Mr. Oda and his friends

"What did you say? You were bullied while playing in Tokyo? Two new friends died? Why didn't you call me!"

Mr. Zhongyuan dropped his fist on the small white European-style round table in the dessert shop. The poor table moaned hoarsely, and cracks spread out around the palm print.He hastily cast his supernatural ability, and the red light wrapped the dim sum plate in front of Hiyori, at least not letting them fall to the ground together.

If it weren't for this guy wearing a very recognizable black suit and a distinctive black top hat, the owner of the dessert shop would definitely call the police immediately... He definitely wouldn't have the guts to drive him away, at most he would be nice Complain a few words in a good mood, and other social organizations are not objects that ordinary people dare to make a big noise about.

——PortMafia reaped the benefits of fishermen in the 88-day "leading war" in the past, and successfully became the only port overlord in Yokohama.

Naturally, Hiyori didn't know about this kind of thing, and she didn't even know that the friend in front of her who was so indignant that she knocked on the table frequently had just lost five friends.For the sake of these five friends, Mr. Zhongyuan blew up a skyscraper to show his anger. He also got the nickname of a Taoist with his new partner who hated each other.

"Tell me the bastards who are offering rewards, and I will crush them!"

The "crushing" also mentioned in Zhongyuan refers to the real crushing in the physical sense, the kind that needs to be mosaiced.

Hiyori didn't realize the terrible meaning of this "crushing", and only when he was angry for a moment, he said harshly: "Killing people is not a good thing. Although I hate humans a little now, but I don't hate Chuya, don't hurt Chuya .”

"Oh! This table is really not strong, please sit over there instead."

Zhongyuan Zhong also talked about him from left to right.

If someone else said such stupid words, he would definitely be scoffed at by him, but Hiyori... she has always been like this, gentle, simple, kind, and harmless, just like the late cherry blossoms blooming on the roadside in spring.Counting it now, the lives in his hands have long been countless, so he should keep it secret and not let her know, so as not to frighten her.

During the conversation, the waiter stepped forward to apologize for the poor quality of the table, and respectfully invited the unaffected guests to move to the sofa by the window to sit down.

"I'm very sorry, this is our small gesture, I wish you a pleasant meal."

The waiter put down the glass container full of orange juice, and soon delivered two crystal and lovely glasses. Hiyori bent over and looked out through the glasses: "Pink!"

Such a girly thing, Mr. Zhongyuan would not use it even if he was beaten on weekdays, but here, he could only pretend that he didn't see the little gold rim on the rim of the pink transparent glass.

After gulping down a mouthful of fruit juice, the boy glanced at the drink with some distaste, and put it at the place farthest from him to continue the topic at the beginning: "What organization is offering the bounty, leave it to me, don't worry, No one will die."

There is a ghost if there is no human life, it can only be said that "no one will tell Miyata Hiyori that a human life has occurred".

"Huh?" Hiyori picked up the glass and held it in his hand. He felt relieved after hearing him say this: "It's a religious organization called the Panxing Cult. Mr. Fukuzawa and Sakunosuke said...they said there was no one behind this incident." It's as simple as we thought, and we went to investigate with Xia You in the past two days."

"So that's the case, are there any other behind-the-scenes black hands?"

If this is the case, it is not impossible to wait for the conclusion to emerge before doing it.In order to prevent some people from escaping in advance, the quasi-manager of PortMafia rubbed his chin and decided to go back and say hello to the people below—watched all the ports for me, and arrested anyone who planned to run away on the spot.

Thinking of this, the orange-haired boy let go of the matter for the time being, and turned to chatting about daily life: "I heard that there are a lot of new good things in the shopping street near the port. Let's go and have a look when we have time?"

Before, he had no money and no leisurely mood to accompany his sisters, but now the overall situation in Yokohama has been settled, and the teenager who longs for family affection can't wait to stay with his "family", even if it's just for an afternoon.

Out of trust in Nakahara Chuya's taste, Hiyori nodded after hearing this: "Is the shopping street near the port the one where PortMafia does business?"

Afraid that she would have any meaningful associations, Zhong Yuan leaned forward and hurriedly explained: "Don't be afraid, I'm just taking you in to have a look. Buy what suits you, and don't buy what doesn't suit you. PortMafia can't force others to buy what they don't want. stuff, right!"

If it was him, of course he wouldn't force people to buy and sell by force, but it might be possible to change that mackerel.

"Going? I'll take you to the Ministry of Internal Affairs first. When you're done, send a message to Mr. Fukuzawa to explain where you're going, and I'll take you to the beach. I forgot to tell you, I got a special car last month. It’s an exciting locomotive that hasn’t carried outsiders yet.”

After reading the materials and finishing the paper work, Rihe counted on his fingers to make sure that there were no other tasks that needed to be rushed by himself, so he nodded quickly: "Okay, let's send the documents first."

Chuya Nakahara sent Hiyori to the Ministry of Internal Affairs as promised, and watched her walk into the office building from a distance, the boy turned around and called Koyo Ozaki: "Sister Hongye, please help me to pay attention to the one in Tokyo." A religious organization named 'Pan Xing Sect'."

