Why should I clean up

[Q is released. 】

Almost the second Zhongyuan Zhongye stepped off the plane, a message popped up on the encrypted channel.

A black limousine was parked next to it, and the mafia in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, stepped down without saying a word, and respectfully opened the rear door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, not taking his eyes off the screen.

【Ogai-sama is very angry about this. 】

Holding the phone tightly with five fingers, even if Koyo Ozaki didn't say it explicitly, the actual meaning of this text message is self-evident.

Either the negotiations failed or there was no talk at all—either way, Q's release goes against the leader's wishes.

This is not a good sign.

There is a strict superior-subordinate relationship within the port mafia, which means that Mori Ogai's orders are absolute.

What was Takikawa thinking?

Q What is the value of not caring about his disobedience?

Nakahara Chuya's expression was not good, remembering the boy's eyes when he said these words that day, he hesitated for a moment and dialed the number in the list.

"Moses Moses?"

The imaginary voice didn't sound, but what came to my ears was a tone of beating.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either, but from the rearview mirror of the car, his expression darkened little by little, like a volcano before it erupted.

The man in black who was driving carefully looked away, trying to drive the car more smoothly.

In this way, the other party's anger might not affect him.

Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth, trying to control his emotions in front of his subordinates: "Trash Dazai! Why did you answer the phone, where is Takikawa?"

Osamu Dazai said softly "Huh?": "When Yuichi was undercover, of course the mobile phone he contacted was in the office."

It was only then that Nakahara Chuya remembered that Takigawa Yuichi had acquired an undercover identity recently, and he frowned, not quite getting used to it yet.

At this moment, there was a burst of gunfire in the background of the mobile phone, followed by screams of panic as the crowd fell into chaos.

Dazai is not at the headquarters.

Zhongyuan Zhong also calmed down and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Where are you?" He asked in a deep voice, throwing the documents in his hand aside.

Osamu Dazai didn't even think about it: "I'm cooperating with the annoying Mr. Q to rob."

As soon as this sentence fell, Q at his feet immediately resisted, "This is not called robbery! I just want to give the diamond to Yuichi!"

"..."

Q's ability should not use guns.

In other words, besides the port mafia, there was another force present.

Chuya Nakahara was not worried about Osamu Dazai's safety, in fact he wished that Osamu Dazai would die in the chaos.

But it's a pity that this guy's life is much more tenacious than ordinary people.

Still, this is not the time to think about frivolous things.

The corners of Zhongyuan Zhongye's tightly pursed lips loosened, and his cobalt blue eyes exuded murderous intent.

"Did you also disobey the order of the leader, Dazai?"

The temperature in the carriage dropped a few degrees, and Nakahara Nakaya, who was in a state of anger, was chilling just sitting there.There was a red light on his shoulders—the next second, the whole car was wrapped in supernatural powers, and stopped forcefully in the middle of the road.

The bullets of the snipers in the residential areas on both sides missed, and Nakahara Chuya pushed the door and walked down, still not intending to interrupt the call.

But Osamu Dazai on the other end of the phone chuckled lightly in an ambiguous tone.

"No." Osamu Dazai said slowly, "It might be better to say that I am standing here because of Mr. Mori's will."

Osamu Dazai who owns [Disqualification] is not only Q's safety device, but also the key to control Takikawa Yuichi's [Plunder].

Thanks to Yuu's behavior of thinking about how to kill him every day, compared to Nakahara Chuya, Mori Ogai is more at ease with Dazai.

The communication was cut off unilaterally, but Chuya Chuya's anger did not disappear.

—he was cut off from the operation.

This cognition made Zhong Yuanzhong also feel subtly uncomfortable.

Forget it.

No matter what Takikawa is thinking, if he has any crooked ideas, just beat him up like he did to Dazai.

The boy's back was pressed against the cold muzzle, and the enemies pouring out from all directions aimed at the black spot in the middle of the road.

With a bang, the trigger was pulled.

But the planned picture did not come.

The bullet exploded before it was shot out of the barrel, and the originally hard steel pipe was vulnerable to the crushing force of gravity.

"Wait, wait - don't shoot!"

"The information is wrong! This is..."

"Come on together."

Zhong Yuanzhong interrupted them impatiently. When he raised his jaw slightly in the foreign night and pulled the corners of his lips arrogantly, a cold murderous intent welled up in his eyes.

