[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

They said they were waiting for someone to come, but in the next few days, nothing strange happened in the Central Plains. Missions and assassins were killed, and everything was the same as usual.

If it wasn't for the photo album still staying in the young man's locked drawer, Chuya even thought that the bizarre experience of the past few days was just a dream in his busy schedule.

The only sequelae is that the red-haired youth unconsciously shows a high degree of attention to the black hair that appears around him, especially the secretary Akutagawa Gin who stands in the shadow of the chief's office.

Every time he is summoned by the leader, he can feel the sharp gaze from the Gravitator.

Naturally, Osamu Dazai couldn't let go of the abnormal behavior of important cadres for several days.

——After all, the plan has reached the critical third stage, and he absolutely does not allow any changes at this critical juncture.

"Chuya, do you know what you look like now?"

In the chief's office, a cold voice came from the supreme position in the center. In all the spaces decorated only in black, there was a coldness that could not be lost to the devil.

If there were other people in this room at this moment, they would probably have bowed their heads in fear and trembled, but at this time, it was Chuya Chuya who was guarding Dazai Osamu.

Nakaya stood behind Osamu Dazai, dressed in black, with his eyes and hair covered by a black hat, his whole body was like a weapon dormant in the darkness.

Anyone who dares to cross the threshold half a step will be killed by the highest combat power of the port Mafia.

Nakahara also squinted at Osamu Dazai, feeling that this half-dead mackerel had nothing good to say.

Facts have proved that the young supreme fighter's instincts in this regard have never been wrong.

"You're like a wild dog looking for meat and bones after smelling the smell." Osamu Dazai said while processing the documents, "It's so tragic, even I feel a little sympathetic to that person."

"Huh? Who are you calling a dog?!" Zhong Yuan's face darkened when he heard this.

"Oh, I didn't refute the second half of the sentence at all."

The black-haired leader was keenly aware of the difference, and stopped what he was doing with a little interest, "Tell me, after all, he is also the top cadre of our organization. What kind of person is the other party?"

"If you think of a dark mafia, it's easy to be attracted to pure white."

"What a mess."

Nakahara was also disgusted by Osamu Dazai's words at eight o'clock, "It's just a suspicious guy. Hiding his head and showing his tail, wait for him to appear..."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "Just solve it?"

"..."

The words were already on his lips, but for some reason, the smiling faces of the black-haired teenagers in those photos unconsciously appeared in front of Nakahara Chuya, and he couldn't say the word "solve".

The gravitationalist lowered the brim of his hat, a little annoyed by the unreasonable emotion in his heart, "...In short, I will not let that guy have a chance to threaten PortMafia."

A flash of understanding flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and he looked at Zhongya Zhongya's appearance in novelty: "I really didn't expect that the loyal Zhongyuan cadres are actually pure-hearted."

"Snapped"

The one who answered Osamu Dazai was the newly sprouted veins on the heads of the innocent Central Plains cadres.

Osamu Dazai stared at his gravitationalist's clenched sandbag fist, and thought calmly, if he hadn't been sitting in this seat, he would have been beaten sideways and flew out.

but……

Pfft, Chuya Nakahara, the innocent school.

puff.

Some scumbag leaders are quite majestic on the surface, but they are constantly stepping on the bottom line of their subordinates and laughing wildly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more sinister, the next second when the head of Mafia at the port was about to splatter blood on the spot, a report came from outside the door, ending the upcoming comedy.

"Leader, I am Dun, come back to my command."

This report was like a signal, Osamu Dazai put away his teasing of his former partner, and once again showed the majestic expression that seemed lifeless in Jojo.

"Come in." Dazai said.

After Atsushi Nakajima entered, Osamu Dazai turned his attention to the gravity user beside him.

Although the best time has been missed...

Still, it's a good thing to be able to enjoy the slug jokes until it's all over.As a leader who cares about his subordinates, of course he has to help them.

Osamu Dazai who thought so kindly smiled at Nakahara Chuya.

"Speaking of which, Chuya, do you want a vacation?"

Atsushi Nakajima, who had been trembling since he came in to report, swore that when he saw this Mr. Gravity Envoy, who was admired by his subordinates and feared by his enemies, his hat jumped up in fright.

So that night, Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, who was inexplicably forced to take a vacation by the leader, appeared in the lobby on the first floor in a low-pressure suit, and successfully made the subordinates next to him who wanted to get off work to get high silently back to the corner.

hateful!What the hell is that mackerel thinking, let him take a vacation at this time, is he dead?

——"Chuya, you are the cadre, and I am the leader. The leader's order is absolute, remember to obey it."

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's angry face again, Nakahara Chu also spat with a dark face, "Ah, never mind, let him do as he pleases, that guy won't die anyway.

