Me, the villain!

In the blink of an eye, Fyodor disappeared without a trace, and Rei Atobe wanted to go after him but was stopped by Mori Ogai.

He shook his head slightly and said, "There's no need to chase."

But behind the scenes, he made a gesture to signal the Mafia members hiding in the dark to follow Fyodor.

"What did Fyodor assassinate you for?"

Rei Atobe brainstormed, and instantly came up with a very reliable guess.

It must be Nakahara Chuya and Fyodor to kill Mori Ogai so that he can take the lead!Absolutely.

Chuya Nakahara, who heard the news of Mori Ogai's assassination, sneezed violently.

He immediately went to the place where Fyodor escaped according to the location given by the members.

Fyodor’s escape path had been determined before the assassination. In the alley with four turns and eight turns, people who are not familiar with the route can easily get lost in the alley.

"Damn it, where is the man?"

He walked deep down the alley where Fyodor was lost, and he remembered the sound of sewage flowing into the sewer, and there were flies hovering on the garbage pile in the alley.

Zhongyuan Zhongye put his hand under his nose, and the smell in the alley was very offensive.

Faint voices came from the alley.

"Ma... Fei..."

"Book……"

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath and quickly approached the source of the sound.

He was sticking to the wall, listening to the conversation between the two inside.

There was a flash of reflected light from the tall buildings outside the alley, and he realized what was hidden on the tall buildings.

a sniper.

The moment Mu Cangzi shot, Nakahara Chuya's pupils constricted.

"Mackerel, get out of the way."

Dazai was pulled down to the wall by the huge pulling force, he held on to the wall unsteadily, and a bullet hit the place where he was standing just now.

The sniper did not give up, and aimed at Osamu Dazai's heart again.Nakahara didn't think about it either, and stretched out his hand to push Osamu Dazai behind him.

The bullet stopped within a centimeter of the tip of his nose.

The bullet that lost gravity floated up, and after Zhongyuan Zhongya withdrew his ability, the bullet fell to the ground and rolled all the way into the garbage dump.

Fyodor is no longer there.

Dazai patted the ashes on his body and joked, "Follow me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also "cut" a sentence: "I have time to follow you? Funny."

He straightened his hat and turned back the same way.

Dazai lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, he took out his mobile phone and immediately called Kunikida.

His face was serious.

"Kunikida-kun, protect President Fukuzawa immediately."

***

"Boss, I lost it." Nakahara Chuya, who was going to return to his command, said.

Rei Atobe curled his lips, of course he was lost, the person who assassinated Mori Ogai was not with your boss.

Mori Ogai said, "Chuya-kun, I don't blame you."

Nakahara Chuya had something to say to Mori Ogai, but Rei Atobe who was present managed to silence him, and he withdrew silently.

If you can stay away from Rei Atobe, you will be farther away.

"Thank you for your pity today."

Atobe waved his hand resolutely and said: "It's nothing, Fyodor who assassinated you is not very good at fighting. He is obviously a sportsman, why is he so weak, fortunately he is still a member of the fighting nation."

Mori Owai lowered his eyes, there was a small thick shadow under his eyes, he took a sip of tea and asked, "You know him?"

Atobe said: "Don't you know? The famous Russian figure skater, Fyodor Nikiforov."

"Really?" Mori Ogai pondered, how could the Fyodor in Atobe's mouth be so different from his information?

The data of Fyodor, who once killed the cadre A of Port Mafia with a trick, has been stored in the database of Port Mafia, and the figure skater mentioned by Rei Atobe is completely two people except for the same birthplace and name. .

Mori Ogai said softly: "Can you tell me about this figure skater Fyodor Nikiforov?"

Atobe nodded: "Okay, what aspect of him do you want to hear? Emotional or career?"

Mori Ogai hesitated and said, "...it's fine."

"Okay, then I'll tell you everything, first about his career and then about his feelings."

Rei Atobe glanced at the time: "The story is a bit long, I'll order takeaway first, what do you want to eat?"

Mori Ogai squeezed out a smile, a little reluctantly: "I'll ask the chef to cook whatever you want to eat."

Rei Atobe thought of the green meal she ate at noon, and refused without hesitation: "No, Mafia at the port eats too healthy, I want to eat junk food."

Alice immediately threw away the paintbrush in her hand, and couldn't wait to order food: "Okay, I want to eat French fries, hamburger and big chicken drumsticks!"

The two young people have already started ordering junk food, while the elderly Mori Ogai is drinking health tea.

"The best way to be young is to get along with young people" is simply bullshit. Being with young people makes him feel older and older.

After ordering, Rei Atobe can finally start telling the story: "When I finish telling the story, the takeaway should be ready to arrive."

She poured herself a full cup of tea: "This is a very long story, starting from Feordo's birth..."

Mori Ogai interrupted: "Ahem, there's no need to start talking so early."

"Then let's start with his first contact with figure skating."

[The more wealth one possesses, the more empty Fyodor feels.

