long-lived centenarian leader

With his back facing Nakahara Nakaya's house, which was on fire due to the explosion, Osamu Dazai, who hadn't eaten breakfast, picked up a bag of potato chips, and ate them with a comfortable smile.

This was probably the joy of watching a play, he didn't even feel the pain in his waist anymore.

Goethe poured him and himself a Coke and tried to chat with him in the fizzy delight.

"You seem to hate Chuya, but as far as I know, you have been partners since he joined the port mafia."

Even if the two of them don't act together, the civilian staff that Nakahara Chuya brings with him can only be said to be auxiliary subordinates, not partners who can make plans to act together with him.

The title of "Double Black" is quite prestigious in the world of supernatural beings.

Osamu Dazai showed a disgusted expression: "This does not prevent the two of us from seeing each other."

"He said almost every few days that he wanted to kill me with his own hands. Even after I became the leader, this happened often. It was a shame that I didn't hold him accountable. You, on the other hand, knew that I did it on purpose. Yes, you actually mess around with me too."

You Goethe is not a good thing, let alone the second brother.

Goethe took a piece of potato chips from the snack bag in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, making a crackling sound.

As he speaks, the fire in the background intensifies.

"It's interesting isn't it? People spend a lot of time and energy hoarding wealth and then buy things they like and get happiness out of it, and if they lose something or are in a bad mood before buying it, they can get a higher level of happiness Feedback."

Translate: Burning his house, wine and car is to increase the pleasure value of shopping for Zhongye.

Osamu Dazai gave him a thumbs up, and continued to whitewash Taiping: "The ticket price is enough for him to buy it."

As for some cherished things that take a lot of time, Goethe did not have this concept of time, and he expressed his pleasure.

After eating the potato chips, he unpacked another bag of melon seeds, knocking on them and complaining: "I really hate people who wear dark clothes and hats, they have no taste at all."

Goethe immediately took off his hat and stuffed it under the chair.

Osamu Dazai sighed and continued: "I am annoyed by people with gray hair now."

Goethe directly targeted the next victim, and he said excitedly, "Do you need my help?"

Dazai glanced at him: "You separate from me now, continue to pretend to be a member of the black organization, and I will notify you when necessary."

It's easy to overturn with you.At this time, it is also necessary for someone with enough weight to show up in the nearby surveillance to attract the hatred of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

He needs to rush back to headquarters immediately.

If Jang Zhong also sees the double, he will be betrayed.

After driving the car outside the entrance of a certain tunnel, Osamu Dazai blew up the car, and then rushed back to the headquarters in the tunnel by himself.

Among other things, the Mephisto version of Osamu Dazai has no flaws in appearance.

Even his lingering sense of sarcasm has been restrained very well, and the appearance of lowering his head to work is the same as that of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai only provided a manuscript of less than a thousand words, briefly stating his own style of handling things.

It can only be said that the transcendent is really amazing.

Mephistopheles stood up from his chair to look at Osamu Dazai after writing the last word on the document.

He recovered his original appearance in a second, and said in a bad mood: "Your job is really not done by humans, even if I am made emperor, I don't want to do it."

Osamu Dazai said with a sad tone, "Who said it wasn't."

He's been at it for more than eight years with no end in sight.

Mephisto showed a gloating expression, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, Zhongyuan Zhong also fought with Goethe, and called me over."

After speaking, his figure disappeared in place.

Osamu Dazai opened the documents he had processed and found that they were relatively insignificant and not confidential.

And the handling style is exactly the same as his.

I have to find a way to trick Mephisto over to handle the work for him.

As the leader, he really needs to make up his mind for a day, and there are not many tasks that must be done by him personally.Just like the emperor, the most important thing is to use talents.

He used to be so busy, one because he had nothing else to do, and if he stopped, he would fall into a shaking nightmare, and the other was the fear that something might go wrong.

Now there is nothing to be afraid of.

Unless all the remaining transcendents form an alliance to deal with him.

But this possibility does not exist, and even if it does, he has a solution.

So it will gradually become more leisurely.

It's not that she is obsessed with beauty and is not clear-headed.

Osamu Dazai was handling the work, thinking about who would win the fight between Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuya.

He is still more inclined to Wujo Wu.

After all, he can heal himself. Although Nakahara Chuya has more combat experience and tempering (Gojo Satoru often faces situations where he can only chop vegetables, and the most difficult character he has encountered recently is Gogol), he cannot open filth.

Want to make a call and ask about the situation?

Before his hand touched the phone, the door to the chief's office was kicked open.

A handsome hat with bursting anger value clenched his fist and smashed on the door of the office. The door, made of high-tech materials and able to prevent most bombs and bullets, grunted in pain, and then slowly cracked. open.

"Osamu Dazai, did you ask someone to blow up the villa where I store my liquor and car?!"

Once this kind of thing happened, Nakahara would not hesitate to regard Osamu Dazai as the culprit.

Forget about coincidences, he would only go to that house if he found good wine or bought a new car.

Not many people know there at all.

"Chuya Nakahara, think about it, how long has it been since you called me the leader?" Osamu Dazai replied indifferently, denying his identification, "I've been working all the time, so I don't have time for people to do this kind of work." childish thing."

"Heh." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't believe his nonsense at all, "Tell me, who else can be so naive except you? I have already met Goethe, and you still say it's not you?"

"Do you think I can drive Goethe?"

Osamu Dazai crossed his fingers, propped them on his chest, and said meaningfully: "He sent the two children to Miss Hongye (actually it was Gojo Satoru who sent them away), and said that he was going out to find material .As far as I know, he has contact with people from the black organization."

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that the other people who were with Goethe at that time were indeed not like their people, but like the organization in black.

