my brother is scumbag

Afterwards, we only found out that the dish was called "Vitalizing Chicken Pot".

... I have to say that the taste is indeed very energetic, and it almost didn't send us all to Santuchuan.

More importantly, when we woke up, we realized based on the surrounding situation that we should have woken up for a while after a coma, but no one has the memory of waking up, and we can't remember what we did at that time.

So terrible, so terrible.

"When interrogating people in the future, it's better to feed them the food made by Dazai." Even the officer Ozaki couldn't help saying this, and we all agreed.

Dazai protested: "What, this is my heart for Yui-chan, it's really rude of you to say that!"

Me: "Is it your intention to send me to Santuchuan on my birthday?"

"Isn't this a wonderful thing?"

Dazai looked at me with an intoxicated smile on his face, "The day that symbolizes birth is also the moment when life ends."

The reaction to Dazai’s display of cooking skills this time seems to have opened a new door for him, and he has become more enthusiastic about cooking.

And the victims are mainly me and Chuya.

Every time this guy took advantage of us not paying attention, he changed our food. Although most of them were seen through by us, it was inevitable that he would be tricked once or twice, so that he left a tragic black history in mafia.

"I didn't expect Chuya-sama to sing so well."

"Ms. Mori's coordinated dance...the posture is very flexible."

"Mr. Dazai...is it really okay for you to hold up the camera like this?"

In the shot, Ye Zhongya jumped on the table, holding the glass, as if it was used as a microphone, singing hoarsely, and I... jumped on the objects floating around due to the effect of gravity, it was really... flexible ...

In addition, you can also hear Dazai's wild laughter in the filming, and even the picture shakes because of it.

Of course...it may also be because, off-camera, Zhongye and I's hands were shaking.

"Dazai——!"

On that day, Dazai was beaten into the infirmary by us, but this did not prevent me and Chuya from having an extra nickname——

Yokohama Kabuki.

What's even more outrageous is that during that time, there were even rumors that Zhong and I were planning to debut as idols.

Because Chuya and I treat our subordinates fairly well, unlike Dazai’s subordinates, most of whom are in awe and fear of him, our two subordinates still dare to gossip with us during non-working hours.

So much so that we could get support from our subordinates from time to time in those few days, saying that they were ready to play for the two of us, and guaranteed that from the beginning of the preliminary round, both of us would overwhelm other players and become the top group.

I:"……"

Zhong Ye: "..."

Thank you, but you don't have to.

The two of us said with a dark face that debut was impossible, and it was impossible in this life, then we turned our heads and began to investigate the source of the rumors, and finally, without accident, we found a certain bandage spirit.

By the time we got to the mafia hospital, the guy had gone away, leaving only an empty bed.

And the nurse with a dazed face holding the medicine.

All in all, life in mafia is, in a sense, really fulfilling.

Every day, Zhong and I are either on the way to do the task, or on the way to slaughter.

And Dazai's hide-and-seek skills have become more and more proficient.

Although the life is very frustrating, it has become our daily life, so it has become a habit.

mafia has also become a part of my life.

The positions of the three of us in Mafia have also changed, and those who have been inconsistent have been promoted to quasi-cadres, and there are more and more subordinates who can be assigned.

If there are too many people, it is inevitable that there will be turnover.

Sometimes it was because of job transfers, but more often it was because of their deaths during the mission.

Both unfamiliar and familiar.

In this process, my mentality has gradually changed.

They trust me, so they will act according to what I say, and my words and deeds will change their fate.

In this process, let me experience the mentality of the superior.

Not just power.

That's... the feeling of carrying the weight of your life on your shoulders.

Mafia is developing steadily and orderly, but there are too many large and small organizations in Yokohama. If this progress continues, it will take a long time for Mafia to become the boss of all organizations.

After all, mafia can't break too many rules, otherwise it will only become the target of public criticism. If the big and small organizations unite at that time, it will be quite embarrassing.

But this chaotic and orderly situation was broken when a wealthy supernatural person in Yokohama died one day.

This supernatural person left a huge property of up to 5000 billion yen, which was like a fuse that completely ignited the city of Yokohama.

All organizations want this fortune, including port mafia.

As a result, more and more people were involved and involved in this bloody battlefield.

My friends in Tokyo called and asked about my safety.

Regarding Shinichi's concerns, my answer was that I had already left Yokohama. Except that Shinichi was more difficult to deal with, Sonoko and Xiaolan were easy to fool, because they always thought I was an ordinary student.

But this method is not suitable for dealing with Fu Heihui.

Because he knows my real identity in Yokohama.

Faced with his intention to come over, I firmly rejected him.

"Fukuro-kun, you still have a sister. If she knows that you have arrived in Yokohama, she will worry about you."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Realizing that he didn't change his mind, I stopped beating around the bush, but said bluntly: "This war is not about expelling cursed spirits, but about attacking the same kind. It's not about justice, it's just out of the greed of the people. .”