Today is his 17th birthday, without the blessing of his parents, because his parents went to heaven, leaving him only a business empire waiting for him to inherit.

The assistant Xiao Putao bought the cake and came back. He looked at the candles on the cake and his consciousness drifted.

Life is boring, and the longer he lives, the more meaningless he feels.

As soon as he finished blowing out the candles, Little Putao couldn't wait to pile up a bunch of documents on his desk.

The desk was overwhelmed by papers, and he was almost overwhelmed by the despair that spread in his life.

He picked up his coat and fled directly: "I have a party tonight, let's go first."

Little Putao said helplessly: "Fyodor, how long are you going to live in a sensual way? I have had enough of coming to the villa every morning to deal with women for you. I am your assistant, not your nanny."

Fyodor said helplessly, "If you want to resign, I won't stop you."

Little Putao blushed with his indifferent attitude.

"You're such an asshole!"

He shrugged helplessly, thinking that Little Putao was quite right, he was indeed a jerk.

"Master, do you have two new text messages?"

This is an artificial intelligence developed by himself.

He slumped on the sofa again, and if there was a party, he would be lying to Little Putao.

Since meeting Yuriko, he has never touched a woman again.

After the only one appeared, the others became not even considered particular.

"Who is the sender?"

"Yuriko."

He said in surprise, "Check it out."

"Miss Baihezi said that she got into the ideal high school, and she specially shared this good news with you."

"Looks like I need to prepare a birthday present for Yuriko."

Yuriko is a netizen he met unintentionally. They met through a minesweeper game. It was the first time he met a girl who was so compatible with his soul.

the next day.

The little grape who was mad at Fyodor didn't quit, her work ethic is way better than some people's character.

She handed over the itinerary: "There is a figure skating competition in the afternoon that requires you to attend."

Feordo felt incredible: "What do you want me to do in the figure skating competition?"

Little Putao smiled and said, "This is when you talked about the figure skating competition with your ex-girlfriend. You were coaxed into investing in the competition. Now the organizer invites you to present the prize."

Fyodor had long since forgotten about it.

After he was dressed up, he was arranged on the rostrum like a marionette.

There are tiny ice scums on the skating rink, and the ice blades slashed, refracting the light like starlight.

On the field, he saw the graceful figure skaters.

At this moment, he was infected by the light, and he firmly engraved the person jumping on the ice rink into his mind.

The ground shook unsteadily, and a violent explosion swept across the entire tennis court.

"Fyodor is here!"

"Hurry up and take him away!"

When his eyes went dark, Fyodor's consciousness fell into chaos.

"Wake up, wake up."

Fyodor opened his eyes, and the person who woke him up was Gogol, the favorite to win the figure skating competition.

He looked around and found that it was a closed house. Were the gangsters kidnapping him just for money?

Gogol sighed: "During your coma, I found out the reason for kidnapping us is for money."

Fyodor said directly: "I can understand kidnapping me for money, but I can't understand kidnapping you as a figure skater."

Gogol couldn't believe it: "Do you know what my full name is?"

"My full name is Gogol Wayne, Wayne of the Wayne Group."

The Wayne Group, which is as rich as the Nikiforov Group, Fyodor understood the reason for kidnapping him.

"Why does the young master of a consortium want to become an athlete without doing business?"

Gogol looked up and could only see the dark ceiling: "Life is boring, every minute and every second is very tormented, only figure skating makes me feel a little bit of last fun."

At this moment, the dazzling light on Gogol stabbed Fyodor.

He had hobbies, Fyodor didn't.

He murmured, "Is figure skating so interesting?"

The robbers used them to demand a huge ransom from Wayne Group and Nikiforov Group.

The two people who were imprisoned did not give up on saving themselves, they seized the loophole when changing the list and escaped successfully.

The robbers who spotted them fleeing immediately caught up with them.

The annoyed robber pulled the trigger, and Gogol pushed Fyodor away to block the shot for him.

The eyes were all blood, and Fyodor was stunned by the redness of his eyes.

The gunfire continued, and Gogol pushed him forward: "Go, go!"

The police who arrived in time rushed in and subdued the criminals.

Fyodor covered his wound with trembling hands, blood seeped from his fingers continuously.

"Get up, you still have to go to the field to compete."

Gogol smiled sadly: "I probably won't be able to make it to the next game."

His breathing was getting weaker and he thought back to his days on the figure skating rink.

He looked at Fyodor, who felt that life was meaningless just like him before, and said, "Fyodor, figure skating is beautiful, but you can try it too."

Gogol's eyes closed, and Fyodor took his drooping hand.

"Okay, I'll try."

See if it heals me as it heals you. ]

When the takeaway arrived, Rei Atobe stopped telling the story and ran downstairs to get the takeaway.

Alice said sadly: "The story of the man who assassinated Rintaro is so touching."

Mori Ogai had a complicated expression.

He could conclude that the Fyodor that Rei Atobe knew and the Fyodor he knew were definitely not the same.