How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

"At that time, why did Amamiya refuse to listen to me carefully? Obviously, in terms of ideas, we will be more compatible."

Fyodor sighed with feigned regret, tilted his head affectionately to the boy next to him, and did not forget to raise his hand to stroke the latter's black hair, intentionally or unintentionally revealing more of the bandage hidden under it .

"I had to use a small method." He then sighed, "It's a pity."

"The character is good, the ability is good, all aspects are impeccable, even when you were completely abandoned by the suspicious leader, you refused to bow your head and beg me for redemption - when I first met, I was thinking, really, quite Dazzling treasure."

"Just because of the first-come-first-served relationship, it is too unfair to be completely monopolized by Osamu Dazai alone."

After the heartfelt sadness, his words suddenly changed, and with the smile on his face, the listener almost wanted to vomit blood.

"Fortunately, it completely belongs to me now."

The malice, so strong that it was almost condensed into substance, was like a hurricane, and when the last syllable disappeared, it completely exploded in the alley.

Quan Jinghua held Atsushi Nakajima's clothes and shivered. Pushkin, who was affected, was already covered in cold sweat.

As expected of the boss of the mafia... This aura is too scary!

Even breathing becomes sluggish, if one's own will is not strong enough, one will definitely be completely overwhelmed by that violent anger.

The boss on my side is really unreliable, and he can use tricks. Why do you have to show off in front of the righteous master in such a grandiose manner?It has completely irritated the other party!

Could it be the last hey that he knew was doomed?

He thought desperately, hoping to leave a whole body today.

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes fixedly stared at Fyodor, who was calm and composed, if he turned the emotion contained in it into reality, he would have killed this person thousands of times.

The unreliable appearance of lacking motivation and looking for death in every possible way has long since disappeared.

The blue veins on the forehead of the young man were faintly visible, and his expression was so gloomy that water could be wrung out, but there was a burning dark fire in his eyes, and he would have the illusion of being scalded just by glancing at him.

Thoroughly showing the oppressive feeling unique to the ruler of Yokohama at night, he walked towards Fyodor with a distorted sneer on his lips.

"Actively spreading the dishes is probably the only valuable thing you have done in your life, mouse."

Different from his usual brisk tone, Dazai Osamu spoke slowly and clearly, as if gnashing his teeth, "Considering this factor, I will try my best to make you—— die a very painful death. You are matching a scum like you In hell, repent to your god."

Finally receiving the signal to start the war, Zhongyuan Zhong, whose anger gauge had already been filled, exhaled slowly, bit the front end of the glove with his teeth, and took off the black glove he usually wore.

This also means that the gravity user who is at the ceiling of Yokohama's force value has completely planned to do something for real.

Izumi Kyoka summoned Yasha Shirayuki, a humanoid superhuman ability, and put the phone to her ear to order an attack. Nakajima Atsushi, who stood still and kept his lips shut, clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, he cheered up and became low again Roaring white tiger.

Pushkin's eyes couldn't help looking at the ravine plowed by the giant beast impatiently sweeping its tail, and the direction of its toes had quietly changed.

"Then what, my supernatural ability is a delayed activation type, and it won't be of much help if I stay. I didn't participate in the previous thing and didn't know about it, so I won't disturb your chat?"

Not daring to look at Fyodor's expression, he turned around decisively and ran wildly.

Quan Jinghua looked left and right, and found that other people's attention was all focused on Senior Amamiya and the Russian who is very capable of attracting hatred. She thought that it would not affect her if there was one less person here, so she took Yasha to chase after him quickly. up.

"Aren't you going to run away? You've come to this point, and you still put on a calm look, and don't you want to show me the embarrassing scene of running around like a mouse?"

Facing Osamu Dazai's chilly words, and Nakahara Chuya who had accelerated towards this side, Fyodor just smiled lightly and raised his hand.

"I can't escape."

"I miscalculated the importance you attached to Yugong, and ended up in this situation... It is natural that there is no victory, but it may not be a dead end."

The orange-haired young man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped abruptly.

It is only a few meters away, and once you reach out and touch it, the battle situation can be established. However, at this moment, no matter how small a step is, it is impossible to take it.

——The safety of the gun in Fyodor's hand has been released, and it is firmly resting on the back of Yu Gongcui's head.

The obvious threat.

However, the young man who was suddenly countered by his companions still maintained a nonchalant attitude, and even raised his hands in coordination, sighing in an exaggerated tone.

"Ah, I've become a hostage!"

Dazai Osamu's voice turned into a low growl uncontrollably, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he almost wanted to tear the despicable mouse opposite him into pieces.

"F.O.D.E.!!!"

"I'm flattered to be so affectionate."