The red-haired youth left the PortMafia building with a manic face and got into the car.

Before starting the engine, the young man reached into his pocket with his right hand to grab a cigarette, but when his finger touched the box, he paused slightly.

Nakahara also lowered his head, looked at the cigarette case that was accidentally crushed by himself, and fell silent.

Very good, it seems that before going home to catch up on sleep, I have to go to the convenience store.

The hard-working Mr. Cadre lay on the steering wheel and wiped his face wearily.

Some mafia cadres look majestic, but in fact they don't mind working as 007, but rarely go to a convenience store to buy cigarettes after get off work at night.

Well, it's too bad.

****

"Thank you for coming, welcome to come again next time—"

The transparent automatic door closed behind him, and the cold night wind blew in through the crack of the door that hadn't been fully closed, and the little brother at the cash register shivered silently.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lit a cigarette casually and stood in the night wind for a while.

It was only 10 o'clock in the evening, and there were no pedestrians staying on the road in Yokohama.

Since Osamu Dazai became the new leader four years ago, Hong Kong and Black have expanded outward at an astonishing speed, and their influence has penetrated into various fields of justice, finance, business, and politics. Not only Yokohama, but the entire Kanto have become Hong Kong. Black bag.

Thanks to this, the reputation of the brutality of Hong Kong and black in Yokohama has become more and more popular. It does not mean that they attack civilians.

... Well, at least Yokohama's security at night is unquestionable.

Just as the red-haired youth thought this way, he heard quite typical movements from a dark alley not far away.

"Cute girl finds—"

"Hey, don't rush to go, how about playing some fun games with your brothers?"

Nakahara Chuya, who just said that the law and order in Yokohama was good at night, was slapped in the face: "..."

There is a saying in Hong Kong and Black that a cadre from the Central Plains travels a thousand miles, and a good deed goes a long way.

That is to say, Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, who will help the old lady cross the road, was once selected as an enthusiastic citizen of Yokohama.

□□Conscience rubbed out the cigarette with his thumb expressionlessly, and walked towards the sound.

The noisy laughter in the dark alley was getting louder, and there was a clear and pleasant voice in it.

The owner of that voice was not in a hurry, as if he didn't realize how bad a situation he was in, and was still asking directions stupidly——

"Thank you for the invitation, but I don't want to play games. I just want to ask, how should this PortMaria go, do you know?"

Port what?

Zhong Yuan, who had already reached the entrance of the alley, twitched his eyelids, and an inexplicable intuition made his thoughts pause for a second, and he became irritated even with the beating of his chest.

The red-haired young man narrowed his eyes, and by the dim light on the side of the road, he saw a group of bastards with hair dyed in strange colors surrounding someone,

The person inside is petite, and his appearance is covered, only a strand of black hair can be seen flashing between the people, with a healthy luster.

"Hahahaha, did you hear what this girl just said?"

"PortMaria? Hahahahahahaha, what kind of underground idol group is this hahahaha, it's so funny!"

"Come on, girl, my brothers will take you to heaven to find Maria."

The petite "girl" who was surrounded, Shenshang Zhuli looked at the salty pig's hand stretched out and sighed wearily.

Bad luck, really bad luck.

After finally accepting a high-paying commission with food and lodging, Zhu Li, the god who packed the package and served the boss at the first time, found out that he was indeed too young.

Facts have proved that there is no pie in the sky.

Life is a process of ups and downs.

Ever since he set foot on the land of Yokohama, Zhu Li has experienced his wallet being stolen, his mobile phone being snatched by a dog, and even his only entrustment letter falling into the water.

Hungry all the way, finally relying on divination to ask the way and guessing came here.

As a result, it was dark, and I met a group of idiots who couldn't understand human language, regardless of gender.

Ah, Yokohama, this city is definitely against him.

Lord Rage God, I miss you so much, I'm so hungry, oh--

Juvenile Zhu Li sighed heavily with an MMP in his heart, rolled up his sleeves and was about to physically decontaminate the group of idiots in front of him,

A strange voice inserted forcibly, interrupting Zhu Li's energy accumulation.

"Hey Zha Zai, stay away from her—"

The eyes of the little gangsters in front of them changed. They turned around and looked at the person who dared to meddle in their own business.

"Ah? Where did you come from? You are not tall, but you dare to come to the hero to save the beauty. Have you asked your grandfather about 1.8 meters?"

The author has something to say:

Known clues:

after waiting for many days

God Zhu Li, finally appeared

Mr. Zhongyuan Hero Saves the Beauty

But was ridiculed by the little guy

Dangerous, 1.8 meters, dangerous

So who actually placed the commission to attract Zhu Li?

underground idol group

Mr. Daxintai, PortMaria

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottle of cat cat latte;

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