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There is only so much information on the man, and after getting enough information, he is instantly useless.

"He wants to use 100 billion U.S. dollars to buy a mafia cadre position." Saitama said the news he got from Mori Ogai, "Mr. Mori would like to agree, but I don't agree with this matter."

"It's too dangerous to let this kind of person out. I don't know how many people will be deceived."

Osamu Dazai made a gesture of wiping his neck, he meant to kill.

Now the mafia intelligence unit is in the hands of Osamu Dazai, and the martial arts faction is in the hands of Saitama. The troops led by the remaining cadres are not very close to Mori Ogai, and the leader Mori Ogai has no intention of mobilizing. so easy.

Therefore, the decision made by Saitama was quickly carried out by the two major forces.

By the time Mori Ogai knew about it, the matter had already been settled, and the teenagers had already left the Mafia office building, and it was unknown where they had gone.

"100 billion US dollars, all donated."

"The cadres are gone."

"The two major forces also ran away."

The mafia leader who suffered a huge loss could only write out a huge IOU, and planned to give it to Qiyu when he saw him.

Because they are going to participate in a grand banquet on the cruise ship, Saitama and Nakahara Chuya's existing supermarket promotional cheap clothes are definitely not suitable, so they need to buy them temporarily.

Fortunately, the two major forces of the mafia have special activity funds. Saitama and Osamu Dazai transferred the funds at the same time, and went to the most prosperous commercial street in Yokohama to buy dresses.

"Buy it for Zhongye first."

"Chung Ye looks good in anything."

Entering a store, Saitama immediately pushed Chuya Nakahara forward, "Go and change a few sets first, let me see."

The tips of the orange-haired boy's ears turned red quietly, "Just get a set."

"I need to change it first." Saitama pushed him into the dressing room and handed him a whole set of clothes.

The boy stood in the locker room, blushing and warned, "You, don't come in."

"Hey, a machine without emotion, I want to change into new clothes, you, come in, come, help me look at nei."

Hearing the voices outside, Zhongyuan quickly opened the door, pulled Saitama who was guarding outside, and closed the door with a bang.

"You are not allowed to see the mackerel." The two of them stayed in the narrow locker room at the same time, and the boy's face became even redder.

"I'm not going." Saitama promised.

"Mackerel is very cunning, you, you don't want to go out..."

In fact, even a complete set of dresses, especially men's dresses, is usually a suit, and it does not include all the clothes.

So changing clothes does not actually need to be completely changed.

Qiyu watched Nakahara Nakaya change his clothes one by one, and put on his shoes at the end, and couldn't help but asked, "Are the cartoon socks a bit incompatible with the suit?"

"It's covered by the trousers, so others can't see it." Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly put on his shoes.

"That's perfect." Saitama breathed a sigh of relief.

The perfect figure of a young man is a ready-made clothes rack. Even if he wears a suit that requires a body shape, he can still show the most perfect side.

No matter what style or color suit, it can hold up perfectly.

Qiyu was dazzled by the sight, and felt that all of them were very suitable for Nakahara Chuya, "Chuya, let's buy them all."

"You, you have made your decision."

Saitama buys beautiful, elegant, gentlemanly, noble, and even ruffian suits of different styles.

"A machine without emotion, help me choose."

"We buy the same style."

Osamu Dazai sent a sincere invitation.

Saitama refused expressionlessly, "You look so good-looking, and you must look better in clothes. I have an ordinary appearance, and I am not that tall. Wearing the same dress as yours, wouldn't it be your perfect control group? I ,don't want."

"Hey, a machine without emotion, when the time comes, I will wear a mask so that no one can recognize me, and I will hide behind you so as not to steal your light."

"That doesn't work either. I'd rather be with Zhongye than you. He's the best in my mind."

Mackerel fell to the ground and couldn't afford it, so he casually chose a few suits and bought them to finish.

It was Saitama's turn. Because of his limited personal conditions, he was very limited in the selection of dresses. In the end, he chose two sets of dresses that were exactly the same.

Nakajima Janos Dun followed the example of the teacher and chose the completely uncharacteristic one.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke followed suit.

The Mafia also has fixed docks and businesses in the port of Yokohama, as well as other smaller cruise ships and yachts except for the cruise ship that was driven away.

The speed of the cruise ship is not very fast, it seems that it specially gave everyone time to catch up.

And because of the hostages on the cruise ship, all forces in Yokohama also tried their best to get the invitation and rushed to the cruise ship.

"The cruise ship was originally the property of the mafia, and the former leader used it more times. Later, because it was too extravagant and wasteful, and there was not so much liquidity in the account to squander, Mr. Sen temporarily suspended it."

