The waste firewood of the five family

"What do you think of this idea?" Mori Ogai stood up from his chair, "Tsuna Yoshi needs a reason that seems more appropriate when he returns to the winery, doesn't he?"

"Let's write off the previous incident." Mori Ogai said while pacing, "This time Tsunayoshi took Renhu away, but it caused us a lot of losses."

"Don't tell me you want to ask Gojo Satoru to help you with this matter again?" Mori Ogai put on a distressed expression, "I heard that this strongest man is very busy recently, I really don't have the heart to bother him. "

"Uh……"

"Mr. Mori," how could Tsuna Yoshi fail to understand Mori Ogai's meaning, "as long as you don't go too far, I am certainly willing to bear the loss of the port mafia myself."

"It's okay to be a double agent." Tsuna said, "But if I just unilaterally send information to the port mafia, Mr. Mori is too black-hearted."

"You don't have to worry about this." Mori Ogai had expected it long ago, "Since it is a cooperative relationship, it will naturally not let you suffer."

"When I got back to the winery, I would say that I had an idea at the port mafia and agreed to be an undercover agent sent by them before I was released."

Tsuna said, "At the same time, I will tell Gin and the others that my undercover mission is to understand how the distillery creates flames."

"Then in order for you to obtain the code name smoothly, I can let Tiger stay in the winery for a while." Mori Ogai said, "But be careful not to let the people in the winery use him too much."

"No problem." Tsunaji nodded, "I would say this is Mr. Mori's will."

"Yes," Mori Ogai looked at Tsunayoshi, and promised, "Then correspondingly, we will provide you with some information, so that you can use it to confuse the real with the fake."

"Okay." Gangji responded.

The two looked at each other.

"To be honest, if I didn't know Tsunayoshi's identity, I wouldn't dare to use someone like this." Mori Ogai sighed, "Is there someone who recommended you at the winery? If I guess correctly, I'm also an undercover agent?"

"Mr. Mori doesn't need to worry about that." The meaning of Tsuna Yoshi's refusal to answer was very obvious.

"Well, I'm just worried that Tsuna Kichi will be suspected when he goes back." Mori Ogai pretended to be aggrieved, "If there is anything I can help, Tsuna Kichi just ask."

"It's certain to be suspected." Tsuna turned a blind eye to the acting behavior of a certain adult leader, "It's rare for people who stole things from the port mafia to be released."

"That's why I'm worried about Tsunayoshi." Mori Ogai pretended to wipe away tears that didn't exist.

"Mr. Mori, as long as you don't backstab me, you'll be fine." Tsuna was unable to complain, "Also, if there is a day to annihilate the winery, I hope the port mafia can call out some supernatural beings to help."

Tsunayoshi had considered this before, but he never found the right time to talk to Mori Ogai.

Although the red side appears to have a large number of people on the surface, secretly the black side has flames.

As the owner of the flame, Tsuna naturally knew its power.It is no exaggeration to say that if it is used properly, there is no problem at all with one-on-three or even one-on-five.

Now the overall strength of the black side is still unclear, and the red side is also an ordinary person. Although Mr. Zero has also obtained the flame, but in terms of proficiency, it is obviously much lower than Gin and the others. One-on-one may not be able to distract to protect other people.

And although there are five enlightenments on my side, the conjurers usually deal with curse spirits rather than people, so try not to let Wu get involved in this kind of thing as much as possible.

And Vengley...

Gangji sighed.

Currently only Rambo, Yamamoto and Kikuji are here.Lanbo is still young, and Mukuro can only call out words when he has to... In other words, only Yamamoto, Yuji, and himself are the only real combat power left.

If it was in the former world, these people would be enough, but this time and space suppresses the flames to a certain extent, causing them to be tied up when fighting.

I can indeed seek the help of the Red King, but Zun's sword of Damocles is already in danger... No, Zun can't take it into consideration at all.

Although the Armed Detective Agency also intends to investigate this matter, judging from their dispatch of Dazai, it seems that they intend to outwit them.

As for other organizations, Tsuna was not familiar with them, and he could not consider seeking foreign aid.

Calculated in this way, the red side is at a disadvantage in terms of force alone, and the frontline personnel of both sides may suffer a loss if they really fight.

But if the port mafia gets involved too...

Tsunayoshi looked at Mori Ogai with a very serious expression.

"Of course." Mori Ogai readily agreed, "I also don't want to see this kind of organization that will destroy the balance of Yokohama exist in the world."

……

Outside the winery training base.

"What did you say?" Bourbon looked at Gin incredulously, "Did you throw Kong at the port mafia?"

"And you." Bourbon looked at Prison Temple Hayato, and said sarcastically, "You really deserve to be a Gin man for being so unscrupulous for a mere code name."

"Ha, who's that guy's?" Hayato Gakuji snapped back angrily, "Do you dare to say that your hands are clean? Clearly the completion of the mission is the ultimate goal, right?"

"Besides, what can I do when I encounter the gravity of the port mafia?" Hayato Gurdera stared at Bourbon, "If I don't take the opportunity to escape, when the time comes, neither I nor Sora Amano will be able to get out. Anyone who understands knows How to do it to maximize profit.”

"And Sora Amano isn't such a rigid person." Hayato Gudera snorted coldly, "He's smart, maybe he just defected to the port mafia."

After thinking for a while, Yuji Hayato added: "Why, are you upset about losing your lover?"

"You—" Bourbon raised his hand.

Hayato tilted his head to avoid it, and said disdainfully, "Maybe he doesn't have that deep affection for you."

"Bourbon, don't hang yourself on a tree." Prison Temple Hayato said with a half-smile, "You are so good, who can you not find?"

"That's right." Bourbon put on a complacent expression again, "I think G is pretty good, and you are the fastest person in history to get a code name."

"Don't dare to act, dare not act." Prison Temple Hayato smirked, "According to what you said, the means I used are disgraceful."

"Okay, you two." Gin interrupted their quarrel and looked at Bourbon, "Human tigers are an important task for the organization, and this is not something Amano can compare to. If you feel that you are at a disadvantage in this matter Yes, I can give you some extra compensation."

"I wish I had said no earlier." Bourbon's mood immediately improved.

"Hey, he didn't do anything." Prisoner Hayato protested angrily.

"You can't say that." Bourbon shook his head distressedly, "I have to clean up the mess you left behind."

Hayato Gokuji frowned suspiciously.

"What? Didn't realize it?" Bourbon raised his eyebrows, "You sold the air, wouldn't he sell the winery? Won't the port mafia send someone to the winery to find someone?"

"Look, thanks to you, you are still the one who is about to get the code name." Bourbon said eccentrically, "Your code name is very watery."

"Okay, Bourbon, please calm down." Gin had a headache, and there was a hint of irritability in his green eyes, "If the port mafia sends someone to negotiate, it's okay to let you handle it, right?"

"You guys are too good at causing trouble," Bourbon complained, "as long as the reward is in place."

"No problem." Gin nodded slightly, and then turned his head to Hayato, "Then according to what I said before, you can have a code name that belongs to you..."

"what about me?"

The voice belonging to Amano Sora came from far away.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy ran out of breath: "According to what I said before... I should also have a code name, sir Gin?"

"You can't count your words." Gang Ji stopped in front of the three of them, gasping for breath.

Gin's hand holding the cigarette stopped in mid-air.