Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Atsushi Nakajima is an orphan.

He grew up suffering from bullying in an orphanage.

One day, he couldn't bear the increasing physical punishment and torture from the dean, and somehow escaped from the orphanage in a daze.

When he came to the wild after waking up, he didn't know how to survive, and he didn't dare to go back to the orphanage. He could only wander alone in the mountains and forests, struggling to survive, very lonely and depressed.

Until this time, a man in black found him.

"The meaning of human existence is to gain the approval of others." That's what the man with the iris-colored eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts said. Indicate... the meaning of your existence."

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The dream ends here.

Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes abruptly, and what caught his eyes was the top of the gray carriage and the small, old "travel safe" guard hanging on it.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Taketori who was playing with his mobile phone while driving, his eyes stayed on her bandaged hands for a second longer: "Excuse me..."

"I'm Taketori Che, your immediate supervisor in the future—if your promotion speed is not as fast as mine."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his head: "Boss..."

"You don't even know what 'boss' means?"

"No... not really."

Sitting on the co-pilot seat and wearing a seat belt, the thin, white-haired boy lowered his head in a very depressed manner, not as fierce as he was when he was a tiger during the day, "I just think it happened too suddenly."

I, Taketori Che, don’t think so, little brother, do you know that my fingers bleed when I beat you?

Taketori Che laughed, and asked casually, "Can't bear to part with the training camp?"

She thought that the other party would not answer, but Atsushi Nakajima stared at her palm with her white hair hanging down, and asked after a few seconds: "Did I lose control again today? The time period in my memory was blank... ...did I hurt them again?"

His expression was very distressed, as if he sincerely felt sorry and ashamed for those who were hurt by the "tiger", and he didn't have the fierceness of fighting in the mountains and forests during the day.

Taketori Che, who was driving, thought about it, took out a white thing from his coat and threw it to him.

"Not this time, because I rushed over to help (beat you)."

"Eh?"

Nakajima Atsushi took it in a hurry and was dumbfounded when he saw it. This, this familiar shape of sharp teeth...

"Your teeth."

"Really, really!" The white tiger boy held the sharp teeth that were about the length of his palm in a daze, as if he had been violently attacked, "Are you planning to give it to me?"

"You really know how to joke, Atsu-kun." Taketori Che grabbed the tiger tooth and stuffed it back into his jacket quickly, with such skill that Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, "I just want to prove to you that this is me. The thing that was broken from your mouth—it’s impossible to return it to you! The spoils I took down belong to me! No one can take it away hahahaha!"

Atsushi Nakajima: ...

It feels like this new boss is not very reliable...but he is surprisingly lively.

This made his nervous heart relax a little bit.

Seeing that there seemed to be some distance to the destination, Atsushi Nakajima boldly asked her: "May I ask you about which department we belong to?"

"Us? We are directly under the leader and a member of the guerrillas!"

"Oh!" Nakajima Atsushi exclaimed at the right time, thinking of the man who changed his destiny, his eyes lit up a little bit, "Then Miss Taketori, are you the captain or the backbone...?"

"It's just the backbone, and it's the new one." Taketori Che explained kindly, "By the way, my team is currently only the two of us."

Atsushi Nakajima:?

What team is this called?

"Although I know that at least one more person is needed to form a party branch... Cough, it seems that this kind of thing can't be done in the port mafia, but I already have someone to choose!" Taketori Che was full of confidence, "Wait until I let you go Get used to your new life in the dormitory, and we can start working!"

Atsushi Nakajima was infected by her inexplicable self-confidence, and immediately nodded accordingly, very well-behaved: "Yeah!"

However, when the two returned to the headquarters, the personnel department stated that there was no office space because the No. [-] building where the guerrillas directly belonged to had not yet been built.The logistics department also said that because the original dormitory has not been completely cleared out, there is no way to provide a single dormitory for the newcomers.

Wow, don't let this tiger-headed and stupid kid live in a single dormitory, do you want to watch his roommate be killed suddenly one night?

Taketori Che frowned, this newcomer was thrown to her by the leader, and she was asked to help bring it up, the current situation can't be ignored, since that's the case...

"Dun Jun, can you sleep on the street under the overpass by yourself?"

"what?!"

Not to mention that the pupils of the white-haired boy were shocked, the colleagues in the logistics department were also stunned, and even asked, "Are you really his immediate superior?"

However, to the surprise of the mercenary, the thin boy in front of him bit his lip and nodded silently: "Yes, I will execute the order."

After that, he turned around and left, as if he wanted to find a flyover quickly...

"Hey, you're out of play." The colleague couldn't help complaining.

Taketori Che was also shocked, and spread his hands to express his helplessness: "Why is this child so stubborn?"

