet has been removed, no longer covering the antique dark floral wood floor.

The textured wooden windows did not affect the lighting in the office, but it was better than the green glass before.

"Lantang." Standing in front of the leader's desk, Osamu Dazai whispered a name, "Maybe he can break them up."

The order to dismantle Saitama and Nakahara Chuya has not been completed for a long time. Up to now, Dazai Osamu has even found a perfect excuse and breakthrough.

"Maybe we can join forces with Zhongyuan Zhongye in this matter, and he will be willing."

"Dazai, you are in charge of this matter."

Obviously, the leader of the mafia still hasn't given up the opportunity to absorb his favorite king of sheep, and make every opportunity.

Nakahara Chuya would naturally agree to cooperate with Osamu Dazai for the time being. For this reason, he even came to the Mafia office building early and waited for Osamu Dazai to come out.

But even so, they understood the meaning of both sides in an instant.

Cooperation, achieve.

clinic.

Saitama poured out the not-too-hot water from the hot water bag, replaced it with freshly boiled hot water, wrapped it with a towel, and continued to press it against his face.

"Hopefully the swelling will subside soon."

"Being a doctor in a clinic and looking hurt can create a feeling of mistrust in patients."

"Oh, I want to eat chewy rice, not porridge."

The light white porridge with only rice fragrance is fine once in a while, but if you drink more than two consecutive meals, you will miss the rich and colorful tastes of other foods.

However, the swollen cheeks did not shift according to one's will, they were still swollen, and the speed of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis was also very slow.

"I investigated you."

Qiyu turned her head and saw Lantang appearing suddenly, but she didn't think it was unexpected.

"No history, no superpowers, it looks very ordinary." Lan Tang kept staring at Saitama's hot water bottle, and then looked away with difficulty, "You know a lot of people, and they are all extraordinary."

And this incident itself means that Saitama is not an ordinary person.

"What's your purpose in coming to me?" Saitama tried to guess.

Lan Tang said, "You can't escape."

The clinic windows were all closed, and Saitama didn't have enough chance to run over, open the windows, and jump out.He also doesn't have a powerful enough ability to create an opportunity, so he has only one escape direction: the door.

"You can't stop me from casting my abilities."

"Strength space."

"In my space, I am the decisive king."

Qiyu looked left and right, and found that the clinic space had been isolated, and now he might not be able to open the door and run out.

But the door of the clinic was still open, and there was an old man with a death scythe standing outside.

"Why did you attack me?" Saitama narrowly dodged the old man's scythe and retreated to the corner, "Do I have a conflict of interest with you?"

Maybe not.

"I want to know your background." Lan Tang said.

"I want to know how a person who has never been traced appears in Yokohama."

"It's very important to me."

Qiyu backed away again, "There are many people who appear inexplicably in this world, and you can't understand them all. Why do you need to ask the bottom line like this?"

"But I trapped you." Lan Tang was unmoved.

The city and experience of an adult man can always easily see through the hidden thoughts in the heart of a young man.

"You're stalling for time."