"—I don't want you to be regarded as a curse master in the end."

Finally I said this, paused, and lowered my voice.

"Mr. Fuhei, just like you want to protect me, I want to protect you too."

Killing people has never been what Fu Heihui wanted to learn. I don't want him to take this unnecessary path because of me.

I don't want to drag him into this world.

This struggle lasted for a long time, and more and more people lost their lives in this war. Even if I have the ability to control people on a large scale, the faces I am familiar with are becoming more and more familiar. less.

In contrast, Mafia took advantage of this to swallow up more and more organizational forces.

During this period of time, the workload of the port mafia is terrifying, and they may receive unknown tasks at any time.

For example, the task of dealing with posthumous members, which originally belonged to lower-level mafia members, will also be assigned to quasi-cadres like me, Dazai, and Chuya.

This is the case today, the three of us walked on this muddy road with flashlights.

There were corpses everywhere, the original color of the ground could not be seen clearly for a long time, it was covered by blood, waste oil and broken tissues of the human body, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

Because Youzhong is also there, his gravity has played a very good role, we no longer need to search by ourselves, we only need to pass by the floating corpses to identify whether they are members of the Mafia organization.

Chuya's expression was tense, and my mood was not much better.

If this war continues, will it really come to an end?

If it is said that everyone was doing it for that wealth at the beginning, but now, they can't help themselves. Even if they want to stop, they can't stop.

Perhaps it will not be possible to stop until there is only one organization left.

"Hey, he seems to be alive~"

Dazai's frivolous voice came from the front, and he stood in front of a floating man with his chin pinched, and after shining his face with a flashlight, he suddenly turned to look at me, "Isn't this the little captain under your command? "

Dazai was right.

When I saw the smudged face clearly, I recognized my men at first sight.

I remember him, he was the one who talked the most under my hands, he often said that he also had a younger sister, but he was sold by his gambling father.And his wish is to be able to be promoted to the top of Mafia, and then he can use Mafia's power to find out the whereabouts of his sister.

He works very hard, and I also intend to transfer him to be my deputy, so I helped to check it.

The results I found made me hesitate to tell him.

Because on the night when his sister was sold, she collided with a high-speed vehicle while escaping and died on the spot.

But now, there is no need to hesitate anymore.

He was still breathing weakly, but he couldn't survive.

Even if Rang Zhong also used gravity to take him to Mafia's hospital in a straight line, he couldn't be saved.

He just held his breath.

When I knew that he was dispatched to this mission site, I was already mentally prepared.

Sometimes human life is so fragile.

Before he dies, all I can do is to give him a sweet dream.

Both Dazai and Chuya saw what I was thinking, and their reactions were different.

Chuya cooperated with me and put down my men, while Dazai took a step back, watching my actions with an unclear expression.

When Sharingan was about to emerge, Dazai's voice sounded:

"It's not necessary."

Chuya frowned, "Dazai, what do you mean?"

Dazai glanced at him lightly, then his eyes fell on me, his voice seemed a little cold.

"The meaning is obvious. Anyway, he will die, so why waste your ability. Besides, I wanted to say before, when you are doing those tasks, is it necessary to protect your subordinates so tightly? They are not Child, it’s the mafia, don’t you think you’ve put too much unnecessary pressure on yourself, if they die, it’s because they are not capable enough, you—”

Dazai's words ended in Chuya's fist.

After punching him, Chuya glared at him, "What bullshit are you talking about?!"

"...Ha," Dazai who was beaten to the side of his head raised his hand to wipe the cut corner of his mouth, turned his head, and looked at Chuya sarcastically, "It's obvious that you don't understand anything, you..."

"Dazai."

I interrupted him and said calmly, "No matter what I do, it's my own will."

The iris-colored eyes stared at me, and after a few seconds, they moved away sleepily.

"...whatever you want." His voice was so soft that it almost disappeared between his lips and tongue.

Because of this quarrel, the atmosphere when we went back seemed a little stiff.

When I raised my hand to rub my dry and sore left eye to relieve the blurred vision, I felt the vision falling on me.

When he lowered his hand to look over, Dazai looked ahead indifferently, his lips were tightly drawn, and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned down.

Dazai...

He must have found out.

Discovered a secret I didn't tell.

After arriving at the mafia building, Dazai ignored the two of us and left.

"Anyway, with the two of you here, I don't need to report anymore."

Zhong also kicked the wall angrily, "What kind of attitude does this guy have? It was the same before. He said those words to you out of nowhere, you—"

Chuuya's voice stopped.

I was watching Dazai's leaving back, and when I found that there was a sudden silence in my ears, I couldn't help looking at Nakaya, but I found that he was frowning at me.

"Yui, you..."

He paused, with some hesitation in his tone.

"Why are your eyes so red?"