"Huh? No, it's not a business matter, it's just a private matter. Well, I see, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, he contacted the deputy who had just been transferred: "Give me a look at the airport and the pier, take pictures? Sister Hongye will send someone over later..."

Waiting for Rihe to walk out from the Ministry of Internal Affairs empty-handed, the orange-haired boy stepped on a pink and purple heavy motorcycle and let everyone watch.

The car is a good car, and the person is also very handsome. The problem is that when put together, I don’t know why there is a kind of worrying doubt-will it really not fall?Are you sure it won't slip?

The girl walked up to Nakaya against the gazes of passers-by, and jumped twice on the spot: "I can't reach it."

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked back, curled his lips, picked her up with one hand and "put" her on the back seat: "Drink more milk, you, I will be 1.6 meters soon, and I can predict that I will grow taller in the future."

As he spoke, he raised his chest up.

"I don't know why, I always grow very slowly. But recently, there seems to be signs of growing taller. Maybe I will become taller next spring." Hiyori poked Chuya's waist very seriously to justify himself, The orange-haired boy dodged and twisted left and right: "Don't poke, itchy!"

"Oh."

Then don't poke.

After the low roar of the engine, the pink locomotive flew away at an unimaginable speed, and the passers-by who had been paying attention here were stunned.

It's not driving too fast, it's flying too low.

Remember to wear your helmets, you lawless young men!

"Wow--"

The speed reaches a certain level, and the familiar street scene changes wonderfully.Lines replace color blocks, the wind blows the hair back, and the whole person feels as free as a bird.Hiyori grabbed the hem of Nakahara Nakaya's suit jacket, turned around and looked from side to side, his eyes were almost exhausted.

Zhongye's voice floated intermittently from the front: "It's interesting, there are many cars during the day, so that's the only way to go, but it can be faster at night." Night is indeed more interesting than daytime. At night, he can use supernatural powers to drive cars to buildings. Go up the facade and open it as you want. If you do this during the day, you will probably be interviewed by Mr. Mori.

Normally it would take half an hour to travel, but he arrived at his destination in just 10 minutes.He found a familiar place and threw the car away, and Chuya "carried" Hiyori out of the back seat again: "Let's go, what else do you want to eat?"

"Yeah, eat! Sugar biscuits."

The sweet smell came from the side of the road, and she felt a little heavy on her legs.

Isn't it sugar cake, eat it!

After just a few minutes, the two each carried a bag of snacks to exchange ideas.Hiyori is a standard sweet party, and Chuya is not picky about food other than wine, but it's not that he can't taste it together.Just as Zhongyuan Zhongye shifted his gaze to the newly opened video game hall on the side of the road, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Miss Hongye?"

Taking a few steps forward to answer the phone, the boy's voice was several degrees lighter than usual because of his happy mood.But after hearing what the other party explained, the haze gathered between his brows again: "...I see, it must be a misunderstanding, so I'll go back."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and looked at Hiyori who was staring at the jeweled handicraft behind him: "I'm sorry, the club I'm working on has something urgent and I need to take care of it. Let's play here first, and I'll take you to Chinatown."

The big sister in charge of intelligence told him the bad news, Zhong Yuan Zhong also decided to go back to the port headquarters to find out who was so bold, dared to openly bid on the dark web of the black market and offered a reward to one of the "double blacks", the "family member of PortMafia's Gravity Envoy" ".

Fuck, I really ate bear bile, do you want to fight gravity?

Hearing his words, Rihe moved his eyes away from the dazzling jewel ornaments, his eyes were full of clear trust: "Okay, work is very important."

Turning her head to think for a while, she broke through the personality and added another sentence: "Rest is also very important, don't forget to pay overtime."

I have worked for 007 for the government of the time for so many years, but I haven't received a penny of salary. It's a big loss!

"Okay, okay, don't worry about me, get in the car."

Zhongyuan Zhong also speaks with a gangster air anyway, ignoring the wording problems caused by the living environment, he is actually a very good communicator.

The pink-purple locomotive "takes off" again despite its hard work, roaring towards the plaque in China Street, Fang Rihe slowly walked towards the detective agency, then turned his head and rushed back to the five black buildings standing by the sea beside the port.It's very sad that I met a mackerel outside the elevator in the garage. This guy's sleepwalking dead fish eyes especially made Zhongyuan Zhong feel unreasonably irritable.

"A good dog doesn't get in the way."

The boy showed a "unlucky" expression: "It's a pity that you are still alive."

"Yeah... It's a pity. I was lying on the bed thinking about new ways to commit suicide. It's already a bit of a sign. Mr. Sen called me to work overtime after a phone call. Really, it's disgusting!"

The unbandaged eye of the dark-haired boy wandered in vain, like a sea creature after it left the water.

The original plan was to take people out to patrol the streets diligently. Hearing this, Zhong Ye was furious—everyone is working hard, so why should you just do nothing to catch fish?It's fine for you to fish alone, why should you push all the work on me?Have the ability to share your salary too!

Osamu Dazai lazily turned his face away.

Don't do it, don't give it, huh, huh.

What are you doing to me?