my brother is scumbag

The same thing, whether it becomes a well-known secret or questioned but no evidence can be found, will usher in different results.

The former will make mafia split immediately, but the latter can give me time to rectify.

Just like now, although the factions in mafia that belong to my brother have doubts about me, because they themselves are not sure whether I did it, and the letter of appointment is indeed the real "Silver Oracle", and the handwriting is also Really, they would choose to observe first.

And although I am blind, the time is not too long, not enough for people to forget the contribution I made to mafia, plus I protected the ordinary people in the mafia building that day, my prestige is exactly At an all-time high.

Therefore, those who have evil intentions can only do some small actions in private.

When I think about it, I feel compelled to thank someone.

That person is my brother.

Thanks to him for setting a good example for me with his experience in the upper class!

This earth-moving brother-sister relationship really makes me cry when I think of it.

Dazai: "..."

Zhong Ye: "..."

When I said these thoughts, there was a subtle silence in the office for a few seconds.

But soon, it was broken by Dazai's laughter.

If it wasn't for Chuuya who couldn't bear to give him a punch, Dazai would probably be laughing forever. He seemed to really take pleasure in my brother being treated like this from the bottom of his heart.

In the background sound of Dazai crying out for pain, I heard Chuya asking me.

"So, your eyes can recover?"

I was facing their direction, although I couldn't see their expressions, but I could hear them.

I could hear the concern, worry and hesitation hidden in Zhongye's seemingly calm words.

I could hear that Dazai stopped making strange noises and became quieter, but his breathing became a little heavier.

Without hesitation, I gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes."

After saying this, I held out my hand towards them.

"So, I need your help, if you still want to."

I raised the corners of my mouth to make my voice sound calm and calm, as if I could accept whether it was agreed or rejected, but I knew it wasn't really the case.

I'm not as calm as I appear to be.

The human mind is very complicated, and with a single thought, one will make a decision that is completely different from the usual personality.

So no matter how much I thought in advance, the possibility of success is very high, and the possibility of being accepted is very high. At this moment, I still feel uncontrollably uneasy, unable to control myself not to think of another possibility.

What if it is rejected...

All the cranky thoughts ended at the moment when my hands were held.

"Is there any other answer? Since it has appeared here, it must have given an answer." Zhong also clicked his tongue, his tone sounded a little irritable, but he held my hand very firmly. Tight, at the same time, I can feel the strength flowing from his hands into my body.

They gather in my eyes, dispelling the pain that has always been entrenched in the eye sockets.

Someone put his hand on the back of my head and untied the bandage, his usual lazy, absent-minded voice.

"Ah, if I don't want to, I will probably be hunted down after learning the truth about the new leader's position~"

Saying so, he tore off the loose bandage.

The bandage grazed my cheek, slid down my neck, and was covered by a hand just as it was about to touch the light.

"I'm afraid of pain~ So, after thinking about it, it's easier to agree, anyway, Yui-chan is not as annoying as Mr. Mori~"

Saying such words that seem to be reluctantly forced to agree, but the hand slowly opened its fingers at a careful and gentle speed, and only let it go after my eyes got used to the brightness.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the iris and cobalt blue eyes.

That was me who couldn't help raising the corners of my mouth and smiling brightly.

……

After this, our conversation continued for a while, mainly to exchange some remaining issues.

One is about the 'disappearance' of Lan Tang's quasi-cadres.

In the eyes of other people in Mafia, the mist created by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko caused many deaths, and there were also people who could only be classified as missing because the bodies could not be found. In addition to the disappearance of the leader, Mafia also has several members Also dead or missing.

Lan Tang is also one of the missing persons, but in fact it was just because my deal with him was completed, so he didn't plan to stay in Mafia any longer, so he simply arranged such an ending for himself.

One is about the handling of Xia Youjie, a super curse master.

This guy was thrown into the basement after I captured him, and he is still alive and well.

"Don't kill him? It's planned to be included in mafia..."

"It's impossible for that kind of person to be absorbed into mafia, Chuya." Dazai said in a cool tone from the side, "That guy, he treats all ordinary people like monkeys, even us with supernatural powers, In his eyes, it is only a little bit better than monkeys, but it is still not the same kind that deserves his equal treatment."

Chuya frowned when he heard this.

"Do you know what his ideal is?"

Dazai laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Kill all ordinary people and create a paradise with only magicians."

"what?!"

