Port Mafia executives have something to say

"Is this incident also expected by His Highness Ogai?"

The beauty of night cherry blossoms lies in the momentary beauty that is disturbed by the night wind when the coquettish double cherry blossoms and the cold silver moon blend together, and the flowers, the moon and the wind reflect each other and reveal the beauty of the moment.

And the beauty of Ozaki Hongye lies in the fact that she seems to stop burning her own life all the time. The first thing she sees under her gorgeous clothes is not her beauty, but her sad and elegant temperament, which is not inferior to anyone else. Without flinching - the heart of guardianship.

"How about stopping your murderous aura for a while, Hongye-kun."

At the end of the long table, the leader of the port Mafia, who was sipping black tea indifferently, was not at all shaken by the solemn murderous intent, and he didn't even carry the slightest warning in his words, as if he was just saying that your umbrella blocked me from the sun. little things.

He didn't care about the small offense of the cadre's gaffe, and he didn't care if a sharp umbrella blade suddenly appeared on his neck.Not only because he was beyond the courage of ordinary people, but also because all of this was a mere plan in Mori Ogai's mind.

Just like when you put a knife on your pillow and fell asleep, would you still get angry because you cut your face with the sharp blade?

Even if there is, it is the act of a fool.

Mori Ogai, on the other hand, is always on the side of absolute logic and reason.Although those warm and sincere hearts and years of speculative relationships will occasionally move him, but they will never shake this man's firm footsteps in leading the port mafia to continue and complete the "Three Moment Concept".

"..."

"The beloved subordinates of the slave family have encountered such terrible treatment, and there is no need to make up for it with blood. How can this sorrow be resolved?"

Koyo Ozaki covered her mouth with her sleeves, but held the slender umbrella blade in her backhand but hovered an inch between Mori Ogai's eyebrows without moving. A sharp weapon that can kill in an instant.

"Subordinate? Are you talking about Mr. Zhongye? Or Mr. Jing?"

Mori Ogai laughed shortly, "Both of them are quasi-cadres now, and children must be allowed to fly alone when they grow up, even if it breaks their wings, it is inevitable, you said Is this the truth?"

"Your Excellency, the strongest assassin in the history of the port mafia, 'Yasha'."

"Humph."

Ozaki Hongye sneered and put away her weapon, turned around and returned to her seat to kneel down. There were already many flower branches scattered in the celadon vase in front of her. She picked out a rose that looked like the setting sun weeping blood, and looked at it for a while. He frowned in displeasure.

"What a ruthless man. In order to complete the experiment, he doesn't even care if his disciple's life is on the line?"

"Dazai-kun can't be defeated by such a difficulty. Rather than saying that his life is hanging by a thread, it's better to say that he is enjoying it now. Ah, as for the main branch, how about choosing the white camellia that blooms just right?"

"Shut up, don't point fingers at the slave family's Huadao."

The seemingly insignificant leader immediately raised his hand and surrendered, but in order to maintain his office style, he still tried to struggle, "No, that, this flower arrangement is not an apology that Mr. Hongye himself said he would give me... I see, please continue."

Koyo Ozaki snorted softly, and retracted the murderous but illusory [Golden Yaksha]. She looked at the arranged flower branch for a moment, placed it in the center of the long table with her own hands, and then turned to the supreme ruler of the port mafia. The visitor bowed his bow obediently, turned around and left slowly, dragging the corners of his kimono skirt embellished with a few Bana flowers.

"Oh my, is this really... blue snowflake...?"

The doctor in the white coat got up from behind the desk, his fingers gently brushed over the two stunning red and white flowers standing side by side, and stopped on the inconspicuous blue-purple flower that became the background of the entire scene.Finally he withdrew his hand, looked at the starry night sky and let out a long sigh.

"What a pity, Hongye-kun."

"This time, there are only two people who passed the test."

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"Ah - sneeze!"

