The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The self-introduction of the young man with greasy hair and glasses did not receive a response.

In fact, neither the Zhefa gravity user nor Yamamoto Kentaro of the Inukane group even gave him a look.

The two young yakuza cadres just sat on the backs of their chairs, condescendingly, and looked at Kazuto Hyoudou at the head of the gambling table without saying a word.

The gaze was clearly looking straight up, but for no reason it caused the latter to have the illusion of being looked down upon by something dangerous.

The Mafia is an organization that places great value on status and rank.

Regardless of the internal situation, at least here and now, a mere "gambler" who came out of nowhere is not qualified to talk to the cadres.

The man who called himself Osamu Fujii clenched his fists in displeasure, and a look of humiliation and resentment flashed in his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't bother to pay attention to the ant's reaction, he wanted to know what kind of medicine was sold in this old immortal gourd.

The boy's black-gloved palm rested casually on the table, and as he tapped the table with his fingertips, he made a "tuk-duk" sound.

As dull as knocking on the pale skull of a human being.

An unspeakable oppressive force permeated the meeting room, and the faces of the people in the Diai Group headed by Hyoudou Kazutoru turned livid and ugly, and even the simplest breathing was extremely difficult.

If Hyoudou Kazun was smart enough, at this time, he should take the initiative to stand up and say that everything is just a harmless little joke.

Then honestly sign the two contracts on the table, and quickly end the meeting.

Unfortunately, in this world, there are always idiots who can't read the air.

No, maybe it should be a smart fool who claims to rely on himself and repeatedly tests the bottom line.

Even though the mafia cadres of the two parties were imposing, Hyoudou Kazun still ignored the reactions of Nakahara Chuya and Yamamoto Kentaro and clapped his hands to let the dealer deal the cards.

The unlucky dealer with shaking legs stepped forward, wanting to cry without tears. He barely stood upright by the gaming table, almost showing the willpower of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, and manipulated his trembling hands to deal three cards.

Look at the arrangement, it is □□.

A gambling competition with international common rules and the most extensive influence.

It even has a very prestigious and authoritative event in the world - the World Series of Poker (WSP).

Every July, countless avid gamblers and tourists rush to Las Vegas with cash, jewelry, checks and antiques.

"Ten percent."

Osamu Fujii casually glanced at his cards, and pushed out most of the glittering golden chips.

Kenichiro Yamamoto noticed that he didn't even look at all the cards, just glanced at one of them, and eagerly pre-empted the bet, seeming quite confident in himself.

On the way, he still did not forget to look at the Gravity Envoy of Hong Kong and Hei with provocative eyes.

"It's your turn to bet, Mr. Nakahara."

Osamu Fujii looked at Chuya Nakahara with a smile, and raised his voice arrogantly,

"Or is it that the dignified PortMafia's gravity user is also afraid of losing?"

lose?

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes abruptly, his cobalt blue pupils were as sharp as knives, and his gaze was coldly piercing towards the provocative man.

Right, that is it.

In the suffocating silence of the conference room, only Osamu Fujii deepened the smile on his face.

As long as a little investigation is done, one of PortMafia's double blacks, Gravity Maker Nakahara Chuya, has high physical skills and terrifying abilities, but he has a fatal weakness——

He has a hot temper and is reckless, unable to withstand the slightest provocation.

If it was another double black, Osamu Dazai, he would naturally not have the confidence to achieve his goal, but Nakahara Chuya.

Humph.

It's just a 17-year-old kid warrior.

Osamu Fujii waited confidently.

Sure enough, the next second——

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up and walked to the gaming table.

"You want me to bet?" A cold and sharp smile appeared on the handsome face of the red-haired boy.

As if he was really angered by the opponent's provocative method, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand, and slowly reached out to the golden chips piled up next to him.

Yep!That's it! !Throw them out!Throw it out!

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's fingertips getting closer and closer to the chip, Osamu Fujii's pupils widened to the extreme.

He held his breath subconsciously, and he almost couldn't control the crazy and excited laughter on his face.

……【vitality】!

That's a person with supernatural powers, the [life force] of Zhongya Chuya, who uses gravity!

The quality is not comparable to those bug-like guys at all, as long as you get it, as long as you get it——!

