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Yokohama is a leased area with a lot of foreign population. The government cannot garrison troops in the concession area. The King of Gold has very weak control over Yokohama. Every time an accident occurs in Yokohama, troops are sent from the adjacent urban area. Although the action is not slow, it is impossible. It is not comparable to the mobilization of troops in this city.

This is exactly the idea that Hongxiang played. Renovating the port mafia into the port mafia, and doing the mafia's business under the banner of the mafia, just made up for the regret that the government could not garrison troops.

"How about it, isn't it good?" Hong Xiang looked away from Dazai Osamu, and looked at the black-haired man beside him.

Mori Ogai's body stiffened, "Are you serious, Hehui-kun."

The blond-haired youth gave the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters a look of "you experience it yourself".

His tone softened, "Mr. Sen, what was your original purpose?"

The hospital bed is not fully enclosed, there is a window next to the hospital bed, but the window is covered by a thick cloth, so that no night light can penetrate.

Hong Xiang stood up, moved to the window in two steps, and opened the curtains.

In the early hours of the morning, the night in Yokohama was still lit with dots of lights, and the cars on the road were not as busy as in the daytime, and they were sporadically galloping on the street.The sound insulation effect of the walls of the ward is very good. Looking at the night scene from inside, the man felt the long-lost tranquility.

[Moriwa Club] The wall on the top floor can become transparent after being powered on, but in the past six months, Mori Ogai has not looked down on the night view of Yokohama from a high place for a long time.

The power of Hong Kong gangsters is growing, more and more people are coveting the position of leader, and there are countless assassins. He can no longer stand openly in front of the transparent window and wantonly expose his figure.

"Look, "she" is now full of vitality, everything will get better and better. "

——I love this city, and I will cut off all the blood-sucking worms on her body, and restore her to her original vitality.

——Even if I want to turn myself into blood-sucking insects and fight them.

There was a bright glimmer of light reflected in the pupils, and the black-haired man also stood up and walked to the window.

Mori Ogai turned his head to look at the young heir, his blue eyes were reflecting the orange light of Yokohama night.

It is said that the triangle is the most stable shape, but for a country, the circle is the most suitable.

Wang Duan sits in a circle, and all edges are equally spaced from the center of the circle.

The three-way balance in Yokohama is about to be expanded into a circle.

Natsume Soseki's Yokohama three-point concept is based on the port mafia, armed detective agency, and supernatural secret service department. The three parties continue to develop, restrict and weigh each other, and form a stable triangle.

However, the Supernatural Secret Service Division is originally a national organization, and the armed detective agency has a "supernatural power opening license" issued by the country itself. If even Hong Kong gangsters are included in the country's slump...

The base points of the three parties are perfectly grasped by the center of the circle (king), and become three points among countless points on the circumference.

Mori Ogai stood with his hands behind his back, and the fake smile he was accustomed to made was a little more real. He said jokingly, "If I disagree, will He Hui-jun make the port mafia cease to exist?"

The blond young man withdrew his gaze from watching the night view of Yokohama, and there seemed to be some doubts in his eyes.After hearing Mori Ogai's words, Tokogo lowered his head slightly and thought carefully.

After about half a minute, he replied.

"I do not mind."

If the port mafia refuses to surrender and insists on continuing to be involved in the underworld and confronting the government.

He can lead the King of Gold's Feishiyuan to take down Hong Kong Black, and then create a Hong Kong White to rule the concession area himself, as the real guardian of the dark night in Yokohama.

At that time, Mori Ogai, the former leader of Hong Kong and black, will not be able to stay.But Dazai Osamu Nakahara Chuya Zakbi Mizuliu Ozaki Momiji Murasaki Shikibu Liunami Hirotsu...he can protect them all.

It's just a little troublesome and takes a little more time.

The black-haired man remained calm, he took a deep look at the scenery of Yokohama, and exhaled, "I promise you, Hehui-kun."

Rebellion... He is a small organization leader in Yokohama, and he is not arrogant enough to have any influence on the country. He has already lost from the moment Hehui-kun became the heir to the King of Gold.

Then Hong Xiang took out another envelope.

Mori Ogai took it, opened it, and it was the original copy of the "Permit to Open Ability".

Mori Ogai: "You... Hehui-kun?"

This certificate, which he had tried so hard to find a trace of, did he just get it?

By the way, Mr. He Hui, since you have the original copy, why do you want to test me with a copy?

"When will Hong Kong Black change its name?" The blond young man's voice was still quiet, but every word hit his heart.

Hong Kong black leader Mori Ogai: "..."

"As Mixia, you have to obey orders and follow instructions. Understand?"

Hong Kong and White Leader Mori Ogai: "...Okay."

The black-haired man walked out of the ward with a somewhat flamboyant gait.He probably still needs to sort out his thoughts.

Hong Xiang looked out of the window for a while, drew the curtain, and sat back on the bedside.

"Do you think Mr. Sen will accept it?" It seemed to be muttering to himself, the voice of the blond young man was barely audible.

The black-haired boy on the hospital bed opened his eyes, the iris-colored pupils were still hollow, and the boy didn't answer.

Seeing Osamu Dazai come to life, Hong Xiang rubbed his brows tiredly, "You will really find me something to do."