And because of Mori Ogai's deliberate shelving, few people paid attention.

Osamu Dazai could only find out so much information. As for when the cruise ship started to prepare to leave, and who was secretly operating it, all of this was unexpectedly not found at all.

In the end, we can only follow the arrangement of the other party: go to the cruise ship to check in person.

When he got close to the cruise ship, Chuya Nakahara flew up with Saitama.

Nakajima Janos Atsushi followed closely and jumped up by himself. Ryunosuke Akutagawa also activated his supernatural ability, entangled the building on the cruise ship with his extended clothes, and flew up by himself.

In the end, only Osamu Dazai remained.

Other people's abilities will disappear when they touch him, and can't help him, and his own abilities can't make him fly up or jump up.

Qiyu lay on the guardrail and looked down, and Nakahara put his arms around his waist, fearing that he would be blown away by the wind.

"Mr. Dazai, how about...you go back?"

With such a high distance and such a long distance, everyone can't help.

"I, want, jump, sea."

If you can't fly up, can't you jump down?

"Wait a minute, I'll go find the rope." Saitama decided to help.

The cruise ship was originally owned by the Mafia, and detailed information about its structure and layout had long been available, but it has hardly changed much now. It is also easy to find ropes, basically you can get them directly when you go to the place.

In the end, Osamu Dazai was tied with a rope, pulling him up bit by bit.

Finally arrived at the top, Osamu Dazai lay on the ground like a dying fish, "A machine without emotion, you must make me stretch my waist, I may have a super thin waist now."

The whole person was almost strangled in half.

"Let's go." Nakahara Chuya pulled Saitama who was trying to go forward.

"Let him dry the fish."

"Mr. Dazai is really miserable this time, and the supernatural ability is actually holding him back."

The two young boys followed like tails, without caring about Osamu Dazai.

The surface of the cruise ship is a bit exposed to the wind and sun, and many places even look a little mottled, but the inside is still very luxurious.

A few years before the death of the former mafia leader, his behavior became more and more outrageous. He often held grand banquets on cruise ships, and the decoration inside was changed again and again.

Saitama and Nakahara Chu also went down the stairs, and were soon blinded by the resplendent and magnificent sight in front of them.

"A lot of money." Saitama said softly.

Looking around, almost all of them are handsome men and beautiful women.

There are those who wear beautiful masks, but you can still see the elegant temperament and very graceful figure of the other party, and those who don't wear masks, without exception, are all beauties.

Nakahara looked at everyone in front of him vigilantly, and he did not forget what Edogawa Ranpo said: There were people Saitama knew on the cruise ship.

"It's Mr. Natori." Saitama really saw someone he knew very quickly.

"And Mr. Fushimi."

"Huh? She looks so familiar."

Only Qiyu looked familiar, but the girl who didn't recognize her identity was empty, so he hurried forward.

The girl was standing in front of the long dining table, holding a goblet in one hand, pinching a small piece of snack and throwing it into her mouth with the other.

"Excuse me, have we met before?"

The girl turned around, with some cream on her face.

She first glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, then she understood, snorted and drank the wine in the goblet very boldly, "Saitama."

"You know me? Sure enough, we have met."

"Madara, you are Madara." The orange-haired boy said.

He has the memory that Saitama put to him, and the memories of everyone in Yokohama and part of Yokohama's reality were changed that night, and the reason is that Madara enlisted the help of a little white cat with different eyes.

Madara is a youkai close to the realm of gods, he is almost equal to a god.

Perhaps Madara is a god in Saitama's mind.

He also turned into a girl!

In Qiyu's mind, she is the kind of girl who is soft and fragrant, soft-spoken and beautiful.

The orange-haired boy was on guard.

"Stupid, you haven't recognized me yet!" The girl bangs and turns into a fat cat.

"It's a Mantou cat." Now Saitama recognized it.

The chubby cat fell to the ground, and the whole cat was drunk.

"There's a lot of wine here, and I'm going to drink a lot."

The chubby cat also opened the small bundle around its neck, trying to pack some wine and take it away.

Obviously, Mr. Cat doesn't intend to communicate with Saitama, but only intends to drink more and take away more, and eat more snacks.

"The fat lady probably doesn't know more information." Saitama planned to ask other acquaintances.

Nakahara was also staring at Mantou Mao. He knew that Mantou Mao did not tell Saitama on purpose. He was an insider of the incident in his memory.

"Chuya?" Saitama didn't notice that the orange-haired boy stood still, and when he turned around, he plunged into his arms.

"Oh! You, you look like a girl again!"