Wrapped from head to toe in a thick, warm blanket, I nestled in the corner of the semi-circular booth. The scene of reunion between my forehead and the fever-reducing patch after a long absence was quite touching, and two nearby onlookers expressed their sympathy.

"Hey, take the medicine." "Your body is really weak."

After I took the medicine, the crowd continued to quarrel with each other.

"You still have the nerve to say him, who made this kind of cold-hearted battle plan?!"

"My plan was perfect, so the one who let the enemy go in the end is the one who made a mistake!"

"Huh—?! Tell me again?! Who sent the retreat order suddenly? It's not the first time, you bastard! And the number of enemies and intelligence are completely inconsistent, you want to kill me?!"

"That's right, that's right, I didn't expect that with Zhongye's brain size, I could guess it. As expected, dogs that have been domesticated will become smarter!"

"You bastard - die to me!!!"

"Ah - sneeze!"

Let’s not talk about what will happen to Dazai in the end, anyway, I feel like I’m going to die right now, I’m going to die from a headache, I’m so uncomfortable, I’m so noisy, I’m so annoyed, no matter what the way of death is, I’m going to die anyway.

The two blacks stopped aligning with each other again, and looked over in unison.

"Drink the water." "It's so noisy, Mr. Jing."

...there is really no end to the two of you.

I directly pushed away the water glass that Aidou handed over, and desperately reached for the earphones that were thrown on the table.

"Noisy? Don't even think about who caused the current result!"

"Obviously Chuya's voice is more—"

The quarrel was interrupted by the music, and I finally breathed out a sigh of relief. The brisk and sweet "RainTears" slowly flowed in my ears, and I felt lazily relaxed.

This is a bar under the name of Port Mafia.

Don't ask me why I went to eat supper and ended up coming to this kind of place. When I found out that the people who came to support were guerrillas directly under the leader, I didn't have any hope of being able to eat a bowl of hot ramen plainly.

However, I never expected that Dazai would be able to [muffle] so much as to directly bring me, a minor who is still sick, into the bar.

Well, it’s not just the three of us, but also the Mafia members who participated in the operation tonight and are responsible for the aftermath support, and most of them are guerrilla members who are trembling under Dazai’s hands to make a living. It’s really not suitable to run with so many people Go to the food stand late at night to scare people.

Especially the guerrillas, it is said that each of them was trained/taught by Dazai himself, an elite who can top ten in all aspects-but each elite has a face of tortured bitterness and deep hatred.

Seriously, I feel a little sympathy every time I see them.

……

"Mossy, Mossy—"

Holding a cup of hot sweet milk in my hand, I weakly took out my phone and connected it.

"..."

"Moxi Moxi?" Why didn't anyone speak?

I took the phone from my ear and took a look, only to realize it was my personal number.

Generally, I only use this number when I'm in contact with people who have nothing to do with the other world.

In order to protect the private lives of high-level dignitaries, the information department of the port mafia conducts the highest level of encryption protection from registration identities to signal transmission. Only the leader of the organization has the authority to enable monitoring and positioning functions.Even if the information department was half-hacked by that [Rat of the Dead House] this time, they still couldn't make up their minds about it.

"……ring?"

"This, this voice, are you sick?! Sure enough, you are sick because of the large temperature difference between morning and evening in Yokohama recently?! Uwah, I knew it earlier, so I changed it to visit you yesterday afternoon QAQ, but it's okay, I'm leaving now You have to hold on, Jing—”

I can't believe it, what is this all about? ? ?

"puff--"

Mr. Nakaya, who was sitting next to me, took a sip of the wine and squirted it out, then he turned around and looked at me in surprise... Didn't he even recognize me? Is he drunk?

By the way, who brought Mr. Chuya the wine? !

I immediately glared sternly at Dazai, who was sitting on the bar counter instead of sitting sideways, condescending and skillfully turning the shaker with one hand to show off his skills.

Who knew he glared back even more severely.

I felt guilty for no reason while holding the phone, and immediately realized that I had nothing to be guilty of and gave him a blank look.