Seizing the opportunity to taunt, now that the face has been completely torn, the young man no longer deliberately put on the gentle and polite posture before. After the smile faded, the wine red eyes were viscous and viscous, like a swamp that has been years old. Rolling slowly.

"Dazai-kun knows what kind of person I am, right? After all, I used so many derogatory words before."

He tilted his head, and the muzzle of the gun moved forward, "It's not acting. If I think it is necessary, I will really shoot."

There was a long silence in the alley.

Because of Fyodor's actions, the others did not dare to approach without permission, but Osamu Dazai, who was the only one who could make a decision, tightly pursed his lips and refused to give orders.

He couldn't accept that this mouse took Yugong away from his eyes like this.

However, if he rushes forward rashly...he knows that the other party is not bluffing, and what he will get in the end is likely to be a corpse.

Amamiya Tsui, who still had no sense of crisis, glanced at Osamu Dazai who fell silent across the way, yawned, and spoke lazily.

"It's useless, Fedya?"

"Actions are much more powerful than words. How much you care about what you say, but the previous actions are there. It's not surprising to sacrifice me again."

At that moment, Yu Gongcui, who had been wandering outside the field without any sense of participation, and didn't care about anything except the young people around him, suddenly had an illusion.

Hearing the iris eyes looking towards him, it seemed that he was about to cry.

Those disgust, anger, murderous intent, the fierce emotions that had surged before were forcefully smoothed by the invisible hand in an instant, like a beach washed away by the waves, leaving only bits and pieces of pleading, covered with wet mist.

——My heart trembled slightly for some reason.

The sense of strangeness, which couldn't be more faint, disappeared before it could be grasped.

He blinked blankly.

But the previous illusion had faded, and the mafia leader on the opposite side was still stern and indifferent, slowly stepped back half a step, and gestured silently.

"Chuya, let them go."

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Although there was no sign of being tracked, just in case, the way back was the sewer.

The light is dim, the smell is unpleasant, and the sound of rushing water is heard, mixed with the rustling and shouting of small rodents.

Fyodor closed the safety of the hand/gun, and handed it back to Amamiya Cui who followed behind him humming.

"Your gun."

The latter tilted his head: "Won't Fei Jia keep it?"

"I'm more used to using abilities. This time I need a more intuitive way, so I borrowed it temporarily."

Yu Gongcui just took it, put it on her waist casually, and did not make any comments on the young man who pointed it at himself and threatened himself with death.

The cement platform under the feet is covered with a layer of dirt with a long history, and the sticky and slippery touch when stepping on it makes people feel hairy.A faint light leaked from the grill above his head, Fyodor identified the road ahead, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and coughed twice.

In order to distract attention, he spoke loudly to the boy beside him.

"That Osamu Dazai would actually have someone who cares, shouldn't it be surprising? I just wanted to gamble, but I didn't expect to give in in the end. The value of Amamiya is greater than I imagined."

"It's good news," Yu Gongcui whistled briskly, expressing her congratulations bluntly, "Facing the port mafia, Fei Jia has another bargaining chip!"

indeed.

But excluding the meaning of this matter itself, the attitude shown by the young man made him feel more satisfied.

He abandons his old relationship like a shoe, and doesn't even care about his own life, but just blindly and puts himself in his place.

Reminiscing about Osamu Dazai's previous expression, the young man's chuckle overflowed from his chest, echoing in the narrow tubular space.

Suddenly remembered something, Yu Gongcui tapped her palm, and suddenly said "ah".

He asked Fyodor, who was obviously in a good mood: "The one who escaped before was called Pushkin, right? Do you want to dispose of it when you go back?"

Received an unexpected negative answer.

"Don't worry about him. Besides, I want his ability to be useful."

Yu Gongcui tilted her head to express her puzzlement: "But he—"

"Run away, right?"

The young man stopped in his tracks, and under the clear light, he turned to the deep red eyes, which were stained into a hazy and flickering purple by the dim background.

Turning around to look at Yu Gongcui who raised his head, his eyes were gentle as if he was looking at a part of himself.

"I don't ask for the loyalty of those people. They are not called by God, and they follow me only out of interests. I am quite clear about this."

So if there is any disturbance, they will abandon themselves and run away quickly.

However, the boy in front of him was different.

He stretched out his right hand with his palm up, like a gentleman invited to dance at a banquet.Although she didn't know what it meant, Yu Gongcui happily covered her hand, letting the other party curl up her fingers and hold it gently.

His eyes silently swept over the bandages in the boy's hair and the sickly blush on his cheeks.

The young man's voice was accompanied by the gurgling sound of sewage flowing, as soft as a dream that could be broken at the touch of a finger.

"—The only one I trust is you."