port no other

Hong Xiang was obviously taken by that phrase, a small crossroads bulged on his temples.

Two flies who didn't think it was a big deal also said;

"Mr. Xiangxiang~"

"Hometown Sauce~"

The blue veins on Xiangxiang's forehead twitched wildly.

Bishuiliu's face was as calm as ever, and after accepting it, he didn't delve into it any further, and accepted that Katschi had two settings very well.

On the contrary, Yosano Akiko and Trish, the two women looked at each other, and the eyes became a little subtle together.

Take a deep breath.

The young man caressed the cup on the table. The white outer wall and slender fingers were particularly eye-catching.

He needs to be overwhelmed.

... Then he took a sip and silently put down the cup.

- Damn it's so sweet!Tired of it!Qiqi, have you been drinking such disgusting coffee with Bai Lan for a long time?

Hong Xiang usually doesn't consider himself a picky person, and he can drink all kinds of drinks, tea, and fruit juices on social occasions.However, this cup of coffee made him feel a little nauseous after he hadn't eaten dinner.

Shouldn't Italian coffee be delicious? Why is this cup so sweet...

Without revealing any omissions on his expression, Hong Xiang kept calm and put down the coffee cup.

Whether his mouth is sweet or not, it is very uncomfortable.

Katsch, who was standing beside him, saw him sit down obediently, ignored the two noisy flies, and started the meeting.

The man cut straight to the point——

"Sawada Tsunayoshi is not dead yet."

The few people below were not surprised by this result, only Bai Lan, who was an "alliance", frowned meaningfully: "Gun Ji-jun is really amazing."

Hong Kong gangsters are attacking and chasing with all their strength, and even a garden of bombs can't kill the fateful one...

The man next to the main seat glanced at the three empty seats: "Where's Fei Jia?"

His information should have informed Quan Guardian the moment he woke up, but NEKO is the mascot, and Katschi has always been very tolerant to her; Yu Shou has never shown his face in front of the public, and is considered the only one by Hong Kong gangsters The guardian who has not yet been identified; Yunshou...

Everyone knows that Fyodor got this position by tricks and tricks. If Osamu Dazai hadn't had attributes, Katschic would have stopped trying to snatch the ring from the very beginning. The two might have to fight again. Have a good time.

"He's in America." Trixie said lightly.

As for the specific location and what they were doing, no one reported it.

And no one cares.

Even though the BOSS came, everyone's posture was still casual. The Green King glanced at his mobile phone again, and added: "Recently, news from Pengo Lie came from Manhattan, New York."

The members of the Fifth King's clan are all netizens. Now that the Internet is so developed, the Green King's clan is no longer limited to Japan, but branches all over the world are scattered all over the surface of Mother Earth.

——Except for the cracks in the ravines and ditches that are not connected to the Internet.

Katschi, who heard the word Manhattan, was about to stop blinking, and then raised his eyelids again, completely ignoring his half-moisturized eyeballs.

"Manhattan..."

Hong Xiang yawned, he was not interested in sweet cotton candy and coffee, so he lay down on the table sullenly.

The man stood aside, discussing the next matters with the guardians.

The young man tugged on Katschi's sleeve, and when his olive green eyes came over, he mouthed:

"cell phone--"

Qiu Lijiao give me a mobile phone, he's going to be bored to death!

Katsch took out his mobile phone, and when Hong Xiang was looking eagerly at the latest model ten years later, the man tapped the screen, tapped a few times, and then put it back in his pocket.

Hong Xiang: "..." Oh, the superiors are indeed not good things.

One minute later, Fujino Shuren opened the door and came in without making a sound.Looking at the nose, nose, and heart, he walked to the main seat, put down the box in his hand, and exited the meeting room again.

Because Hong Xiang was lying on his stomach on the table, he could only see someone sitting on the main seat of the boss, but who it was...how dare he ask!

He continued to say something, but his mind was also thinking about the formal meeting content.But Katschi patted Hongxiang's shoulder, turned him in one direction, and handed him the box again.

The box is all white, without any decorations or patterns, and it is not too heavy to lift.The young man lazily opened the first layer of boxes on the outer surface, and then saw——

A new phone of the same model as Katschi.

Hong Xiang: "..." Well, Qiqi is really a good person who puts himself in other people's shoes!

He didn't know if this brand he didn't know was unique to this world, or if it came out of the new world, or if it was produced by a science department under the Hong Kong gangsters to monitor something, anyway...

Hong Xiang turned on the phone, and immediately downloaded several games online.

Just keep him from being so boring.

This meeting seems to be very important, and when the coffee in the cup in front of Hong Xiang is completely cold, there is no intention of adjourning the meeting.

And Hong Xiang, who was immersed in the game, finally made the first reaction to the outside world.

"Don't you want to admit it?"

How did Tsunayoshi Sawada survive in the United States?Obviously there are helpers and backers.

"The mayor of Manhattan actually knows Tsunayoshi Sawada. He is very charming."

"Yeah, all the charms have gone to foreign countries."

The people from the Katschi camp taunted a few words, and Hong Xiang followed suit——

"After all, it's the tenth generation of Pengelie."

In an instant, the whole hall was silent.

