long-lived centenarian leader

Some people wear furs and go out with younger brothers. They look majestic and expensive. In fact, they are reluctant to add tuna to their chazuke rice recently.

Some people look weak, pitiful and helpless, but they can actually eat eight bowls in one meal.

When Atsushi Nakajima was checking out, he counted the money in his shriveled wallet, his expression paler than that of Akutagawa who was in poor health.

It stands to reason that his salary is not low, and he has a lot of work, which makes him very profitable.But all the money he earned before was sent to the orphanage except for his daily necessities.Later, he was fined by the leader for two months' wages and had to pay for Xiao Jinghua's life, so life became extremely difficult.

It's just been two months now, and his monthly salary deducted the advance payment, not much. Now that he had a meal with Akutagawa, the already impoverished family was even worse.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have had a hard time eating together just because I could chat with the other party.

The joy is gained, but the feeling of tomorrow's meal has been lost.

The cafeteria at headquarters would welcome him, right?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, whose wallet is cleaner than his face because of frequent destruction of public property: "I can work for you in return."

He can't do anything else, it's too fast.

Atsushi Nakajima touched his head, grabbed a strand of black hair between the silver hair and stroked it: "Ah...it feels like someone has already solved it, but I'll go over and have a look. Yokohama may be a little dangerous recently, not every member of the organization We all know you, and take care not to get drawn into the conflict yourself."

After he left the chief's office, he went to hand over the tasks completed in the morning.

Originally, I didn't expect myself to be able to catch up with the guy who plotted against the leader, so I chose to eat the meal first.

Atsushi Nakajima planned to part with Akutagawa after speaking, but the other party felt that there would be a strong sense of uneasiness in getting food from him without paying the price.

People in the slums never expect a free lunch.

Even if he eats with Oda Sakunosuke, he often brings the group of children who seem to have unlimited energy for each other, so that the other party has time to write.

As a representative figure of accepting death and not listening to persuasion, Ryunosuke Akutagawa pretended not to hear Atsushi Nakajima's parting speech, and followed the other party not far or near.

Atsushi Nakajima fought him twice, hoping to force him back.

As a result, the two fought more and more, almost hurting passers-by.

The White Reaper of the port mafia who helps the old lady cross the road during non-working hours has no choice but to ignore him in order not to hurt innocent people.

Anyway, that location is not their stronghold.

Just ordinary dark alleys.

When Atsushi Nakajima arrived at the scene, the secretary's blood was almost dry.

The appearance of death was very miserable, and his expression was terrified, obviously he had suffered severe torture.

Because they were instructed by the leader, they could not come in an organized and disciplined manner, so there were only Andersen, Michizo Tachihara and a newcomer present.

Nakajima Atsushi was quite impressed with the newcomer named Katori Hana.

It is said that her family is very rich and has some dealings with the port mafia, and she is an only child. She should have been a proud pearl, but she chose to join the port mafia after she became an adult, and she emerged in just a few months. He also maintained a high degree of enthusiasm in his training.

Just to share the worries and solve the problems for the leader.

She is the real "Mafia leader, the only one who is too aggressive" among them, and she is probably the first to rush over to kill the secretary.

Atsushi Nakajima could tell from the death of the corpse that she had used her ability "boiling", and the secretary's boiling blood even scalded his body tissues until half-cooked.

It was difficult for her ability to achieve this level before, and the possibility of her ability improving is not high, and it is probably due to her emotional excitement.

This may be the power of faith.

Andersen sat on the large discarded pot and swayed his legs leisurely. When he saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa behind Atsushi Nakajima, he greeted him naturally: "Good day, Akutagawa-kun. If you are still willing to accept my suggestion, I suggest It's a good plan for you to leave here as soon as possible, even to take care of your children."

They weren't just standing here to play, they were waiting for the other members of the group to find them, and then beat each other up.

Although Akutagawa Ryunosuke looks like a lone wolf, he is an official employee of the Armed Detective Agency. If he participates in the battle between them and the group, it will undoubtedly drag the Armed Detective Agency into troubled waters.

Andersen didn't think that the Armed Detective Agency could survive alone, but he just didn't think this should be the beginning of Akutagawa.

He is still a newcomer, which will also affect the not much harmony between their port mafia and Butei.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was not interested in his thoughts: "Oh."

Andersen: "...do you consider coming to the Port Mafia to work?"

It's hard to get along in the service industry with this look of seeing who offends whom.

Akutagawa shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "One day, I will be able to take the head of the man in black."

Andersen: "Before then, your sister will kill you."

Katori Hana: "Can I kill him?"

Atsushi Nakajima quickly held down her hand that drew out the knife: "Forget it, he's just talking."

The atmosphere became extremely suffocating.

Fortunately, the members of the group arrived in time to mingle with them.

