long-lived centenarian leader

We can be both of God and the Devil. Since wearing trying to raise the dead against the stream of time.

Now, they are about to grab the god's left hand and demand payment from the demon.

In the restroom under maintenance, there is only the faint light of the fire lights, and the silver mirror can only reflect the woman's white and straight legs, beautiful clothes and graceful figure.

As for the appearance, only the lower half of the face can be vaguely seen, but only the graceful curvature of the jaw, and the sexy thin lips are also intoxicating.

The dark nails gently touched the red lips, pressed and stroked, and spread the lipstick evenly, bringing out a touch of bright red that is also touching in the dark.

"Beauty tricks—" Belmodera's long ending sounds seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be disgusted.

She didn't know who suggested this bad idea to the boss.

Thinking that the Port Mafia is too monolithic, even the members who are bought by them are not trustworthy, so they send her to connect, and make the other party stunned, and then get some free information that cannot be spread outside.

Boring and stupid men.

To control a man who has given his soul to someone else is not something a pretty girl can do.

"TIMETOPLAY."

Not only did the girl with a beautiful appearance smile happily, she took her bag and left.

Osamu Dazai heard that the Black Organization was going to bribe his subordinates to buy news from within the organization.

Soon, he agreed at once.

Then impersonate the subordinate.

It just so happened that this subordinate was going to be transferred to another position, and no one in the new position knew him at all.

Osamu Dazai had a good plan, but when he arrived at the scene, he was stunned on the spot.

This is...the Cowherd's shop.

Before he was mentally prepared to go in, a group of male publicists came out and pulled him in, then surrounded him.

"This newcomer looks really good."

"Is it really a newcomer? This face is pampered at first glance, and the skin is so white and delicate."

"I used to be pampered and pampered, but there are still few people coming to the store? But it is really handsome and has a good temperament. I feel more frightening than the store manager."

……

Looking at their Dazai Osamu with an indifferent face: "..."

The store manager squeezed into the crowd, scolded them one by one, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Osamu Dazai, they don't know your identity."

The others apologized obediently, and praised Osamu Dazai for his good looks while apologizing.

In their eyes: Praising a man as handsome = the highest praise.

Osamu Dazai heaved a sigh of relief after listening to the store manager's words. It turned out that he was in charge of the security of this street, and he thought that the members of the organization had become so mixed up that they were going to be cowherds.

As the most prestigious Cowherd shop in Custom Street, everyone here has excellent business ability, and often eliminates unqualified and recruits newcomers.

Osamu Dazai was just wearing an ordinary black suit with a white shirt and a jeweled brooch on his bow tie today, nothing special other than that.

But more than a dozen ladies asked him if he had any spare time, and if he could be named.

He was silent for a long time, and very consciously remembered that he was the subject's person, and the subject had sharp eyes and five senses.

If you go back with someone else's perfume, the other party may not know what to do.

Then he found a separate booth in the corner, and asked a few service personnel to stand beside him, so that those who were interested in him could understand that just because he was expensive did not mean that he could be bought with money.

The person who agreed to join came a little later.

But women have always had the privilege of being late.

If it is a beautiful lady, the lateness is all the more justifiable.

Osamu Dazai thought about the possibility that "the organization in black might be trying to use a beauty trick", and greeted the other party in a friendly manner.

"I suppose you are Miss Belmode?"

Using wine as a contemporary name reminded him of Zhongya's wine storehouse involuntarily.

Burning down a wine storehouse will make China cry for a long time, right?

"It seems that I can't surprise you."

The woman took off her sunglasses and shook her hair. The light blonde hair slid from her plump chest to the back, revealing her graceful neck and collarbone.

There was a small smile in the water green eyes.

This is undoubtedly a charming, beautiful girl.

"Sir, you surprised me." Belmode casually placed his nails on the marble table, and said with a smile, "Is this the only service I have received from you?"

His attitude is easy, sharp and intelligent, but he is unpredictable.

Even on other people's territory, he can use jokes quietly to control the initiative.

Osamu Dazai felt that he might have met a big fish in the black organization.

In order to get the news he wanted from the skater's fish, he followed the other person's words: "What service do you want us to provide you?"

The woman ordered unceremoniously: "Vermouth, a deck of cards."

What she wanted was delivered quickly, vermouth filled a nearby table, and the two played poker.

