[Comprehensive] A Tsuna was in Yokohama

The house smart housekeeper will automatically adjust the indoor temperature after sensing that someone has entered the house. Unlike the strong sun outside and the constant chirping of cicadas announcing the scorching heat, the indoor breeze is cool and the humidity is suitable.

The house is very quiet, which can be described as clearly hearing a needle drop to the ground.Gang Ji sat peacefully on the couch and didn't dare to move lightly. Now he felt a little dehydrated, which was manifested by dry eyes and thirst.

The hemp rope tied around his hands and feet was ripped apart by the dangerous person just when he thought that the dangerous person in front of him would beat him to death in minutes.

So, so far he is not only alive, but also free, Tsuna could not help being happy, and walked out of the house to wave goodbye to the master, without taking a cloud, of course this is a joke.

The correct answer is that Tsunaki’s mind is constantly replaying the scene of the mouse being caught and let go by the cat in the animal channel, and the picture of being eaten after being caught and let go, and he is now that poor mouse, what a sad man s story.

What should he do?Gang Ji took a peek at the terrorist who suddenly stopped his temper and stopped beating him. He saw that the opponent was resting on the coffee table very close to the sofa, with an indifferent expression, shaking the red wine glass wantonly in his hand.

"What? Didn't I say that I won't kill you? You see, I've already untied you, why are you still crying?" At this moment, Zhongya has resumed his former attitude as a quasi-cadre of the port mafia, mature and oppressive .

I was blown away by the brat's sudden name and brain supply just now, and Zhong also felt a little lingering fear. He didn't know whether the brat did it on purpose or not. He stepped on his blasting point so accurately. Could it be that bastard Dazai Osamu left before he left? Specially arranged to annoy him with his secret work?Speaking of which, the flat throw at the port in the morning is very similar to Dazai's flat throw!

Thinking of this, he also looked at Gangji with sharp eyes.

Sensing Zhong Ye's undisguised sizing, Tsuna swallowed nervously the sparse saliva that he had gathered just now, and licked the corners of his dry lips, "Are you really not going to kill me?"

"I never said I was going to kill you."

"Then why did you arrest me?"

"Because you fainted at the port."

"Then, thank you, little..."

"Nakahara Chuya!" Zhongya interrupted what Tsunaji was going to say next. He bent forward, put the red wine glass firmly on the coffee table, raised his head and continued to say clearly, "I am a prospective member of the port organization. Cadre Chuya Nakahara, do you remember?"

"Well, I remember. Mr. Zhongyuan." Tsuna responded subconsciously.

Sure enough, he was from that world, and he was a quasi-cadre of the port organization. Gang Ji's heart became even more chilled at this moment.

Even he who is far away in Bingsheng has heard of it. It happened five months ago, on the 88th day with the highest number of deaths in Yokohama's history. All organizations were involved in this massive bloody storm. History It is called the "Leading War" because it is so shocking that even the official control cannot stop the outflow of event information, the media control is ineffective, and the overwhelming news reports are hard to know even if Tsuna does not want to know. Among them, the most broadcast is that the port organization is the champion in this war. It marked the birth of a new order in Yokohama.

Seeing Tsunayoshi's gradually rigid expression, Chu also dismissed the idea that Tsunayoshi was sent by Osamu Dazai to confront him without hesitation, he raised his forehead and said, "Didn't you find this conversation very familiar?"

Tsuna nodded, as if they had already had such a conversation, but the other party suddenly lost his temper, but he still didn't understand why the other party was angry.

"What about you?"

"What?" Gang Ji was still thinking about why he was suddenly angry.

"what's your name?"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi." Tsunayoshi said his name softly.

"Speak up!" Chuya's voice increased, did Tsunayoshi Sawada not have enough to eat?Why is the sound as soft as a mosquito.

"My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi!" Hearing this, Tsunayoshi stood up subconsciously and stood at attention.

"Yeah" Zhong also nodded in satisfaction. After spending a short time together in the morning, he finally understood that this kid named Tsunayoshi Sawada is extremely timid and over-compensated. If he is left outside without protection, he will definitely be bullied The master, such as Akutagawa Ryunosuke who lived in a slum before becoming his former partner's student, only seemed to be even worse after becoming Dazai Osamu's student.

Zhong also yawned, his azure blue eyes narrowed with a dangerous aura, "I have to tell you, first of all, I'm not interested in the weak, and I'm even less interested in abusing the weak in bad ways, you understand?"

"Yes." Gangji nodded quickly.

"Then let's talk about what to do when you witnessed me handling miscellaneous fish." Nakaya paused and continued, "And how to repay me for bringing you back to your comfortable house after fainting in Yokohama Port."

What?Gang Ji's pupils dilated, and ignored the first half of the sentence in disbelief, this man is a devil, no, no, it should be said that this man is worthy of being a gangster, his face is really thick, why did he faint?I was scared!Who was he frightened by?Central Plains Chuya!And ah!He was tied up with hemp rope all the time on the road, what kind of kindness is this!Hello!

"Do you have anything to say?" Nakaya saw Tsunayoshi's upturned face and wanted to say something but held back in his heart. He said in a good mood. He was sure that Sawada Tsunayoshi would never dare to say no.

Sure enough, Tsunayoshi Sawada's brown head was shaking like a rattle. What is this guy who is talking nonsense with his eyes open!If he retorts, it will be miserable.You will be beaten, you will be killed!

The corners of Chuya's mouth raised a beautiful arc, and he raised his hand to pat Tsunayoshi's shoulder. There was a skinny touch with no muscles. He frowned and planned to exercise Tsunayoshi's body well, not like Dazai. Weak chicken.

"Actually, I am still very humane. I will not kill you. As you know, shutting up the dead is the easiest and most effective way, but there is actually another way, you know? ?”

Gang Ji lowered his head and thought about it carefully, then carefully guessed, "Do you trust?"

Chuya raised his eyebrows, is he not only weak but also innocent?But the naive guy wasn't bad either, and he was more determined about the decision he was about to make.

"Almost, but you can change a word to replace it, for example..."

"Like?"

"How about your partner?"

As the name suggests, people who work together are inextricably linked to each other, there is me in you, and you in me. If the water is gone, they will die together.

"I'm going to let you be my accomplice, that is, a partner, join the port organization, Sawada Tsunayoshi, so that I can forget about everything."

what?

Tsunayoshi felt that he might not be able to understand the Yokohama dialect, otherwise, why he could understand every word of Nakahara Chuya, but he couldn't understand it at all when it was combined into a sentence?

"One more thing, you have to show a competent and reliable appearance in front of everyone in the port organization." Zhong also added.

He speaks very slowly, with clear enunciation and a calm tone, ensuring that every word can be poured into Tsunaji's ears and then transmitted to the center of the brain.

Gang Ji was a little flattered, he was asked to form a team by name, can he refuse?

Looking at Nakaya's bottomless eyes, Tsunayoshi burst into tears. If he does this, then Mr. Nakaya can only choose the method he and he both know to get rid of him.

Gangji was crying, his brain was blank, it was black and dead, what should we do?Blue skinny shiitake mushrooms.

"Please advise, Gangji." Zhong also walked to the wine cabinet, took out a goblet from the wine cabinet, poured a glass of fruit wine and handed it to Gangji, while he poured the same precious red wine himself.

The sound of the impact on the glass wall was crisp and clear, and Zhong also brushed his orange curly hair to the side of his ear and drank it down.

The taste of the wine was full-bodied and tasteless, and Zhong Ye happily thought that it was indeed the famous wine he had carefully selected from various countries, and it was much better than the wine that the boss gave him from time to time.