Although I really want to utter all kinds of dirty words to Dazai who gave Mr. Nakaya a drink, but the little friend on the other side of the phone is still crying and howling. Seriously, it’s already three o’clock in the morning, why is he still up? Going to school... oh today is Saturday.

"I'm going to find you right now, woo woo, please hold on, Dao——I'm going out now, please hurry up and call the night driver, no, just drive the helicopter out—"

"Calm down, Huan. I just have a cold. Be sure to stop the inexplicable terminal illness fantasies in your mind, and apologize to those who were woken up by you!"

As soon as I met my friend, I couldn't restrain all kinds of desires to complain about him desperately, but everyone was still drinking happily, which would disturb the atmosphere they enjoyed.

So I gestured to Mr. Nakaya who had a face of "who am I and where the hell is what the hell is going on in this world" for some reason, meaning I'll make a phone call next to you and drink less, he doesn't know He didn't understand, but he just nodded with a shocked expression, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down, shaking his head violently after drinking.

Osamu Dazai, what good things have you done? !My good idol is just driven crazy by you!

I continued to stare at him condemningly, and then he stared back even more condemningly... Has this man's face evolved so thickly?What the hell cycle is this all?

Since the ringer on the phone was still chattering, I had no choice but to put this aside for a while, "...Is the body really all right? Is there really no need to ask Jing Ye to prepare for the surgery consultation?"

I was almost helpless, "I've said it several times, my body is fine after two years of cultivation, and now I don't need a wheelchair or an oxygen cylinder, so don't worry about it."

"but,"

The ring on the phone lowered its voice, and said cautiously, "Jing, you can't go to school now."

I was dumbfounded.

"Last summer we agreed to go to Okinawa together, but you didn't have time to come; Christmas invited you to Yinglan's side for a dance, but your guardian didn't agree; and New Year's..."

I don’t know that my real identity is actually a working mafia. The courses I study are basically correspondence courses. There is no need to go to campus to waste time. My little friend Xu Wanghuan, I have been hearing it so vaguely, but I think about it carefully. The news is not so good, and with his innocent nature, it is inevitable that he will be worried about his friend's health.

——On the contrary, it’s my side, it’s really too bad.

"……sorry."

Many times an apology seems so pale, but I can't say anything other than this apology, and I can't say it.

I can't tell him that last Christmas, I was still participating in a mafia-style winter camp in Osaka that planned to suppress hostile organizations and wipe out all their families.

"No, it's not Jing's fault."

Such a gentle voice seemed to be my illusion, and the next second he began to sigh with Shakespeare's aria:

"Ah, if you want to say why, it's the will of the gods, and it's the punishment of the perfect destiny given to us by the ruthless god. But just like Venus with the broken arm, it's extra beautiful to have occasional flaws life—”

I was full of guilt and discomfort, but was obliterated by his cadence, "So, why did you call tonight?"

"Yes." He suddenly realized, "Yinglan is holding a spring dance this month, will you come?"

Just because of this you spent most of the night...?

…………… Well, I really want to play, but it depends on what the leader wants, right?

"Come on, come on, I can introduce my lovely daughter to you."

……what?

"Ah. But let's say it first, even if you are my friend, you will never forgive me if you dare to kidnap the lovely Haruhi..."

My brain finally restarted in his broken thoughts, and I couldn't believe it and shouted, "Who are you talking about?!!!"

There was a roar that silenced the whole hall, and everyone in the bar turned their heads to look at me.Being stared at by so many unexplained eyes, I suddenly felt that the blood in my whole body rushed to my face, the kind that can be cooked immediately by putting an egg, so I can only seal myself and the phone with a blanket stiffly, gray Hiding in a corner further inside.

When I got to the corner, I felt that I was resurrected again, and I could finally think about what happened just now with peace of mind.

………… What happened just now.

Oh my god, what are you going to complain about? I remember that you are only one year older than me. You are only a sophomore in high school this year. I didn’t expect you to be such a person. When did you have a daughter and who is her mother? Why do I have no information at all? Could it be that I don't care about my friends too much? Why are you even more unrestrained than me, a gangster? ! !