When Osamu Dazai was still a teenager, he ran a casino for the organization and learned the superb skills of making a thousand things.

Then he defrauded Zhongye of Zhongyuan's one-month salary and a car.

Of course, he wouldn't make a thousand at such a time, and the goal is not to win, just count the cards casually.

Belmode was a little unsteady after losing. She drank the spirit in the glass and watched the man on the other side drink a glass politely.

Throwing the cards in her hand on the table neatly, she praised: "You have a considerable ability to accumulate wealth."

It doesn't look like it can be bought.

Dazai Osamu: "I like to use my money in strange places. Not long ago, I bought a lot of paintings by a gentleman. I haven't selected a gallery to exhibit them yet."

"Is it a gentleman named Goethe who sold you the painting?"

Osamu Dazai nodded casually: "That is a very interesting gentleman."

It's you, Goethe.

Sure enough, the white whale is the one you asked these people to bomb, right?

"That's so interesting." Belmode lit a lady's cigarette, with a playful expression, "Unexpectedly rambunctious."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Does he owe your organization something?"

"Before the transaction, we didn't know much about the character of this gentleman, but since his reputation has always been very good, we agreed to pay labor first."

It was also the first time that Belmode encountered someone who dared to rely on the account of the black organization. If it were someone else, the family would be blown up, but he was a big boss who could not be messed with.

However, I have to pursue it.

That was a character Karasuma Renye had heard of when she was young.

Truly a young and handsome man who has lived healthy and healthy for more than a century.

The boss said that no matter what the cost, he must recover the due reward this time.

"I feel great sympathy," Dazai said.

Belmode: "So I hope to get your help."

"What kind of help?"

"Creating opportunities for us to see each other."

Osamu Dazai looked at her without saying a word.

She said gently: "Although there is no definite evidence that that gentleman is in the port mafia, there is no existence in this city that is more powerful and has a wider vision than your organization."

"We'll give you a price that satisfies you."

Osamu Dazai thought, "I'm afraid you can't afford a price that satisfies me." From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside, and immediately changed his mind about arguing with others, and said, "I will think about it carefully and contact you another day."

He stood up, ignoring that his behavior was abrupt and strange, so he wanted to go to the lounge to avoid it.

Hell, why can't he think about sitting in a booth outside instead of waiting in the box.

Although you can see the outside situation here, you can also let the outside see the inside.

Didn't this hit a ghost?

Under the influence of Osamu Dazai, Gojo Satoru likes to hang out on the streets of Yokohama even if he has nothing to do. Relatively speaking, he has a more purposeful purpose—to look for street food.

It was just an accident to pass by the Niulang shop.

Seeing Osamu Dazai was an accident within an accident.

The emotional music played in the store has been transmitted to the outside. Through the glass, you can see the luxurious and comfortable decoration inside, the lighting that can illuminate people's complexion well, as well as the little boy and the guests.

Little boy - Osamu Dazai.

Guest - unknown woman.

Gojo Satoru couldn't believe his eyes: "..."

Could it be that Dazai's boss knew his dangerous idea of ​​destroying the company and sent Dazai here?

But why did he feel that Dazai was enjoying it a little bit?

Osamu Dazai just got up, and before he could step out of his legs, he was pushed back into the seat, Gojo Satoru put his arms on his shoulders, pressed down hard, and said in a dangerous tone: "May I name you? "

Osamu Dazai noticed Belmode's gaze, forcibly stabilized it, and said with a smile: "A gentleman like you who doesn't drink alcohol will make us lose money."

When Gojo Satoru looked over, Belmode picked up a glass of wine in a timely manner and took a leisurely sip.

She never gets drunk.

You can drink all of these.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Osamu Dazai continued to attack him: "And this place does not accept guests under the age of 20, I advise you to leave quickly."

Gojo Satoru directly stretched out his hand to press the back of his neck, and pressed him into his arms, unwilling to listen to what this bad man said he didn't like to hear.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

With great difficulty, he established an inscrutable and impeccable image in front of others!

Five enlightenment.

It is really his lifelong enemy.

"Haha." Belmode chuckled and said considerately, "Then you should carefully consider my proposal and look forward to your next contact with the organization."

Then paid and left.

return!specially!paid!The service fee of the named male PR!

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The fleeting years are unfavorable, and all you encounter are stubble.