"I'm in a hurry."

Something terrifying appeared.

Takigawa Yuichi, who was originally curled up on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes, two pieces of his shirt around the collar were undone, revealing a beautiful collarbone under his neck.

The young man was panting/breathing rapidly, his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

...Where is it coming from?

Takigawa Yuichi was taken aback, and found that one of his wrists was handcuffed, and the other end was connected to the foot of the coffee table beside the sofa.

"Waking up from an unfamiliar environment, is that what you do?"

A cold voice came from the darkness in the corner, and Takigawa Yuichi turned his head to meet those familiar green eyes.

"I know you're there," he said, sitting up, noticing that a lock of his hair was singed.

Takigawa Yuichi thought for a while, barely remembering that he hammered the Nozawa tree on the ground.

He must have been drunk then, but now he's...

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly noticed several bottles of spirits on the coffee table from the corner of his eye.

...Suddenly there is a bad feeling.

Could it be that gin was tied to him to practice drinking?

Takigawa Yuu felt a pain in his forehead, and said very sincerely: "I will play crazy when I am drunk."

Qin Jiu sneered: "What do you think you are being handcuffed for?"

Belmode was right, Spinnetta was a bird.

He may have some talent, but he also has a lot of weaknesses. Gin has no patience in this regard, so he chose the simplest and rude way to let the other party grow up quickly.

"You'd better do it yourself." Gin Jiu looked at him and stated calmly, "It won't be so gentle when I do it."

...This is not gentle in the first place!

Takikawa Yuu complained expressionlessly, and moved slowly, suddenly felt that he should learn from Gin.

When it is not necessary, he is generally not so harsh on his subordinates.

Most of the port mafia is a group operation. If one person loses the chain, the other will immediately make up.

But the main thing is that he is too busy, which is the unavoidable price of holding power in his hands.

The transparent liquid was poured into the cup, Takigawa Yuu took a sip, frowned slightly as he estimated his drinking capacity.

Forget about that time before, who knows if he would confess something when he was drunk.

Only in this place, Takigawa Yuu pair has no confidence in himself.

"I'll finish my drink." He discussed with the shadow in the corner, "Why don't you go out and wait for me?"

Gin glanced at his wrist that was imprisoned by metal, and suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and snorted: "Don't be clever, Spinita. We all know what you will do after that."

Drained.

Rugs, sofas, as long as it is within reach in this lounge, Spinnetta will make the most of it.

Gin didn't mind the other party's little cleverness, but he hoped that Spinita could focus on other things.

Takikawa Yuu gave a perfunctory "Oh" and took another sip silently.

He did it on purpose, and the progress was too slow.

The brim of the hat was covered with a layer of black under the eyes, and Gin tightened his fingers holding the cigarette, and finally dipped the flame into the martini at hand.

It was really good for him.

Gin lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh.

The shadow was under the hood from above, and Takigawa Yuu raised his head, and asked the man who walked behind him at some point, "You want to do it again... eh!..."

Strength, angle, everything is exactly the same.

Gin stretched out one hand to force the opponent to raise his head, and mercilessly poured down the wine in the glass with the other hand.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

During the violent struggle, there was a crisp sound when the metal collided with the table legs.The boy's neck was forced to bend forward in a smooth arc, and yellowish liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth, soaking the already wrinkled collar of his shirt.

Spinita, white wine.

Gin recalled what he had been bitten a few hours ago, with a sarcastic smile in his tone: "Don't you comment on your own taste?"

Spicy liquid flowed down the throat, and Takigawa Yuichi, who had regained the air, narrowed his eyes, and began to consider the possibility of killing the opponent during the few seconds of waking up.

Well, he now knows what Dazai meant when he said "I will take revenge" when he was drawing a turtle by him.

A laugh escaped the boy's throat.

This was a confrontation between pure power and strength. The expensive wine bottles on the coffee table were smashed to pieces, and the huge movement made Chianti outside couldn't help knocking on the door.

"Hey, Gin, what's going on..."

The woman's voice stopped abruptly in the air full of wine.

On the soft sofa for one person, Spinnetta grabbed Gin by the collar with the handcuffed hand.He straddled the man's belly, his white shirt mottled with red wine.The soaked clothes pressed against the boy's arched back, outlining slender yet powerful muscle lines.