Under the ambiguous attitude of the port mafia, Guild, who came from afar, stirred up the wind and rain in Yokohama.

Some worked overtime overnight for this, and some quietly developed friendships with hostile organizations.

And the leader of Mafia, who single-handedly promoted the development of the situation, went out for a walk again at this moment.

Osamu Dazai wandered aimlessly in the street.

People in Yokohama seem to be very used to this kind of small scene of fighting and killing, and most of the shops on the street are still open.The only change is that pedestrians walk more hurriedly.

When passing by a certain clothing store, Osamu Dazai's eyes were uncontrollably attracted by a sand-colored long trench coat in the window.

He stood in front of the dress and looked at it through the glass. He was reflected in the clean and bright glass, which visually overlapped with the dress to a certain extent.

This dress is just right for him.

The Dazai Osamu who passed on the memory to him, and countless Dazai Osamu, have a sand-colored trench coat.

Not as good as this one.

It was slimmer, the design was simpler, the fabric was decent, and it cost ten times as much as that dress.

Wearing it on his body will look high-end and handsome, but not slovenly and out of shape.

Mr. First, who has been wearing handmade custom-made clothes, feels that he has no reason not to buy it.

So he went in, took the dress off the model rack, and carried it to the counter.

The counter lady finished paying the bill for the previous customer, and when she looked up she saw the customer holding the clothes on display, she seemed calm, but in fact looked at her with bright eyes, showing a little cuteness.

This gentleman's appearance looks cold and gloomy, but also too handsome, so the contrast is quite impactful.

She was stunned for a while and said, "Sir, this one is for display. If you like it, we can get you a brand new one."

Although this piece has only been hung up for a short time, no one has tried it on.

But I just want the best for him.

Osamu Dazai blinked, unwilling to let go, so he said: "My dear lady, you may understand that eye contact is very important."

She felt something hit her chest hard, and she said with great enthusiasm: "Sir, you can change it now, and I will pack the changed clothes for you."

Osamu Dazai thought it was a good proposal, so he took off his black coat, which was ten times the price of this windbreaker, and handed it to her casually, ready to change into new clothes.

The counter lady noticed his thin figure hidden under the dark clothes and his wrists wrapped in white bandages, and suddenly had the illusion that this tall and handsome gentleman was a piece of fine porcelain that was about to shatter.

She lowered her head and carefully folded the clothes handed over by the other party, and put them in bags.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that people had put on their clothes.

I don't know if it's because people rely on clothes, or because this matter really suits the other party's heart, he looks like he went back from midnight to dusk.

Anyway, it's a little popular.

Osamu Dazai stuffed it in his pocket very satisfied. The clothes that had just been ironed not long ago were flat and soft, and did not have the special smell that new clothes would have. He felt that everything was very suitable for him.

He reached for the bag and suddenly realized he hadn't paid.

It has been a long time since the last time I spent money by myself, and the account and password that saved a lot of money have long been forgotten.

He has always been very bad at managing his own life, and he has to rely on his caring subordinates to barely maintain the nobility that a leader should have.

Fortunately, he opened a new account in order to conduct legitimate transactions with Wujo Wutiao between Party A and Party B, and happened to remember the password.

Using the money given by the benefactor to buy the clothes he wanted, he carried the clothes and left, but he didn't find that anyone's eyes had stayed on him for a long time.

Ango Sakaguchi heard from the chief that the new leader of the Port Mafia was mentioned. His appearance mentioned that he had many bandages on his body, including one of his eyes, so he stopped when he noticed that person. footsteps.

But he couldn't connect this person with the officer's description.

"His blood is probably darker than any mafia in this world, and he will envelope Yokohama in his own darkness."

The gentleman he saw looked quite young, and seemed to be in poor health. There was a withered air of death lingering in his whole body, without the arrogance of a superior, and his attitude was polite and casual, and he even hugged his clothes. Some cute.

After changing his clothes, even that bit of aggression was gone.

And at this time, the intelligent and extraordinary leader of the port mafia should have been sitting at the headquarters like in the intelligence, working diligently, and arranging everyone to the position he wanted, instead of going out shopping by himself like an ordinary person buying clothes.

Even if he wanted to kill himself, his subordinates would stop him.

After convincing himself, Ango Sakaguchi watched the man walk away happily, touched his glasses, and continued to look for his chief.

At such a critical juncture, why did the farming chief leave the pressure from above to him to escape? ?

He doesn't want to talk to government officials who are taking Fitzgerald's favor either!

The two people he missed one after another "coincidentally met" in a tavern.

Osamu Dazai sat on the opposite side of Taneda Shantou fire very familiarly, ordered a bottle of sake, and said as if greeting him while waiting: "Long time no see, Mr. Taneda, have you sent an undercover agent to our Mafia from the Supernatural Secret Service Division? "

Tan Tian Shantouhuo: "..."

I can't take your words.