Self-cultivation of fake wine

The evening sea breeze in Yokohama is very comfortable.

At least Herbal Salt thinks so.

It's rare that I didn't wear a proper suit, but bought a black sportswear temporarily, and the shoes changed from shiny handmade leather shoes to ordinary luxury sports shoes.

Maintaining such a relaxed and casual posture, wearing a black mask and standing behind his cat, Herbal Salt silently looked at the team of porters in black suits called by his wife on the phone, and a group of porters with a gaze that would never attract attention. An older man with a British gentleman style, wearing a black bow tie, wearing a monocle and wearing a long camel-colored scarf.

"Lord Zhongyuan." The gentleman bowed slightly and saluted, "Everything is ready."

"Thank you, Mr. Hirotsu."

"Nothing." Guangjin Liulang stood up, looking calmly and sharply at the black hair, black eyes, black mask, black sports suit, and it was impossible to tell whose herbal salt it was, "Excuse me for being rude, may I ask who this is?"

"It's the person who is in charge of providing the pick-up code. He will follow us on the ship in a while." Under normal working conditions without being harassed by the dog man, Zhong also calmly gave such an appropriate and flirtatious answer.

The man who was fed was noncommittal about this, and had no intention of taking the opportunity to attack—Hirotsu Yanagi was not as familiar to Chuya as Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji, so even if he was not fed, the herbal salt would not. Will make any inappropriate gestures of affection.

The dinner at noon just happened to meet the right time, place, people and conditions to show affection, and he is not really a person who will mess around regardless of the occasion.

The freighter docked at the scheduled time.

There were not many people on the pier, and Guangjin Liulang, the handling team of the port mafia and the leader of the special assassination force "Black Lizard" who was directly under the leadership, personally sat in the town, and the surrounding area had naturally been cleared.

Looking out from the side of the ship, a beautiful boy with black curly hair wearing a cow pattern shirt appeared.

He looked around the pier, and found the person he was looking for exactly behind the short and slender young man in the black hat with ocher hair. He smiled freshly, and then jumped off the side of the boat with his hands——

The black suits looked nervously at this stylishly dressed guy with one eye closed and two or three rings on his fingers.

"Yo, Yan—" the beautiful boy greeted cheerfully, "Long time no see! I heard you found a boyfriend, right?"

Ah Yan?who?

Guangjin Liulang followed the eyes of this seemingly casual but instinctively vigilant boy in a cow shirt, and associated the title "Ayan" with the black youth in sportswear standing next to Zhongya Zhongyuan.

"Long time no see, Mr. Rambo."

"Huh? That's a nice name, haven't you already left Pengo Lie?" The young man laughed, scratching his cheek in embarrassment, "Ah Yan, you are always so polite."

"After all, Mr. Lan Bo is Pengo Lie's guardian of thunder, so of course he should be more polite."

Hearing the title "Guardian of Thunder", Nakahara Chuya and Hirotsu Liulang were both shocked - they were already senior cadres of the Vongola, the largest mafia family rooted in Italy and the world at such a young age ? !

Herbal Salt: Don't be so surprised, Lan Bo was already such a senior cadre when he was five years old =-=

"Ah Yan is indeed a terrifying man." The boy pouted and snorted softly.After exchanging pleasantries, he turned to the red-haired young man beside Herbal Salt, "Who is this?"

"Chuya Nakahara, the one I'm currently pursuing, the one I want to marry."

Zhong Ye: ...

Hirotsu: ...? !

Mafia: ...! ! !

Lanbo: "Oh so... 噫?!!!"

Lan Bo took a half step back in shock, then widened his eyes, looked at Zhongya Zhongya with admiration as he looked at a warrior, stretched out his hand respectfully, and introduced himself attentively and warmly: "Hello Hello! This is my first meeting, Rambo Povino, the Thunder Guardian of the Vongola X family, please give me your advice, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

I don't know why, but it seems that because he is the boyfriend of a dog man, he has received unexpected respect?

What the hell is this dog man...?Why did Vongola's senior cadres suddenly become so...

"Hello, this is my first meeting. I am a cadre of the Port Mafia, Zhongya Zhongyuan."

"Oh oh oh!" Lan Bo was still amazed, "You can actually make that terrible workaholic want to fall in love and get married... You are amazing! To be honest, my friends and I secretly speculated whether Ah Yan is not good enough! It’s super scary to work or do research every day!”

In an instant, the sea of ​​self-regulation surged in Zhongye Maomao's mind.

……no?No no no he's good!It's completely Teddy level!The door to the new world can be opened as soon as it is said!hateful! ! !

However, Lan Bo's statement instantly hammered the truth that the dog man's previous gossip with people seemed to be a pure gossip rather than a fake show, which made Maomao happy.

He even gave the man on standby a playful look.

He was about to teach the children some lessons, but found that his wife was being coaxed very happily and even gave him a charming little eye... Her heart was happy and she couldn't help giving Lan Bo a thumbs up from the bottom of her heart.

"The conversation between you and your friend in private is really interesting." Zhong also laughed, "Nice to meet you."

"It's easy to talk about. By the way, is the port mafia the next one you're looking for, Ah Yan?"

"No, it's currently in the Imperial Pillar Tower."

"Pillar Tower?" Lan Bo frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, I remembered, it's the tower of the King of Gold, right! What are you doing there?"