His expression became serious, and he said, "Then I hope you can pay attention to the matter of the black organization. I can't beat Goethe. Verlaine said he hasn't won before."

"It's really useless, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai immediately mocked him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said silently in his heart, "This is the leader can't fight, and it won't work if he fights", and then he punched the gate viciously again.

The already cracked door widened like a spider web from where he struck, and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"It's very expensive, and the repair cost is deducted from your salary."

Before Osamu Dazai finished his sentence, he heard Nakahara Chuya say in a disdainful tone, "That lover you like can't beat me", his expression immediately froze.

Ah...how should I coax you?

No, he could go back and laugh at Gojo Satoru.

really not bad.

"Don't talk about the mess, what plan do you have for the black organization?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't want to stay with him for a moment, and urged the leader to get down to business.

"I'm going to copy them all." Dazai Osamu said lightly, "They haven't sent enough people to Yokohama, they need to be more confident."

"I have found their very important stronghold. You go on a business trip to Nagano, smash the Twilight Annex there, and then search for the people of the black organization locally to retaliate."

Nakahara was also very satisfied with this revenge plan (yes, he believed Dazai's nonsense again), nodded and said: "Understood. After I explain what I have in hand, I will set off."

As the highest fighting force on the surface of the port mafia, one of his roles is to go on business trips with great fanfare when Osamu Dazai wants to go fishing, so that others will feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Those who have suffered a loss have no chance to speak again.

Naturally, there will be the next wave of people who don't know the situation.

Osamu Dazai arranged for him in a hurry, and then quickly finished the work that should be done, and then went home from get off work without any regrets.

There's probably half of this... house left, which means it's open to the air.

In the only room left, Osamu Dazai found an autistic cat.

Gojo Satoru hugged Kikufu's pillow and sat on the only big bed that was intact. His whole face was buried in the pillow, and he didn't move at all, making people wonder if he would suffocate to death.

"What's wrong with you?" He walked over and poked Gojo Satoru on the shoulder.

Gojo Satoru threw away the pillow, reached out and hugged him into his arms, and continued to bury his head on his shoulder.

It can be said that the mood is very low.

Osamu Dazai reached out and touched his head: "Are you okay?"

"...I thought I could go to work with you in the future." Wujo Wu said disappointedly, "But I haven't eaten breakfast, so I can't beat him."

In the gravity field of Zhongye in the Central Plains, it takes a lot of energy to do any movement.

Even though his body and bones have been strengthened by the mantra for many years and can resist without distortion, it still consumes a lot of extra energy.

Teleportation can still be used, but the movement is still controlled, and the moves are slow, and it is impossible for him to make too much noise (the venue is at his home).

In comparison, the speed of Zhongye in the Central Plains is very fast.

Although the opponent's attack couldn't hit him, Gojo Satoru's brain, which had been excited all night, became more and more sluggish after lack of follow-up energy supply, and it was difficult to maintain the unlimited spell.

Then I realized what a physical master is.

Chuya Nakahara still punched people in the face. Although he healed quickly, he still felt that he was not as handsome and radiant as before, so he kept burying him so that Dazai could not see him.

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Osamu Dazai endured and endured, but still couldn't help laughing out loud.

The bad-tempered cat turned his head and bit his Adam's apple through the bandage in dissatisfaction—because when he touched here, Osamu Dazai would be very nervous, as if he was longing for something, so he had already Been here many times.

Now it's easy to drive.

Osamu Dazai is as strong as ever on the surface, but in fact he is very weak on the inside.

After Gojo Satoru did this, his waist instantly softened, and he stuck to the person even tighter. During the exchange of body temperature, the temperature rose rapidly.

He: "... I think you are very strong."

Also very dynamic.

Gojo Satoru said dissatisfied: "I didn't even accuse you of lying to me for so long, why didn't you comfort me?"

"I believe that you will definitely be better than Zhongye in the future, and you will be the strongest."

Of course, Osamu Dazai was not trying to comfort people. From his point of view, a person like Gojo Satoru, who has both offensive and defensive agility in healing, would hardly be invincible after he matured.

As long as you give the opponent enough training, you can improve your strength at an astonishing speed.

He'll have plenty of stepping stones ready.

"Aside from praising me, don't you have any practical actions? My big boss." Someone said aggressively.

Osamu Dazai: "Tell me."

Gojo Satoru regained his spirits all of a sudden, took out his phone and opened a page and handed it to him: "Look at this!"

Osamu Dazai looked down and saw the news headline above - ""Civil Law Amendment" is passed, the legal age of majority will be lowered to".

It was news a long time ago.

But in fact, there will be a four-year buffer period from the amendment to its official implementation to facilitate observation of changes and adjustments to relevant laws.

Gojo Satoru will be 20 years old by the time the four years are over, which is of no use to him.

He didn't care about it before, but recently he has become a little impatient that Osamu Dazai always treats him like a child.

If this continues, when will the majesty of the head of his family be established? !

Osamu Dazai found out about [-]% of his thoughts, and refused: "This is the government's business."

Gojo Satoru threw him down, held him down and refused to let him get up, and said fiercely: "If you don't want to, you don't want to. You still make excuses. You don't know what the port mafia did?"

It is only a matter of Dazai Osamu's words to promote the implementation of a bill that has been passed long ago.

Someone must still want to make fun of him as a minor.

Osamu Dazai was held down by him, keenly aware of the danger, considering his own fragility, and Gojo Satoru hadn't eaten (actually he had taken out the snacks hidden in the room) and it was not appropriate to consume too much, so he quickly compromised Said: "I'll work hard, okay? This place has become like this, no one can live in it, let me get up, and I will arrange a new house for you."

However, Gojo Satoru still didn't let go of him, and stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes: "How did I hear that the person who fought with me this morning is your partner for many years?"