Why should I clean up

Mirufiore's meeting with the Port Mafia goes ahead as planned.

When Takigawa Yuichi finished his task and opened the door of the meeting room, Mori Ogai and Bai Ran had almost finished talking.

The captain of the White Curse sat in a row under the projection. Yuu Takigawa scanned the unfamiliar faces, hesitated for a moment, and chose a corner seat.

If you can't see it, you can touch the fish.

Obviously he thought so, but Blancheso didn't do what he wanted——

"It's really sad." The young man was bathed in the morning light of Sicily, and he drew his tone hypocritically, "Did you just ignore me, Yuichi?"

Dozens of sights cast over.

Takigawa Yuichi silently turned off Lianliankan on the phone, his voice sounded a little desperate: "Please don't talk to me in such a misleading tone, your subordinates look like they can't wait to rush to Japan to kill me immediately."

Bai Lan smiled and said nothing, but Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned suspiciously: "Do you know each other?"

Takikawa Yuu nodded: "I used to be a classmate when I was studying in the United States, and Mr. Mori knew about it."

Zhong Yuanzhong is also in a complicated mood, not knowing how many secrets the other party still has.

"But it really surprised me." The man in the projection folded his hands.

Bai Lan's expression was languid, without any anger at the failure of the plan.

"I thought I'd won."

Takigawa Yuichi rested his chin in boredom: "Indeed, if you play the CHOICE game, I don't seem to have beaten you yet."

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

Takigawa Yuichi still remembers the look of shame and anger at the time.

For this reason, he broke off with Bai Lan for a short period of time-specifically, 5 minutes, because the meal will be served after 5 minutes.

"No." Bai Lan said casually, "I did win, it's just that Yu can't remember."

"..."

Takikawa Yuichi narrowed his eyes.

He tried to find a trace of lying on Bai Lan's face, but failed without any surprise.

After thinking for a moment, Takigawa Yuichi decided to refuse to continue this topic.

Without enough information, he could easily be led into a ditch by Bai Lan.

"Then come here, Mr. Bai Lan."

The fact that Mirufiore's Italian front was safely breached by Vongola's assassination force, Warri, was enough of a headache.

"You should have other things to do, don't you?"

Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled easily, and his attitude of sitting on the mountain made one of the captains of Miru Fiore stand up.

He looked a little angry, and was about to say something, but was stopped by a gesture from the gloomy Bai Lan.

A group of little ghosts from Pengo Lie.

Obviously, as long as Xiaozheng and Yuichi are by their side, the battle can be over within two days.

Thinking of this, Brandeso looked straight at the boy sitting in the shadows again.

"Yuichi." He laughed inexplicably, his penetrating eyes had a violet-like luster.

"As the leader of Mirufiore, I welcome you to Italy at any time."

Takigawa Yuichi likes to poach people.

But this is the first time he knows that poaching people can also be poached in front of the boss organized by the other party.

"Stop staring at me."

After Lianliankan lost three games in a row, Takigawa Yuichi raised his head in pain.

"I am very satisfied with my life now, and I have no intention of changing jobs."

Mori Ogai: "Who knows."

Koba Ozaki: "After all, Yuichi is the type to follow wherever the salary is high."

Osamu Dazai: "Ah, how ruthless."

Now the pressure is on Chuya Nakahara, the only one who has not expressed his opinion.

"..." Zhong Yuan was also silent, obviously not wanting to get involved in such childish things, "Do you have to say it?"

Mori Ogai smiled: "That's right, it's an order."

Appeared!The king of hearts!

"You have degenerated into a child too, Mr. Mori."

"Well." Mori Ogai laughed even deeper.

He closed the document in front of him, raised his head and propped his chin: "I'm just a little curious, who Chuya will choose between me and Yuichi-kun."

Takigawa Yuichi almost broke the phone into pieces.

"Congratulations, Chuya." In the silence, Osamu Dazai, who was watching the excitement, heard the implication, "This is a matter of parental custody after divorce."

……

parents?What parents?Who wants to be parents with Mori Ogai?

Although he was mentally prepared in advance, Takigawa Yuichi's expression was distorted for a moment when he really heard this.

"I can't afford Chuya's salary." The boy sighed pretentiously, looking past Momiji and Dazai, and looking directly at Mori Ogai who was also looking at him.

After a long time, he said quite calmly: "So, Mr. Sen should handle this kind of headache."

"..."

Ah, what a cautious child.

It would be better if it could be fully used by him without such a big ambition.

Mori Ogai was thinking about it distressedly, showing a regretful expression just like Blanche Suo just now.

"Forget it." Turning over a page of information with a white-gloved hand, Mori Ogai began to actively change the subject when he lowered his eyes.

Broken test tubes were everywhere on the scorched ground, and a man who had lost his life was lying on the laboratory table, with one hand hanging down feebly.

"Yuichi-kun."

"I want to talk to you about the black organization and the superhumans."

The heavy wooden door of the conference room was closed, and according to Mori Ogai's intention, only Takikawa Yuichi stayed in the end.

Nakahara Chuya stood at the door and thought for a while: "Is Takikawa really alright?"

"...Probably." Osamu Dazai put one hand in his pocket, and pressed the buttons with his fingers boredly, trying to break Yuichi's previous record in Lianliankan.

"After all, compared to Yuichi, what the leader most wants to get now is a license to open a supernatural power."

Someone in the mafia started to develop abilities, which is not a good omen.

Once the delicate order between supernatural beings and ordinary people is broken, the whole of Japan—no, even the whole world will be forced into chaos.

However, when used properly...

For the port mafia, this could be an opportunity.

Ding--

The colorful scores jumped out on the screen, Dazai looked at the name that was squeezed to the second place in the ranking, and smiled lightly.

"Master Dazai." The subordinates in the corridor walked by carrying boxes, "Isn't Director Takikawa out yet?"

Hearing the familiar name, Osamu Dazai rarely raised his eyes.

His eyes swept across the completely unimpressed face in front of him, and finally stayed on the sealed paper for a moment.

"what is this?"

The man in the suit scratched his head: "The people from Mirufiore's side brought it, and it is said to be the second gift for Takikawa's cadre."

Blanche So.

"Hey, they are really blatant." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, his tone light and airy.

"Checked?"

"……No."

Dazai put down the phone, smiling innocently and harmlessly: "That is to say, if there is a bomb inside, we will die together immediately."

The man in the suit was shocked: "Hold, I'm sorry, we'll send it for inspection right away."

There was the sound of the hour hand moving in the air. Although it was too small to be heard, it was still caught by the black-haired boy at the side.

Dazai was stunned for a moment.

"Zhongye!"

"It's so noisy, you don't need to say it."

The crimson light climbed onto the cardboard box, and the second the glass shattered, there was a loud noise from the sky above the mafia building at the port.

Debris fluttered down in the air, but Nakahara Nakaya lowered his head and stared at his hand quietly.

In that second just now, he seemed to have gone to [another time and space].

The sunset in Yokohama fell, but the spacious chief's office was as silent as death.

Dazai and Hongye-san stood on both sides of the room, their heads were bowed, their neat clothes were in a mess, half of their bodies were covered in blood.

All are merged with the darkness.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't see their expressions clearly, he only knew that the overwhelming red covered his vision.

Takikawa collapsed there.

He died in front of them.