She hurriedly followed, hooked the young man's shoulders, and felt her arm muscles hit the other's bony shoulder bones... It hurts a bit, eat more meat!

"Just kidding, why are you so serious?" Taketori Che rubbed his head with the other hand, feeling like he was touching the magical touch of a tearful cat's head, "Forget it, you can stay at my house for a few days, huh ——How about sleeping in the toilet? When you wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, you can drink directly from the tap..."

Dun was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't know whether it was because of the girl's boss's words or because someone gently touched his head, so when he finally recovered, he quickly thanked: "Okay, thank you."

"Wow, you are too easy to feed, right? Forget it, let's go out to eat first. The cafeteria is closed at this point. What do you want to eat?"

"...Is everything okay?"

"Limited to less than 100 yen." Taketori Che said heartbrokenly, "I'm very poor!"

"Yes." The white-haired boy blinked, afraid of disappointing or displeased her, he replied cautiously, "I will eat less."

"Hahahaha Dunjun, you are very enlightened! Wait, I decided to teach you one of my fundamentals and unique skills!"

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15 minute later.

In the izakaya under the dim light, Keita Honda picked up a small glass of wine, turned his head to look at Taketori who was obviously a stranger but had an inexplicable sense of familiarity: "So you will not only go to Korea for plastic surgery during the holidays these few days Yes, I changed my name, and by the way, I went to a guerrilla team directly under my control, took in a newcomer, and finally brought a newcomer here...to take my money?!"

At this time, when Atsushi Nakajima heard this, he raised his head nervously, his cheeks were bulging, and he didn't know whether to spit out or swallow the chazuke in his mouth.

"Don't listen to the captain and you will be scared. If this guy can talk, he won't be able to divorce his wife." Taketori Che had almost figured out the fragile and introverted character of this sensitive big cat at this time, and quickly comforted the little tiger .

Atsushi Nakajima nodded obediently, and slowly chewed the chazuke again.

"Hey, Harada... No, it's time to call you Taketori. It's uncivilized to poke someone's wound." Keita Honda warned with a little alcohol.

"Is the captain angry?" Taketori Che poured wine for him, with an apologetic smile on his face, "I'm sorry, the order to change jobs was also issued by the leader suddenly, and I was also confused. To be honest, working under you is pretty cool Jolly."

Isn’t it true that Keita Honda has a bit of a temperament like an old father. In his spare time, he likes to babble about health preservation knowledge. He also takes good care of his young subordinates during work and fighting time. Taketori Che was touched by him some time ago. Not a lot of fish.

"I know." Honda didn't refuse the cup of wine poured out as a symbol of apology, he just said worriedly, "Everyone says that you are reused by the leader, which is a good thing, but..."

but what?

Keita Honda actually couldn't say it himself.

In fact, from the first time he saw the child, he felt that there was a very lonely and weird quality in her, not the so-called influence of the rebellious period, but something that went deep into the bone marrow.

Even though he knew on the bloody Christmas Eve that the opponent's combat power was no less than his own or even far surpassed him, Keita Honda still felt that... he saw the shadow of himself in the opponent.

He is from Yokohama, his mother is a worker in the folk industry in the red light district, and his father is unknown.

When he was very young, Keita Honda would sit in the small attic of his shop, watching his mother greet the male customers with a smile on the bottom door.

He wasn't ashamed, just...sad.

It would be great if I could make money when I was young, and my mother wouldn't have to torture herself to this point in order to make a living.

With this idea in mind, Honda Keita started to mix in the society at a very young age, followed the "big brothers" on the road, learned to smoke, tried to drink, and asked for protection money from shops with a long knife... He was very happy , but can't make much money, because most of the money is taken away by the big brothers.

He used to think that was powerful.

Until his mother cried and slapped him.

"I worked so hard to make money for you to study and let you go to school, but I don't want you to become a person like me! Look at what good things you have done? Smoking, drinking cough water addiction, skipping classes to go to Internet cafes, driving into Running away after hurting someone else... Keita Honda, how could I have a son like you!"

The boy at that time was in the most rebellious and irritable period, and he was not happy to hear this, "That homeless man was drunk and jumped on the front of my car. What can I do? Besides, there are no dead people! In Yokohama It's not super common..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his mother raised her palm with red eyes, as if she was about to slap her again, so she was so frightened that she bent down and ran out of the shop.

It's not that he can't beat the opponent, but Keita Honda doesn't want to aim his fist at his only relative. This is the bottom line he set for himself.

The resentful young man wandered outside for a long time, and after smoking half a pack of cheap cigarettes, he received a call from his brothers.

So he spent a restless night in the Internet cafe.The brothers asked him what was wrong, but he just casually said a few things about his family's opposition to him mixing in society, which drew bursts of ridicule.

"Do you still want to listen to your mother's words, Qi Tai? It's so embarrassing." The elder brother in charge said with a smile.