Hong Xiang, who was being watched by everyone: "..." Did he say something wrong?

That's right, this foundation still belongs to Vongola.Katschi did not become the eleventh generation after occupying Vongola, but simply regarded the Vengola ring as a trophy. [Vengola], the name of the largest Italian mafia family, he didn't take it seriously at all.

For Hong Kong and black people, to put it bluntly, Peng Lie is his defeat.

Then in the conference room of the highest figures in Hong Kong and black, the leader Peng Gelie was praised.

But for Hong Xiang, the Sawada Tsunayoshi (270) ten years ago is even more mysterious than the first generation Vongola!It's hard to beat the grid!

Hong Xiang, whose brain circuit was blocked by the game for a while: "...I didn't say anything just now, Tsuna Sawada is a piece of shit."

Sawada!Sorry!

"Haha~" Osamu Dazai was the first to respond, the corners of his mouth raised, and his tone was soft: "Katschi ten years ago actually had such a cowardly side, it seems that I still don't know Katschi well enough Woolen cloth."

Hong Xiang: Get out, this is called bending and stretching.

Katschi didn't refute Hongxiang's words, but he didn't agree with them either.

He glanced at the cold coffee on the table that was still overflowing, and the marshmallows that he snatched from Bai Lan's hand but not missing a single grain, and said, "That's it for today, the meeting is over."

As quickly as when he came, he pulled up the young man on the main seat and walked out of the meeting room.

When passing by the black-haired man sitting on the small bench, Tokigo glanced at Dazai Osamu who only had his head exposed on the table.Osamu Dazai, who has known Katsch for nearly 20 years, stroked his bangs and came to a conclusion:

—Not Katsch.

"gone back already?"

"No."

"Huh?" Then where else to go?

"Violet... hotel, dinner."

When these voices came from the door, the duo who also hadn't eaten dinner got up and followed.

"Does starvation count as suicide?"

"Marshmallows can't be a staple food..."

Hong Xiang watched ten years later, villains with bigger hearts turned around in front of him, and said dumbly: "Oh, Katschi, it's a great honor to have two beauties who are like flowers having dinner with us."

"...?" Hong Xiang seemed to see a white bubble with a question mark floating from Katschi's head.

"Zai Jiaohua and Bai Lanhua."

"……beauty?"

"Beauty is gender-neutral."

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth: "Xiangxiang is also a beauty."

The corners of Hong Xiang's eyes twitched: "...Qiqi and you too."

There seems to be something wrong with this business bragging.

In the restaurant on the top floor of the Violet Hotel, Katschi had already reserved a seat, and Dazai Osamu and Bai Lan who had come over would not be short of seats.

But after all, it is an Italian restaurant, and the dishes are only those. The blond man pulled out the menu that Hongxiang was frowning at, and said directly to Hongxiang: "You can report what you want, there will be no shortage here."

The waiter looked at the man tremblingly and nodded.

Hong Xiang: "..."

The young man looked at the two smiling flowers, and in order to serve [the beauty]: "Let me order something for Dazai and Bailan first."

The black-haired man continued to smirk: "Mr. He Hui wants to give me something."

Hongxiang: "A pot of bastard soup, big tonic, that is Dazai's favorite, please trouble the waitress."

Zai Jiaohua: "..."

Hong Xiang paused, looked at Bai Lan and continued: "A pot of marshmallow nourishing mushroom soup is also very nourishing, and it also lowers the three highs, thank you."

Gardenia:"……"

Under someone's stern gaze, the two flowers finished drinking the "Dabu" soup, and immediately found an excuse to slip away.

After chasing those two people away, the young man smiled triumphantly and took a piece of food with his chopsticks: "Shall we go home later?"

Katschi, who took a few sips and didn't continue to eat, had already lit a cigarette again. He sat opposite the young man, and the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was reflected in his eyes.

He didn't eat all day and night, and Katschi didn't eat everywhere like Hong Xiang did during his afternoon shopping. According to today's activities, his food intake was obviously insufficient.

It doesn't even light a cigarette, just let it burn quietly like this.

The smoke was swirling around, slightly blurring his face.

Such a high-end restaurant is of course non-smoking, but no matter who the owner of this restaurant is, Katsch is a sideways existence in Sicily, and no one dares to find fault.

……go home.

Katsch stared at the Mars moving inch by inch: "Stay in a hotel tonight."

pat.

Hong Xiang dropped his chopsticks.

Just now I was moved by the thoughtfulness of chopsticks in the western restaurant, but now I am confused by the development of reality.

We walked around the street for an afternoon, ate at a high-end restaurant in the evening, and finally stayed in a hotel together.

This development...

As long as you are brave enough, you can crack yourself?

Judging from Katschi's manuscript, he is indeed very interested in him... But Hongxiang thinks he can still save it.

"Hey, what part of my world are you interested in?"

Why are the developments of the two different after that... In short, let the topic be brought to the world first, let the world take the blame for everything, and reduce my attention to Katschi.

The boss picked the finger holding the smoke on the opposite side, and the floating smoke trembled accordingly. In the haze, the green was clearer, and his eyes looked back.

Hong Xiang silently filled out the lines for Katschi:

First, I don't call hello.