Chuya raised his brows high, "This guy...hasn't graduated from the second term of middle school?" He looked at me, "So the reason to keep him—"

"It's the power of money." I said with a serious tone.

A question mark appeared above Chuya's head.

"Although we, Mafia, were the last laughing organization in the Dragon Head War and swallowed up the territory and wealth of other destroyed organizations, a large part of them cannot be converted into direct cash."

To be more precise, if they are converted into cash, the value they can exert will be damaged instead.

So this creates a problem, although mafia looks rich, it is actually very poor, because there is not enough cash to fill the funding gap that mafia suffered in the dragon war.

After hearing my explanation, Chuya naturally understood my thoughts.

"Then, you want to hand him over to the official of the magic world..."

"No," I said blankly, "I hate the rotten higher-ups in the magic world."

I haven't forgotten the disgusting things they have been doing in private while staring at me.

"The person I want to contact is the head of the Wutiao family, Wutiao Wu."

When Dazai and Chuya heard this, they both showed understanding expressions.

Xia Youjie's identity before his defection is no secret to us, and we naturally know that he used to be Gojo Satoru's friend and was once known as the strongest magician.

No matter whether Gojo Satoru wanted to save Xia Youjie's life or get rid of his former best friend, he probably wouldn't want to see him fall into the hands of high-level people in the magic world and die in an unseemly way—such as the body being cut up for research—so Most likely the deal will not be rejected.

I looked at Dazai, "When the time comes, I will leave the specific negotiations on the transaction to you."

"If I remember correctly, he seems to be Fuhei-kun's adopter and teacher." Dazai squeezed his chin and smiled, his kite-colored eyes shone with joy, "Ah, I will treat you well. "

I:"……"

Take back the black mud you are about to leak out! !

Mr. Fu Hei obviously didn't provoke you much!

Other than that, it's about the sound inside the mafia.

Because Dazai has already collected the evidence of those who made small moves, so it is only necessary to deal with the highest-ranking people who take the lead first. Under the vigorous and vigorous handling, the other people who have been shocked will surely be at peace for a while.

This allows the organization to transition smoothly through this period.

Before that, I still need to temporarily pretend that I am still blind, and show that I am recovering my eyesight bit by bit.

"So, are there any other questions?"

I look at them both.

"Well, no more~" Dazai was lying on the sofa in a straight shape, with a casual tone, but he still didn't forget to step on it.

"I'm not like a dwarf. Since I agreed, I'm not interested no matter what kind of thinking Yui-chan has in deciding to be the leader, or what Mr. Mori's ending is now. Unlike Chuya, maybe I don't care. I care more about Mr. Mori, Yui-chan might as well kick him out earlier."

"..."

I saw Chuya's clenched fist, and it was obvious that he had already thought of killing him.

Considering that it will be time for Dazai to help in the future, I smiled and stuffed the apple on the coffee table into Dazai's mouth and gagged him.

If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb, Dazai.

A good person, how could he grow such a spitting mouth.

As for why I want to be in the top position, the reason is very simple, that is——

"I double standard."

Nakaya's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect my answer, and even the sound of Dazai gnawing on an apple paused for a moment.

"Actually, it's not difficult to understand."

Facing their unexpected eyes, I shrugged.

"My brother, he will give up any existence that can be given up for the sake of the organization. I have been in mafia for such a long time, enough to make me realize that he is really implementing this principle."

It's just that I don't care about those people and those existences he has abandoned now.

However, what if one day he decides to abandon the person I care about?

The one that worries me the most is Oda.

His skill combined with his supernatural ability can make him a strong subordinate, but because he is unwilling to kill, it is equivalent to being banned.

He is like a cake locked in a glass cabinet, sweet and tempting, but he can only look at it, he cannot touch it or eat it.

It would be fine if he wasn't noticed, but he knows me and Dazai, and with our relationship, it's impossible for my brother not to notice him.

So what will he do then?

I don't know, I can't predict the future, but I feel that maybe something I don't want to see will happen.

Therefore, in order to prevent such a possibility, I want to become the leader——

"I don't want to see the people I value become abandoned."

"Hate accepting a future that was forced to be lost."

I lowered my eyes and fixedly looked at my palm, as if I felt the feeling of being stained with sticky blood again.

"So I thought—"

I tightened my palms and looked up at them with an understatement.

"Instead of that, let me be the one who makes the decision, to decide whether to give up a certain existence for the sake of profit."