The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

Fran was picked up by Chuya Zhongyuan early in the morning, changed his clothes, stuffed a bento, and was thrown into the car.

"Hmm..." Fran opened the lunch box and took out a sandwich from it. "Are you going out early in the morning?" He took a bite of the sandwich.

"I have something to do later, I will take you to the Armed Detective Agency to pick up people first." Nakahara Nakaya drove the car, "Someone will take you to Tokyo then."

"Oh." Fran nodded.

Good boy Fran won't ask why Zhong didn't send him there, after all, the port mafia is really busy recently.

After Fran finished eating the sandwich and drinking the milk, he arrived at the Armed Detective Agency. Nakahara Nakaya picked up a bottle of milk from the side and threw it to Fran, "I'll buy clothes and the like."

"Okay——" Fran got out of the car after catching the milk, "Then I'm leaving, and Zhongye has a smooth journey."

"Well, don't do anything in Tokyo." Zhongya Nakahara said.

"I try my best."

After Chuya Nakahara left, Fran walked up to the Armed Detective Agency, sucking milk.

Fran rang the doorbell.

"Fran, you're here." Nakajima Atsushi in uniform came over and opened the door.

"Well, are you here for your mission this time?" Fran sized up Atsushi Nakajima, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was wearing a school uniform, didn't feel any sense of disobedience. After all, he was only 18 years old, and he looked relatively young. , After putting on the uniform, it is almost like a junior high school student.

"Yeah!" Atsushi Nakajima nodded, he didn't expect to be able to do the task with Fran, and now he is very excited, "Please give me your advice!"

"Yeah." Fran nodded, "But is it okay? You also have to take lessons." When he was at Sakunosuke Oda's house, although he said that he asked someone to teach Atsushi Nakajima, the feedback he received was not very good.

"Hey... this..." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head, "I will work hard! Fran, can you help me with tutoring then?" He looked at Fran expectantly.

"Don't be so troublesome." Fran patted Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder. Under his puzzled expression, Fran said calmly, "Just skip class with me."

"Ah..." Seems to make sense...

"No! Skipping class is not allowed!" Kunikida, former teacher, Doppo shouted.

"Why not? I know all the content, why waste time in the classroom?" Fran tilted his head.

"No matter what, skipping classes as a student is not advisable." Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses.

"Ah—it's a rigid type that me is not good at dealing with." Fran turned his head, when he heard a meow behind the people from the Armed Detective Agency.

Fran looked over, and saw the little black cat he gave Fukuzawa Yukichi not long ago sitting on the desk, and it meowed when it saw Fran, and Fran remembered after seeing the little black cat, " Ah, by the way, I have prepared a gift for you."

Fran patted the head of Atsushi Nakajima, who was wondering whether to skip class, and walked up to the little black cat. He found that the little black cat had grown up a lot, "It seems that you are doing well here."

"Meow~"

"Very cute." Quan Jinghua on the side took a picture with her mobile phone.

"This is for you." Fran took out a red cat scarf from his pocket, and stretched the scarf in front of the little black cat.

The little black cat leaned over, sniffed it with its pink nose, and then meowed at Fran again.

"Oh, it seems that you like it very much." Fran put the little scarf on the little black cat.

Quan Jinghua on the side felt that the little black cat looked a little familiar after wearing the scarf.

"And this." Fran took out another doll that fit the cat's size. The doll had long golden curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, a delicate face, and a small red dress.

"Meow meow meow——" Seeing the doll, the little black cat stood up in an instant. It put one paw on Fran's body and hooked the other paw at the doll. Because the little paw was not long enough, it raised its head and used Meowing to Fran in a milky voice, "Meow~"

"I don't know why... I have a very cool feeling for no reason." Fran teased the little black cat with the doll.

The little black cat, which couldn't hook the doll all the time, sat back and meowed in another direction, the voice was full of grievances.

Fran looked over and saw Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, walking towards him.

"Meow~" The little black cat walked to the edge of the desk, stood up and supported Fukuzawa Yukichi with two small paws, meowing in a soft and aggrieved voice, while pointing at Fran with one paw The doll in his hand seemed to be suing.

"..." Under Fukuzawa Yukichi's gaze, Fran handed over the doll to the little black cat. He felt that the cat was becoming more and more like that perverted lolicon boss.

Same shameless.

The little black cat who got the doll nestled in Fukuzawa Yukichi's arms contentedly.

In the end, Fran left Yokohama with Atsushi Nakajima, and before leaving, he received Ranpo Edogawa's purchasing list.

"Fran, what kind of person is Keigo Atobe?" asked Atsushi Nakajima, who was looking at the file.

"I heard it's narcissistic and it's easy to lie." Fran was texting Hitachi-in Kaoru, and the relationship between Hitachi-in and Keigo Atobe was pretty good.

"Eh?" Atsushi Nakajima blinked, and he looked at the page with Keigo Atobe's photo on the information, "It doesn't look like..."

"Do you know that you can't look at the surface of everything?" Fran said earnestly, "Some people will use their appearance to deceive others in order to get what they want, just like that cat, which is cute but has a very small heart. And I especially like making small reports."

[kufufufufu... are you sure you're not talking about yourself? ]

Liudao Mukuro still remembers that when Fran was six or seven years old, he often acted like a baby with Collom for a comic book or snacks, and Collom still liked it, although he also...

[me will not do this. ] Fran's tone is affirmative.

"..." Atsushi Nakajima recalled the scene when he saw Fran acting like a baby to Oda Sakunosuke in order not to eat green peppers when he was at Oda Sakunosuke's house.

"What are you thinking?" Fran glanced at Atsushi Nakashima.

"nothing…"

The car drove from Yokohama to Atobe's house in Tokyo.