For some reason, Keita Honda felt very harsh when he heard this, so he simply pushed away the keyboard, threw away the gaming headset, got up and left the Internet cafe.The "brothers" on the way laughed louder behind him.

"Look, he's gone home to nurse!"

He didn't bother to argue, but suddenly wanted to go home.

However, what greeted him was the smashed and looted storefront and his mother covered in blood. Seeing her like this, Keita Honda trembled with fright, and quickly sent him to an underground clinic in a nearby block for treatment.

There is no way, the family has no money, and regular hospitals look down on patients, so they can only go to this small clinic that operates without a license.

Although the mother was rescued and returned, the little savings that were originally left were also spent.So it didn't take long for her to die of illness, and then she was buried hastily in a cheap cemetery in the suburbs.

Mrs. Honda later heard from neighbors that it was because his mother was infected and transmitted it to the guests. This caused the guests to come to the house with a group of thugs in a rage to make trouble.

If stealing money can be regarded as compensating customers for medical expenses... But what about beating people?What did those people do to his mother.

That was his only relative in this world.

Honda Keita, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone, thought a lot. He was wondering... If he hadn't escaped his mother's slap that night and chose to stay after being beaten, would he have been able to survive at the critical moment in the second half of the night? Protect mother?

If he hadn't gone to an Internet cafe with those cronies to hang out all night, and then went home straight after smoking, would it have changed everything?

And until the end, he didn't have time to ask his mother who died of serious injuries—Mom, can you forgive me?

Forgive the slutty teen who smokes, drinks, runs a drunk and runs away.

...he knew he was wrong.

It's a pity that his mother who is already lying on the ground will never be able to give him this answer.

It was also on that night that the young man awakened his supernatural ability [Hand of Air].

He found the guest, beat the culprit to death, and fled.Because the family of the other party called the police, he planned to flee Yokohama on a smuggling boat—then he was spotted by a senior of the port mafia, and he was cut off from it.

Until now.

Therefore, he is always unable to make the right choice at critical moments.

When his mother was beaten, he was still addicted to virtual games.

After his wife divorced him, he chose to withdraw from the front line in self-imposed exile.

Back then on Christmas Eve, when the subordinates proposed to jump over the distance between the two buildings to save the leader, they didn't speak up immediately to take the risky responsibility, but chose to retreat secretly.

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Honda Keita hates himself like this. Deep in his heart, there is still a good-for-nothing boy who wants to bend over and run away in fear whenever his mother gets angry.

So he refused to be promoted, because he would face more responsibilities and risks, and he was afraid that he would not be able to fulfill his duties.

I'm a piece of shit.

I can't protect important people.

I couldn't make the right life decision at the most critical moment, and I always regretted it afterwards.

This is my Honda Keita's failed life.

"...But." He picked up what he hadn't finished before, "Taketori, you have to be careful, and Nakajima-kun too. Only those who are alive have a future to speak of."

Taketori Che stared blankly at the middle-aged man with tears in his eyes. Although she didn't understand why he showed such a sad expression, at that moment just now, she felt that this man must have experienced something difficult to explain to outsiders. A huge and sad psychological activity.

"I will." Taketori said seriously, and then looked at Atsushi Nakajima who was still eating chazuke.

The latter noticed her staring eyes, and nodded slowly: "Me too, I will listen carefully to Miss Taketori and Senior Honda."

"Then." She smiled and raised her wine glass, "Does the captain want to join me? Return to the front-line combat troops, and I will now formally invite you."

Keita Honda's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

After a while, he looked down at the sake in his hand, and said with a strange expression: "Why did you choose me? Are you not afraid that I will mess up something at a critical moment?"

Taketori Cheol laughed heartily.

"Don't be afraid! Because if the captain is willing to help me, then I will take care of all troubles! And you used to take good care of me, now it's my turn to take care of the captain... How about it? Don't do it?"

Ben Duoqi was stunned for a moment, and declined politely: "Thank you for your kindness, but... I am not a person who can accomplish great things."

In the next second, he saw the girl squinting her beautiful light blue eyes, and retorted severely: "Don't talk about yourself like that, captain! Whether you come to my team to help, please don't look down on yourself like this! Because no matter Whether it's me or the others in the third team, they all have a high opinion of the captain."

"The captain is a reliable and gentle senior. Everyone likes you very much... It's just that they are afraid that you will start nagging because you are too proud, so they dare not say it."

A layer of faint waves appeared on the surface of the sake cup in Keita Honda's hand, reflecting the dim yellow light on the wall of the izakaya, as if sprinkled with a layer of gold leaf.

"That's it... Thank you for your recognition. I really didn't expect people like me to be praised like this by others."

The middle-aged man, who was physically and mentally exhausted, finally laughed.