"Researcher." It's not something that can't be said, but this is really not a good place to talk.Before Lan Bo continued to ask something, Herb Salt interrupted in advance: "It shouldn't be long for you to dock, after all, there are still some goods that will be auctioned at night. Why don't you let me unload the things first?"

"Hey, sure enough, Ah Yan, even if you are in love, you are still full of serious things, so boring!" Lan Bo didn't bother to ask how Herbal Salt knew, anyway, in his heart, this man is omniscient, omnipotent, super scary and Very reliable!Now it seems that even if he leaves Pengo Lie, he is still a trustworthy person as A Gang said.

Zhongye Maomao howled inwardly and retorted loudly: No, this guy must have had nothing serious in his mind when he fell in love!These people really don't understand the true face of the dog man is an LSP addicted to sucking cats!

So only he is the most special to Herbal Salt... Zhongye Maomao curled up the corners of his lips, restrained his little tail that was wagging happily.

"Stop talking so much nonsense..." Herbal Salt's eyes were gentle and kind, "Is Mr. Li Baoen here?"

"How did you know that the Great Demon King Libaoen is coming!" Lan Bo looked disgusted, "He's waiting for you in the reception room."

"Then I will ask you to take care of the reception. By the way, since I am here, the verification code should not be necessary, just take him there." Cao Benyan met his wife's suspicious gaze, smiled frankly, "It's an old friend , some follow-up transactions need to be discussed, why don't you take someone to follow Mr. Lanbo to get gifts?"

"……Row."

Zhong also glanced at the back of the man who was resolutely going away, pressed his hat, and decided not to waste time here thinking about what this dog man has done.

As an undercover agent, can he still have such a harmonious relationship with the organization that broke up?It's incredible.

Rather, the truth of the other party is like an onion that no matter how you peel it, there will be another layer of fog, mysterious and unpredictable.

Dog Salt: Baby, the fog is caused by tears when you peel the onion...

Maozhong: Shut up.

"Please lead the way, Mr. Lanbo. This is the head of the black lizard unit of our port mafia, Guangjin Liulang."

The communication between the Port Mafia and Pengo Li, as guaranteed by the herb salt Zhongya, went very smoothly.

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The walking black humanoid clothes hanger came to a lounge on the freighter with ease.

The high-end aroma of hand-ground coffee reminds people of the days and nights of crazy liver work. No matter how good the coffee beans are, they are just the water of life poured down by senior social animals with mouths that cannot taste the taste.

The same goes for herbal salts.

Before he met Chuya, he rarely used magic.Not to mention the use of recovery techniques on individual organs and finally getting the praise label of "long-lasting juicy" from Maomao, he rarely even thinks about using magic to restore physical strength.

Just like an ordinary person, he tasted exhaustion and burnout, and when he was woken up by the alarm clock every morning, he could feel the sourness of the liver emperor and the tyranny of wanting to kill someone due to lack of sleep.

For the past 21 years, he has lived as an ordinary person's herbal salt, and since then he has also lived as an ordinary person to understand the living habits and communication methods of most people in this society.

Magic is not necessary in this world where there are not many strong people - if you rely too much on your existing abilities, you will lose the opportunity to grow.

Therefore, rather than crushing with supernatural powers, he prefers to study the products of modern technology, or to be patient and socialize with people, rather than being autistic and arrogant at the peak, unable to blend in as in the long past. The world constructed by ordinary people.

The black organization is not strong in this era of the rise of supernatural organizations, but it can exist tenaciously and with a high profile. Why?

You know, this is still a world ruled by ordinary people, just like most of the kings he has seen are not the strongest, but they can still sit on the throne - [powerful] is not just the endorsement of violence.

Such a contradictory and reasonable world made him realize that exploring as an "ordinary person" is more efficient for his own growth, so he did so.

And the nature of the black organization just provided him with a shield for freedom, and the beauty of it... Didn't his sister in the soul also choose to stay there.

Siblings always have similarities.

The aroma of coffee brought back the tragic past memories of herbal salt as a social animal, and he has recently become addicted to dating, so he really doesn't want to work and don't want to recall the miserable mood of that social animal... The evidence is that he skipped work on the first day of work and the second After skipping work, he invited a honeymoon vacation, very arrogant, completely different from the previous workaholic!

Love corrupts.

"ciao~ It's been a while, Ah Yan." The little baby in a black suit who was holding a cup of coffee raised his head and curled his lips, "It seems that you have been doing well recently."

"Indeed, three months have passed since the moment you glimpsed at your resurrection."

"Glad you're still alive."

"I also want to thank Mr. Li Baoen for not really killing him."

The baby's voice is immature, and the snort sounds like a baby, but anyone who knows the name of the world's number one killer will not take it lightly because of this - even, being able to have such a direct conversation with the other party, for many people It's all already a big deal.

"Hmph, you have an agreement with the idiot, so I will naturally respect the opinion of the leader." Li Baoen put down his coffee, stroked the chameleon that had climbed down from the brim of his hat, and stared straight at the black-haired young man in black with black bean-like eyes. The pet in the hand gradually turned into a green hand wooden warehouse.

"Of course, it would be even better if you remembered the deal between us."

The muzzle of the black hole is pointed directly at the forehead of the herbal salt - the strength of the Rainbow Son is beyond doubt.

"Of course I remember." Herb Salt stood in front of Li Baoen against the wall, arms crossed, leaning against the wall in a leisurely manner, nodding at the small and terrifying Mr. Big Demon King, with a meaningful bend The corners of his lips curled up.

"Even... I can give you more what you want, Mr. Libun."