Atsushi Nakajima watched with wide eyes as the car drove into the gate of Atobe's house and continued to drive at the same speed.

"Fran...is this big?"

"If you come to the port mafia, it won't take you a few years to have such a big house." Fran said calmly, and he was now exchanging trash talk with Liudao Mu in his head.

But whether he wants to live there or not is another matter.

Atsushi Nakajima could tell that Fran was no longer joking.

He inexplicably felt that he had missed a hundred million.

"Go to the tennis court." Fran said to the driver, looking up.

"Yes."

"Eh?" Nakajima Atsushi blinked.

"Kego Atobe is on the tennis court." Fran put the phone back, "It's the first day, I have to give him a little bit of power and let him know who is the real boss."

"Ah?" Atsushi Nakajima blinked, then nodded in response, "I understand! I will cooperate with you!"

From Atsushi Nakajima's point of view, he just needs to cooperate with Fran no matter what!

After a while, Fran and Atsushi Nakajima came to the tennis court of Atobe's house.

"Fran—" The twin boys in the same tracksuit waved to Fran.

The two Hitachi-in brothers dragged a boy with purple-gray hair to Fran.

"This is Keigo Atobe, a brat with a stinky fart." Hitachi Inmitsu pressed on Keigo Atobe's shoulder with a height difference of 3.5cm.

"You guy..." Keigo Atobe pulled Hitachi Inmitsu's hand off with a dark face, "You two are here today for them?" He looked up and down Fran and Atsushi Nakajima.

These two were bodyguards his father had found for him, but neither of them looked as strong as Huadi, especially the green-haired boy, who looked very thin, and he didn't exercise regularly.

But the four people present ignored him.

"This is me's younger brother, Atsushi Nakajima." Fran introduced Atsushi Nakajima to the two Hitachi brothers, then turned around and introduced to Atsushi Nakajima, "They are also me's younger brothers, this one looks less smart The one is Hikaru Hikaru, and the smarter one is Hitachi-in Kaoru." Fran introduced the two Hitachi-in brothers who looked almost identical.

"Hello." Atsushi Nakajima blinked.

"Hello——" the two brothers from Hitachi held Fran's arm one by one, "Fran, let's form a team to play tennis. There are six people here. Let's wait for 3vs3. What do you think? Jingwu." Hikari Hikari turned his head to look at Keigo Atobe.

"...Don't make a random decision!" Atobe Keigo's forehead bulged with veins, "Besides, can the two of them play tennis?"

"I won't..." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his hair, and he looked at Fran.

Fran said in an extremely confident tone, "I haven't hit me before."

"..." Atsushi Nakajima who originally thought Fran would fight.

"But it's more than enough to defeat you." Fran pulled the hands of the two Hitachi-in brothers, "Take him." Fran walked to Atsushi Nakajima.

"Huh? I don't like people who talk big." Keigo Atobe narrowed his eyes, and his tone was displeased.

Two people who have never played tennis say it is more than enough to beat him?

"Well, if it's Fran, it's not impossible." Hitachi Inmitsu shrugged.

"Indeed." Hitachi Yuanxin nodded.

"Heh, let's try it then." Keigo Atobe snorted, "If you don't defeat me and Huadi, you will leave here." He didn't want bodyguards who could only talk big.

"Even if you use this condition to buy me, me will not let go." Fran patted Atsushi Nakajima on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"Let's start then." Keigo Atobe raised his chin.

"Wait, let me see what the rules are first." Fran took out his phone.

"..."

Under the 'friendly' gaze of Keigo Atobe, Fran quickly read the rules of tennis, then retracted the phone, turned to Atsushi Nakajima and said, "You catch the ball with the racket and just hit it. Pay attention to the control. Don't hit people, don't hit out of bounds."

"Ah? Yes!" Atsushi Nakajima nodded.

Fran took the racket from the Hitachiin brothers, gave one to Atsushi Nakajima, and took Atsushi Nakajima to the tennis court.

"Are you ready?" Fran held the tennis ball and looked at Keigo Atobe and Takahiro Kabaji across from him.

"Of course." Atobe Keigo smiled proudly and confidently, "Let me tell you who is qualified to say those words."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that if me wins, you will be my little brothers."

"Oh, if you can."

"Then I've hit it—" Fran tossed the ball upwards, slightly bent his knees, and imitated the serving posture he had just seen.

Keigo Atobe watched Fran's serving movement closely. Although the serving movement was very simple, it was surprisingly smooth without any hesitation. This guy is quite talented.

His eyes followed the yellow tennis ball, but the tennis ball turned into a pineapple when it flew towards them? !

Atobe Keigo widened his eyes, but he still stepped forward and hit the pineapple.

"Eh——" Atsushi Nakajima held the racket unskillfully, and hit the tennis ball flying towards him back.

The white-haired boy named Atsushi Nakajima is obviously not used to holding the racket, and his posture has some problems, but he can easily catch his ball, and then hit it back, and the ball flew past him in the blink of an eye. There was the sound of the fence being pierced behind him.

…he remembered that his fence was made of the best material, the kind that even bullets couldn’t pierce through…

"Me already said to control the strength." Fran glanced at the fence pierced by the tennis ball, "It's pierced."

"Sorry, I was a little nervous and forgot to control the strength..." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his cheek, "Should I lose money?" He looked at the fence he had pierced through and asked.

"No need? After all, you just hit a tennis ball in an ordinary way, and there is a hole in the fence. Maybe the fence was a shoddy product."

"Eh? Really?" Nakajima Atsushi wondered.

joke!How could my uncle's family use shoddy things!

"Even if it's fake, I don't think the young master of Mibu's family will care about these little money, right?"