Spinita was as angry as a wild animal, and shouted drunkenly, "You drink too!"

Gin narrowed his eyes, grabbed him and slammed him down on the fragile coffee table next to him.

"Get out." He looked up at Chianti who was too shocked to speak.

Chianti closed the door like a soulless marionette.

The movement inside the door continued. Chianti walked to the corner, and when he heard Cohen asking "what's the matter?", he silently picked up his favorite gun.

"I'm not sure, it seems to be an interrogation?...Training?...No, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Ley smiled at the side: "Sometimes fighting will show emotion."

Bourbon's eyes moved over, as if about to make a move.

Ley's hand holding the wine glass stopped immediately.

The moment the fighting sound inside the door stopped, he explained to Bourbon tactfully:

"Don't look at me, you can find Spinita to fight, I'm not gay."

Bourbon, who didn't know why the other party wanted to tell him such a thing, frowned. He glanced at the empty wine bottle on the bar, snorted coldly in disdain, and tried to justify his friend's name:

"Neither is Spinita."

Ley:?

Ley: Then what did you stink just now?

Splitting headache.

When he woke up again, Takigawa Yuichi only had this feeling.

He clicked his tongue irritably, tossing his shirt aside as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

The jet of water falling from a high place slid all the way down his shoulders, Takigawa Yuu raised his eyes, and brushed the broken hair from his forehead back indifferently.

"Host, Chablis sent you a message just now." The system reminded weakly in his mind.

Takigawa Yuu raised his eyes, his eyelashes were dripping with water, his thinking was a little slow, and it took half a minute before he responded.

"I see."

In this world, Italy should be afternoon.

He revealed some information to the other party before, probably because he escaped successfully.

Then next, the Italian side will be the duel between the guardian and the guardian.

Even though he said so, Takigawa Yuichi always felt that according to Bai Lan's character, he should have left a hand.

"By the way, your cleansing points have exceeded negative three digits." The system said painfully, "You really don't need to do something good."

Takigawa Yuichi turned off the shower head: "No."

The system let out a howl.

So the boy stopped twisting his hair, and opened his ripped lips suspiciously: "Speaking of which, I wanted to ask a long time ago."

"?"

"Do you know Masaichi Irie?"

"...Isn't this your friend?"

Takigawa Yuichi raised the corners of his lips with great interest, and let out a breathy laugh: "Oh, you are quite similar to him."

Masaichi Irie is a technical geek, and he applied for many patents before he was invited by Bailan to join Miru Fiore.

But as a genius, that guy also has an extremely obvious weakness——

Stomach pain when nervous.

It is impossible for such a person to become a villain.

So when he learned that Irie Masaichi had defected to Pengo Lie, Takigawa Yuichi was not too surprised.

However, since he could foresee this, Bai Lan must also be able to.

Why did he not expose Zhengyi?

The system laughed twice: "You are too famous."

"Whatever." Takigawa Yu raised his eyebrows and replied flatly.

As long as it doesn't harm his interests.

Thinking so, the boy put on a clean shirt.

This thing was placed beside him before he woke up, and Takigawa Yu knew it was Bourbon without even thinking about it.

Ley has no friendship with him. It is a miracle that Cohen does not take advantage of the chaos to take revenge. As for Gin——

Ha, gin sure wasn't much better.

Thinking of this, Takigawa Yuichi felt that his headaches were lessened a little. He pushed open the door of the bathroom, and turned his head as soon as he took a step.

"Who?"

It's the smell of blood.

Takigawa Yuu clenched his fist and subconsciously punched him into the darkness.

The person turned his head, dodged and grabbed his wrist.The thick calloused thumb pressed gently on the red mark drawn by the handcuffs, just when Takikawa Yuichi was about to launch a second round of attack, the man took advantage of the situation and pulled him into the shadows.

Takigawa Yuu was stunned for a moment, and heard an inaudible sigh.

"……Scotland?"

"Hmm." Scotland responded perfunctorily. He seemed to have just arrived after finishing his mission. Half of his coat was black with dried blood.

"Not my blood."

The pair of blue cat eyes drooped down, Scotland's gaze showed no emotion, and just swept across the cracked lips of the young man in front of him leisurely.

After a long time, he used his fingers to twist a strand of wet silver hair from the side of the young man's ear.

"At least blow dry your hair, Yuichi."