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Zhong also instructed several subordinates to clean up the scene and the corpses. He stood aside and looked at the moon in the sky, seemingly calm, but his hands in his pockets were already shaking with excitement.

"Great, now we can do business. Thank you, Mr. Chuya. If Mr. Chuya needs any help, please feel free to come to us." After completing the task, the little leader was relieved. In addition to being grateful in my heart, I also hope that I can follow Zhongye in the future.

At the end, he asked again, "Master Chuya seems to be in a good mood, do you want to have a drink together later?"

Zhong also came back to his senses, touched the corner of his mouth, and found that he was indeed smiling.

"Next time, I have something to do today." If he went to drink today, he would definitely get drunk.

While the two were talking, the body of the person with the disguise ability had been packed and brought out. After confirming that they were correct, they took all the survivors and the body back to the dungeon of Mafia at the port. Sister Hongye would be in charge of the subsequent torture work.

Zhong also went to the office of Sister Hongye's direct subordinates to randomly find an empty desk. Even though Mafia usually moves at night, she would not stay in the office to go out to work, so the office was empty at this time, only Zhong was writing hard. Write a task report quickly.

Although it was the first time for the 15-year-old Chuya to come into contact with this kind of paperwork, there were countless templates in his mind for his reference, because a partner who always didn't know where to commit suicide after completing the task, his colleague In general, one person undertakes the report load of two people, and a martial artist is abruptly trained to write a good report.

Those who heard it were weeping, and those who saw it were sad.

When Chuya thought of this, he accidentally broke a pen.He stared at the half-written report that was ruined by ink, and thought to himself that Dazai was really up to no good.

After rewriting it, he became more proficient, and he finished it in a short time. After finishing the report, he confirmed to the leader's secretary, Aizawa, that the leader was still in the office, and went straight to find it.

After going through layers of inspections, Chuya came to the chief's office on the top floor again. If it hadn't been past zero, he would be here for the fourth time today.

The lights were not turned on in the empty office, only the moonlight poured in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the shadows of the panes on the ground and outlining the outline of Sen.

Seeing the report presented in his eyes, Mori raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "It's better than expected, and the movements are very clean. It seems that Nakaya-kun has indeed learned a lot from the future."

Once again Sen lamented his good luck.

After Chuya finished his report, Mori said with a satisfied smile, "I've been busy until now, thank you, Chuya-kun."

"This is what I should do."

Mori came out from behind the desk, opened his arms and faced Yokohama under the moon like an embrace. His tone was very cheerful, as if he was humming a ditty, but his words were full of swords and swords, "All the opposition has been resolved, This is really great, I was worrying about who would guard Lan Tangjun after he defected, but now I don't have to."

Hearing Rimbaud mentioned by the leader, Chuya lowered his head slightly.

Sen looked at him sideways, half of his figure was clearly displayed in the moonlight, and half in the shadow of the backlight, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Does Zhongye know why I didn't give you a token?"

"Subordinates don't know."

"I'm wondering what kind of token I should give Zhongye-kun. Is it the pistol left by Lantang-kun? No, that's a warning from Lantang-kun. Is it a scalpel? It feels like Zhongye-kun won't need it either. As for the overcoat, I already gave it to Dazai-kun, and Nakaya-kun probably doesn’t want to wear the same clothes as Dazai-kun.”

Chuya showed a relieved expression when he heard the words, he was really worried that he and Dazai were wearing the same style of coat, and he was going to throw up thinking about it.

Sen paced back and forth in distress, and finally, he slapped his palm and walked in front of Chuya, completely shrouding Chuya in his shadow.

"After much deliberation, this is the only one that is more suitable." Sen pulled off the red scarf hanging around his neck.

Zhong Ye's pupils shrank, his heart trembled slightly, "Boss, this is..."

For Chuya, who has seen the world of the leader Dazai, this red scarf, which has been the leader of the Mafia port for three generations, is simply a symbol of the leader of the organization, just like Vongola's ring.

"Yes, this is a token given to me by the leader of the previous generation." Sen stroked the somewhat old scarf, showing nostalgia.

During the time when Zhongye was performing the task, Sen had actually been thinking about Zhongye.

Zhongya is simply a godsend, whether it is ability or the future in his mind, it can benefit Sen greatly, which is why Sen will allow him to join the organization.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that this young man, who was supposed to be his most loyal subordinate, actually wanted to become the leader after knowing the future.

Even though he realized that Zhong is also a loyal person, and analyzed that he is a person who values ​​love and righteousness and would not do such things as usurping the throne, Sen still inevitably suspects him, wondering if he will one day be in front of him. Take it over when making decisions.

People who have ghosts in their hearts, everyone has ghosts.

Just as he saw his shadow in Dazai, so he couldn't help but suspect him, Mori Ogai is such a person.

However, his skepticism and trust go hand in hand.

While being skeptical, Sen also felt that it would be a good choice to train Zhongye to be a suitable successor to the leader.

Compared with being usurped by someone one day, Chuya's ability and character are at least guaranteed, and he also has the same goal as him - the three-hour plan to protect Yokohama.

Sen became the leader of the port Mafia in order to achieve this goal. If the goal can be achieved, he actually doesn't mind resigning to become an ordinary secret doctor or the director of an orphanage.

After analyzing the pros and cons of various Chuya, Mori approved Chuya as a candidate for heir.Zhong Ye is still too immature, he will take him for at least five or six years, and during this period, he may meet a more suitable candidate.

Mori hung the red scarf around Zhongya's neck, and at such a close distance, Zhongya could clearly see his expression.

It is gratification and expectation.

Zhong also suddenly thought of another world. The peers in that world were not taken away by the sheep, but were adopted by the leader. He could often see that Mr. Mori showing such a look to the peers.

"Whether this scarf is used as an ordinary token or as a proof of the leader's status, it all depends on your future performance, Mr. Chuya." Mori raised Chuya's face with his white-gloved hand, and brushed Chuya's face. Out of the corner of his eye, "You can call me teacher. I'm glad you can get future information, but I also hope you can distinguish well. The organization you belong to is this port Mafia, and the person you are loyal to is me."

He saw Nakaya's occasional daze, and guessed that it might be seeing him as another Mori Ogai.

His subordinates, his disciples, it is better to recognize people clearly.

The light red scarf around his neck was as heavy as if it had been exerted by gravity, and he was composed, with a firm and confident expression on his face.

"I see, teacher."

Most people are trying to prove that they are different from others, even if it is compared with themselves in other worlds.After seeing the world of so many peers, apart from joy, Chuya also felt somewhat frustrated.

It turns out that there are so many people who have the same life and the same choice as him, maybe they will switch worlds one day and no one will find out, including themselves.

But it was different from this moment. This was a name for Mori Ogai that had never been seen in the world he saw, and it seemed to anchor the world in which he existed.

He is the Central Plains Chuya of this world.

I am also pleased with this conclusion.

"Good boy." Mori rubbed Nakaya's brown messy hair in satisfaction, "For the sake of Nakaya-kun's outstanding performance today, I will not pursue the matter of you letting go of the defected quasi-cadre Lantang-kun. But it’s not an example.”

"Yes, thank you teacher."