The arc of Fujii Osamu's mouth became wider and wider. At the same time, Hyoudou Kazuson, who was sitting behind, looked forward slightly and leaned his upper body forward as if expecting it.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched infinitely.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the crowd expressionlessly, and a clear and smart voice rang in his ears.

["Mr. Zhongyuan, there are all kinds of supernatural abilities in this world. Sometimes, I have to wonder if we are in some strange comic world. I don't care, but my instinct tells me, be careful when you are on a business trip in the future. A little better."]

【"...It's not that I have something to do with Dazai boy, he found it on his own initiative, and this information is also there."】

【"Chuya, if you don't want to die, remember to follow that ghost messenger closely. If necessary, you can also use the Hony trap."】

【"It's just a list of the dead who died strangely in the past few years...gamblers...casino..."】

……

…………

The seemingly irrelevant words and phrases were mixed together and played back in Zhongye's mind over and over again.

In the blink of an eye, the red-haired boy understood.

He laughed, and then put his hand on the table next to the chips....

"……how come?!!"

Osamu Fujii subconsciously let out a strange cry.

Obviously one step away——!

The young man with greasy hair and glasses stared at the black gloved finger. He didn't seem to understand why his plan failed, so he raised his head in disbelief, and suddenly looked at the red-haired boy on the opposite side!

However, before that, an exclamation sounded in the conference room.

The moment he raised his eyes, Osamu Fujii felt the light above his head go dark.

In the next second, the heavy solid wood gaming table floated high as if it had lost gravity, and smashed down on the young man at a blatant speed that could not be defied or avoided!

boom--!

The moment the gambling table landed on the ground, the hard wood was like fragile silk, and fell to pieces in an instant.

At the same time, the man who took the blow abruptly screamed and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The golden chips and coins fell from the air, hitting Fujii Osamu's face one after another, and the floor of the conference room made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Bet? Lose?"

Stepping on chips and blood all over the floor, a black leather shoe walked towards Osamu Fujii step by step.

"Who do you think you're talking to, huh?"

The sound of the ochre-haired boy sharpening his blade sounded from above.

Osamu Fujii, who was bleeding from his forehead, had his right eye swollen. He struggled to raise his head, but in the next second, a clean black leather shoe fell down and stepped heavily on the back of his head.

"Just play this low-brow little gimmick."

The owner of the voice sneered, and said disdainfully, "I said you, did you misunderstand something?"

"Osamu Fujii."

Zhong Yuanzhong also read out these three characters slowly, "Ah, I have a little impression of this name."

……what?

The man who claimed to be perfect and without trace was stunned.

The next moment, more names were revealed from the mouth of Zhefa Zhun's cadres, which shocked him into a cold sweat.

"Taken Nishimoto, Hitomi Sewa, Naoto Kishimoto, Hideaki Oda... Do you think that your little tricks are covered up well?"

"me……"

Osamu Fujii gasped, and wanted to argue, but under Nakahara Nakaya's cold gaze, his teeth trembled, and he spit out a single word.

Why, why would he know the names of these people? !

Could it be that Hong Kong and black already know the real cause of their death? !

What to do, what to do, something must be said, or you will die!He will be killed!

At this moment, Osamu Fujii finally realized that he was really in danger.

Out of the instinct to survive, he subconsciously shouted in the direction of Hyoudou Kazun,

"Save me——! Save me, President Hyoudou! As you said, as long as I..."

Before the man finished speaking, he heard a "bang--", a bullet pierced Fujii Osamu's throat, leaving a bloody hole.

"It will... long..."

Osamu Fujii opened his mouth in disbelief, opened his eyes wide open like this, knocked his head on the ground, and completely lost his breath.

"...Hahaha, I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, Mr. Yamamoto, you are laughing at your subordinates for making such claims."

Hyoudou laughed heartily, handed the gun in his hand to the guard beside him, and said nonchalantly.

His calm expression, if it wasn't for his subordinate Wei Han's body still lying on the ground, his neatly dressed and kind appearance would be no different from the benevolent President Hyoudou on TV.

Nakahara Nakaya quietly looked at the smiling Hyoudou Kazun for a while, then slowly withdrew his left foot from stepping on his head, put his hands in his pockets and said calmly,

"Of course, there are disobedient subordinates everywhere, and it's not impossible for us in Hong Kong and Black to understand."