Obviously the King of Gold's cruise ship was already on its way home, but suddenly there was such a mess, Hong Xiang had no choice but to fly back to Yokohama from Tokyo Bay with a deadly fire.Mori Ogai, who was left on the cruise ship, could only wait for the cruise ship to dock and then come back overnight.

The wound on Osamu Dazai's abdomen was almost healed with the activity of the Harumi Flame, but Hiroko heard Mori Ogai's footsteps and did not heal the black-haired boy to the last step.

The blond-haired youth took the medicinal wine and bandages from the bedside table, and now there is only a thin layer of flesh wounds left on the black-haired youth's abdomen. It still looks a bit scary, but it is not fatal.

Fingers brushed over the wound, the itching and the slowly rising pain co-existed, Osamu Dazai hid back in pain.

"I just gave you a painkiller so you can't feel the pain. Now the effect of the medicine has almost disappeared, and it will definitely hurt you to death later."

The black-haired boy still didn't speak, but his head led his body to move quietly to the direction where the blond-haired boy was, and successfully moved out of the corner next to the wall.

Even though he seemed to be in good spirits, the eyes of Hong Xiang, who had stayed up all night, still had a bit of dark blue under his eyes. When he received a call from the King of Gold and heard a series of subsequent events, the young man suddenly became decadent visible to the naked eye. He took a picture He patted the boy on the head, and finally left Dazai Osamu's ward with a pair of (pseudo) dead fish eyes open.

"I'll be right back." Before leaving, he said to Osamu Dazai.

After dawn, Zhongyuan Zhongye, who was destroying the enemy organization on the other side, got the news that his partner was injured and sent to the hospital.

The red-haired boy raised his chin, "Tsk, isn't it dead? That dead mackerel."

The subordinate who reported Osamu Dazai's injury: "..."

The quasi-cadre was seriously injured and almost died, so hurry up and give up his position.

A boy with odd-colored eyes wrapped in bandages, "It's a pity, the life of the wilted eggplant is quite big."

The subordinate who reported Osamu Dazai's injury: "..."

Running errands back and forth in front of all the bosses, I finally caught my breath and drank Brick.

The undercover boy with black-rimmed glasses said, "Mr. Dazai, he... Well, I don't think he is a character who will die so easily."

The subordinate who reported Osamu Dazai's injury: "..."

But a few people still have a doubt, what does that guy's injury have to do with him?This person is Dazai Osamu's exclusive subordinate, I saw him behind him last time, why did you tell yourself?

The subordinate who reported Osamu Dazai's injury: "..." I don't know either!

So because of all kinds of things, several people are actually on the way to visit the sick.

But among the three, only Fujino Shuren brought a fruit basket symbolically, and the other two were empty-handed.

Fujino Shuren reflected on himself, was he too kind?

Then he opened the door of the ward, looked at the ruddy and energetic black-haired boy on the bed, Fujino Shuren looked at the basket in his hand, and thought again, was he really too kind?

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked into the ward first, and sat down on the chair next to the bed unceremoniously.

To be honest, after entering close range with Osamu Dazai, he felt that the air smelled bad.The red-haired boy didn't hide his disgust at all, "What, isn't this alive and kicking?"

The boy with odd-colored pupils who came in later said with a lot of malice, "I can make up for it at any time."

"Hehui won't let you succeed, slightly slightly—"

"KIAO (township)?"

"Boom Township?"

"Mr. He Hui?"

Osamu Dazai, who has always been regarded as a transparent person, said, "Yes, Hehui was here to take care of me last night~"

The tail rises, obviously with a showy tone.

Fujino Shuren put the fruit basket on the cabinet in the ward, squinted at the looming sickle in Zac's hand, and sounded the alarm for Osamu Dazai in his heart.

——Mr. Dazai, please don’t pretend to be dead.

Zack has officially become a guerrilla captain, directly reporting to the leader, and leading a small team. Compared with the quasi-cadre Osamu Dazai, the number of subordinates is not much different.

It’s just that Osamu Dazai, a quasi-cadre, can intervene in the work and personnel deployment of other departments, and Zac, the guerrilla leader, can only take root in the guerrilla army. The prospects of the two are stronger and weaker at a glance.

The black-haired boy had already put on a loose hospital gown, sat up with a pillow behind his back, and said to the boy with heterochromatic eyes who was covered in bandages like himself, "He Hui and I have known each other since we were young. He still stayed here to take care of me until just now~"

Where did you come from, you rotten onion that jumped out halfway.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold face, "Oh, me too."

He had lived in Hongxiang's house since he was a child, so what kind of onion was the mackerel that came in behind.

Osamu Dazai was a little surprised by Nakahara Chuya's interruption, the black-haired boy raised his eyebrows and said clearly: "Slugs and onions are a perfect match."

"How dare you talk about the wilted eggplant?" The hooded boy's eyes showed deep disdain.

"Originally, when Mr. Sen asked me to get close to the son of the former leader, I was still very scared."

Picking up the bandage on his abdomen with his fingers, deep nostalgia was hidden in his kite-colored eyes, "He Hui is very gentle, he kept asking me if it hurts, and that night his hand was on my body..."

Fujino Shuren, whose back was facing the quasi-cadres and guerrilla leaders, who placed the fruit, shook.

I have been by my side since I was a child (mistake), asked if it hurts at night (mistake), my parents (Mori Ogai) sent it (mistake)...

This familiar formula——

The housemaid?