Yokohama diva, sultry online

Osamu Dazai's expression froze in an instant. He had heard that there was something called immortality in this world before, but now he tried it himself to know the real power.

He saw that the already peaceful atmosphere gradually became heavy again because of his outspoken words, and his heart felt like walking a tightrope.

Osamu Dazai's Adam's apple rolled, and he changed the opposite statement very quickly, trying to reverse his image in the mind of the Zhefa cadre.

"Actually, I don't have much experience. Using the word 'hug left and hug right' to describe me is discrediting me. You must know that I have put all my thoughts on the development of port mafia."

The brown-haired boy looked straight at him. Because of the difference in height, he raised his head slightly, and his delicate chin raised a haughty arc. From his furrowed brows, it can be seen that he is a I don't believe it.

"Heh!" Zhongyuan Zhong also had a sarcasm on his face. He adjusted the position of his belt casually, and his white fingers complemented the light-colored bathrobe.

The left hug and right hug he just said is of course not just talking about it. I still remember that this guy sold his appearance in exchange for the trust of his opponent for the development of the so-called mafia.

Said it was a betrayal of lust, Nakahara Chu also privately thought that the bastard Dazai Osamu was also enjoying it, it would be better to say it was "like-minded".

Osamu Dazai remembered.

When he first took control of the port mafia and became the leader, the outside world still had a little doubt about his strength and means, but this level of doubt was not enough to make them touch Dazai Osamu's bad luck.

The opportunity for the outbreak of the incident was the mutiny of a small leader within mafia. This little leader was not satisfied with his status and authority in the organization, so he secretly colluded with other organizations in Yokohama.

It is impossible to say that Dazai Osamu did not notice at all, the purpose of the little boss joining the port mafia is not pure, the reason why Dazai Osamu can tolerate him is that he is stupid and rich.

——For such a stupid person who still wants to think about it, I really feel sorry for myself.

So Osamu Dazai pretended that he still didn't find anything wrong with the little boss, and under his "accidental" suggestion, he approached the bar full of people hiding in the dark.

To his surprise, Osamu Dazai thought it was just an ordinary kidnapping. He had even notified the hard-working little slug cadres in advance, and he entered the bar to look for him before he went out at a certain time.

Central Plains at the door

Squatting with his subordinates, the hot summer, even at dusk, the temperature is enough to explode people's mentality.

He took out a cigarette irritably from his pocket, held it between his index finger and middle finger, took a deep breath and let it out lightly, the red fire was flickering in the dark corner, the smoke lingered around him, he trembled soot.

The displeasure emanating from his body caused other subordinates to shy away from him, and Nakahara was also dissatisfied that Osamu Dazai, the leader, had put himself in danger. Obviously, the simplest solution was to use force to suppress it, so he didn't need to endure the heat and mosquitoes outside.

He raised his eyelids to look at the time, then accurately threw most of the remaining cigarette butts into the trash can beside the road, stood up straight and rushed into the bar aggressively.

Then Zhongyuanzhong was where everyone's eyes gathered, under the bright neon lights, the youngest leader of the port mafia, sitting on the left was a girl in school uniform, and on the right was a girl in scantily clad clothes.

This can be said to be the dream of everyone present. The two completely different experiences of innocence and maturity are surrounding one person at this moment.

The black-haired leader tilted his head slightly, moved his lips a few times, and said something unknown, the two girls couldn't help laughing, their trembling bodies rubbed against Osamu Dazai's arm that was placed on the bar.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a while, and then he felt the absurdity. After waiting outside for so long with his subordinates, what he got was to watch how the leader teased his sister.

Compared to the shock here, Osamu Dazai himself felt unnatural. Of course he knew who sent these two beauties, and he even knew that their purpose was to kill him.

The golden liquor reflected the warm light in the glass, Dazai Osamu did not say a word of sincerity, but he was a little bored in his heart - as expected, stupid people have no skills.

Let the young and beautiful little girl's hands be covered with blood, and even be broken with such a dirty hand.

Then when he looked into Zhongyuan Zhongye's blue eyes, he knew that his behavior just now had been seen by the red-haired cadre, otherwise the little slug wouldn't have looked at him with knife-like eyes, as if To cut him into pieces.

"........."

"It was really to complete the task at the time, and you have seen the results later." He said embarrassingly, maybe he did have a little sympathy for young women at that time, but now he really only has one person named Zhong Yuanzhong in his heart. Also the little slugs.

Afterwards, he got his wish to eradicate a cancerous tumor in the port Mafia, and by the way, he also killed the leader of a hostile organization that was hiding deep but whose brain was not very good.

No matter what Dazai Osamu said, Nakahara still believed in his eyes very much. He still remembered that pair of iris-colored eyes at that time showed a color of compassion at a certain moment, although it only appeared for a few seconds, but also It is enough for the Central Plains to keep it in mind.

At that time, he knew that Dazai Osamu was a philanthropic person, and he was also a scumbag.

Nakahara also folded his arms, with no expression of joy or anger. He got out of bed and took out a book from the drawer with his slippers on. The cover of the book was printed with a big "Love Strategy Handbook".

"...You are right, let's study the business first."

Osamu Dazai: The topic shifted so bluntly, he couldn't hear the little slug's disobedience at all...

At this moment, Osamu Dazai couldn't guess Chuya Nakahara's brain circuit at all. The two of them were not even on the same channel.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Chuya Zhongyuan carefully, and then he was hit in the face by the book that hit his face. He flipped through a few pages at random, with suspicion on his face, "This trick is a bit old-fashioned. Sending flowers and gifts or something, now The young people in the world probably don’t like this, right?”

Nakahara also nodded. He didn't have any special impressions of the contents of the book. He turned a few pages back and glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was reading the book seriously, and sighed, "You really understand it very well."

Osamu Dazai: ...What the hell...

He took a deep breath and pointed to a few lines of words in the book, "This one... um... Article [-] of the strategy manual - to give the practice object a sense of security, which can be specifically expressed as..."

Kaito Kuroba always felt that someone was staring at him in the dark, his eyes followed him like a shadow, but he couldn't figure it out, it wasn't the kind of eyes full of danger and murderous look, but it was enough to make him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The first time he realized that something was wrong was when he always encountered some strange things on the way home, whether it was a flower petal falling from the sky suddenly or a well-packaged dessert...

At first he thought it was a trick of some girl who had a crush on him, but later, the situation became obviously weird to a certain extent.

The author has something to say: Dazai: I am so wronged——