"However, the humiliation of being offended by me is not something that can be easily exposed. Presumably President Houdou can understand it, right?"

"Haha, that's that."

Hyoudou Kazun changed his previous arrogant attitude, rubbed his hands attentively, and said friendlyly,

"Please don't worry, the old man accepts the contract of the two for the time being. As for the profit sharing, the old man will definitely give you a more satisfactory answer. Before that, the two of you may as well enjoy the service of 'Wheel of Hope', right to do it This old man is a little compensation for not being respectful."

While speaking, all the guards beside Hyoudou Kazun had dispersed, and they quickly dragged out something that was an eyesore.

The blood-stained carpet was replaced, and all the chips were recovered.

But in just a few seconds, the bloody conference room returned to its original clean and noble appearance not long ago, without leaving any traces.

"If you ask me, President Hyoudou is still too impulsive."

Inukinumu Yamamoto Kentaro, who remained silent all this time, kept on the sidelines and finally spoke, saying,

"We should wait for the little brother Zhongyuan to finish his interrogation before taking action. People who don't know about the impatient solution will think that President Hyoudou is guilty of guilt hahahaha."

"Hehe, yes." Hyoudou Kazun nodded in agreement, pulling the corners of his mouth stiffly.

On the surface he is smiling, but in his heart he is crazy about MMP.

A group of black-hearted people, why didn't you see you make a move when you made a move just now, and now they are pretending to be big-tailed wolves!

The most bizarre thing is that PortMafia has no opinion on this?

Gee.

Hyoudou Kazun carefully glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who was holding champagne, and looked away in disappointment.

Well, actually, on this point, a certain Hyoudou old man really misunderstood the Inukane Group.

If he knows enough about the Yakuza organization, he will know that sometimes, on certain occasions, not expressing his position is the real support.

On the other side, Nakahara Zhong also raised his glass in the direction of the Inukane team, expressing his gratitude.

This move made Hyoudou Kazun almost vomit blood in anger.

But even if you get angry again, you still have to maintain your demeanor as a 'host'.

The gray-haired old immortal took a deep breath, waved his hands to the people around him, and signaled him to let the bartender who was still waiting outside come in.

Speaking of it, this is probably some kind of unwritten rule.

On some occasions, money, wine, and beauties are always inseparable.

It is said to be serving wine, but in fact, everyone knows what the real intention is.

Zhong Yuanzhong has never been interested in this kind of thing, he lowered his eyelashes, staring blankly at the champagne in the glass.

Compared to such hospitality, he would rather stretch out, go to the deck to blow some air, and sort out his thoughts.

This negotiation revealed too much information, and what Qing Ma said was really interesting.

and also--

The figure he saw at Ping Airport...

Tsk, that comic idiot, after all, is also a hell ghost on Neon's side, and he probably won't leave the country at will.

Not to mention, it's still such a place that can't be hit.

Well, an illusion, it should be an illusion.

While thinking about it, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and a group of waiters with good faces and wine came in. They were graceful and attractive, and it was hard to tell whether they were showing red wine or something else.

The slightly noisy space suddenly quieted down without warning.

The surrounding voices disappeared strangely, as if afraid of being disturbed, Zhong Yuanzhong also found that the big men in the meeting room unconsciously slowed down their breathing.

Some people even opened their mouths in embarrassment, not even noticing when the wine in their hands spilled all over the floor.

what happened?

The unusual atmosphere made Zhong Yuan Zhong also frowned strangely. He raised his head and followed the gazes of everyone.

Then, unprepared, the boy met a pair of familiar emerald pupils like emeralds.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Probably aware of the astonished stare of the red-haired boy, the red-haired girl standing at the end of the queue of waiters turned her head to the side as if aware of it.

When he saw the face of the person staring at him clearly, the beautiful crystal eyes of the third son suddenly lit up.

Then she raised her hand, bent her eyes towards PortMafia's gravity, and showed a happy smile.

【"Yeah~ Teacher Zhongyuan, what a coincidence, we meet again!"】

Amidst the sound of gasping for air, the associate cadre of the Zhongyuan Central Committee excitedly crushed the champagne glass in his hand with a "snap".

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Ya oh you ghost! ! !

Why are you guys here aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!