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I slammed the phone on the table. After thinking about it, I felt that it was too rude to do so, so I quickly made another note for Huan, "My guardian is here to make rounds and we will talk tomorrow." Email sent.

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"Yo, what's the matter, Jing, with a dazed look on his face."

Mr. Nakaya raised a glass of green (?) wine to me from a distance.His cobalt blue eyes seemed to be much brighter than usual, and his sitting posture and behavior were still normal, but in fact, according to my experience, he probably was almost drunk.

Not only did everyone stay far away from him, even Dazai stayed at the bar as quiet as a chicken.

Although the brain is undeniably easy to use, Dazai's two gestures are just to tease Mr. Nakaya who knows how to control and measure when he is awake.Otherwise, no matter how clear everyone's weaknesses are, it's useless if his body reaction can't keep up with the opponent's speed.

"It's nothing." I rolled up the blanket to hide away, "Mr. Chuya, please drink less, the glass of wine in your hand looks very strange."

Mr. Nakaya seemed to have just discovered the wine in his hand. He first looked at his glass suspiciously, and looked confused after seeing the color of the wine clearly.

In the next second, with my dynamic vision, I could only see a fine green shadow brushing against Dazai's cheek and flying across like a shooting star, and then with a small impact, the green glass of someone's special cocktail, Even the cup and the wine were completely embedded in the wall.

"Tai, Zai—"

Mr. Nakaya said bitterly, and saw him take a deep breath, and just stood up with the table supported, then fell back dizzily, and floated the whole table by the way.

Looking at Dazai again, the red and swollen palm print on the right cheek has not dissipated, and the left side has been disfigured again.Very well, the only merit that this guy can be praised for now is gone.

"Mr. Nakaya—" I called to him, "please control yourself a little bit."

"Aren't I in control?! By the way, why are you hiding so far away!"

Mr. Nakaya slammed the table on the ground irritably, and the whole table was directly smashed to pieces by him. The sound this time was so earth-shattering that even he himself was startled.

"You, you, you, you, sit down first, raise your hands, don't touch anything... Dazai, tell your people to go out first... What are you doing again, big brother, stop your hands, shut up, you!"

I looked at Dazai, who started teasing Mr. Nakaya and continued to smash things. I thought the incident was not big enough, and I felt like I was about to suffocate.

The author has something to say:

I will always reply to the messages of the cuties. Some may be a little slower but I will reply. It is also a pleasure to chat with you~

Even though the editor will never look down on me, I have been working a lot recently and have a lot of free time. I just know that the water group has less than [-] manuscripts, and I don’t know how to make nutrient solution. It’s a weirdo... Please, please don’t abandon me QAQ I will try my best to fill in the holes!I will try my best to catch up to [-] manuscripts!By the way, I really don’t know how to make nutrient solution QAQ

Jing: I'm an uncle now! ! ! ! [crying face

Jing Ye: I'm still a mother.

Chuya: I didn't drink too much... No, I should have drunk too much... Otherwise, how could I hear... But I really didn't drink a few sips...?

Dazai: ...that's annoying.

Part [-] Spoof Theater

Hongye: This is my family's apology to His Highness Ogai.

Sen looked at an empty vase in front of him:? ? ?

Then Hongye first inserted a bunch of blue snowflakes super eccentrically. [Little cuties, please go to Baidu yourself, and then make up for the shivering (?) Beijing sauce, I’m fine anyway]

Mori: Well, Momiji-kun, I don’t really like this wild style——

Hongye: What are you pushing [Draw Sword] Jing is so cute^^

Sen:? ? ? ? ?

[The main story will follow]

The strongest assassin "Yasha" is privately installed, but have you noticed that the weapons of Yin and Kyoka are both in the style of red leaves, and they are both slender Japanese-style knives.

Call the best big sister in the world! ! ! [I unilaterally declare that I am the elder sister's wife