port no other

"Let's talk." The blond-haired youth stopped, and turned around together with the black-haired youth.

"When are you going to follow?"

A brown-haired boy suddenly stopped, and suddenly looked away, pretending to look at the scenery.After a few seconds, Kaka turned his neck and found that he was the only one on this street besides the two in front.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "..." Ah!hateful!I was so engrossed in tracking that I didn't find anyone who had no cover!

Thinking of Li Baoen's ghost animal, Hong Xiang has already guessed a lot, "The follow-up is too unprofessional."

"Huh? Is that stalking?" The black-haired boy's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

They don't even hide, just walk behind them openly, without finding an obstacle to hide, what a poor tracking technique.

"Oh, isn't this Sawada-kun?" Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets as if he had just seen who was coming, and called out the brown-haired boy's name in a familiar tone.

The skinny boy said embarrassedly, "Yes, we met again, Mr. Dazai, Mr. Hongxiang, hahaha..."

Embarrassed hilarious.

It's just that the two people standing in front didn't intend to break the embarrassing atmosphere at all, they just stood there, looking straight at the brown-haired boy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stopped laughing, fingers crisscrossed unconsciously, and stood with his toes turned inward.

"I'm asking you something." Osamu Dazai took a step forward, seemingly out of patience, "What are you doing with us?"

Hong Xiang could only see the back of Dazai Osamu, but couldn't see his expression clearly, but under the flickering street lights, the blond young man could see that the uncomfortable expression of Sawada Tsunayoshi was gradually replaced by fear, and at the same time, the sound of his heartbeat became more and more big.

Generally speaking, whether it is emotions, as long as there are emotional ups and downs, the heart rate and blood flow rate will change.When people threaten others, the secretion of adrenal hormones increases, thereby promoting the metabolism in the body to speed up.

But the voice in the black-haired boy's body was still very stable, no matter what he did, his inner voice was always flat.

Because this is normal for him, and it is not something to be nervous about.

Snapped.

Tokigo patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder.

The sense of oppression faced by Sawada Tsunayoshi stopped spreading, and the demon stopped as if he had pressed the pause button.

"You scared him."

The current Tsunayoshi Sawada is only a 13-year-old boy, and suddenly he was approached by Li Baoen and said that he would become the Judaimu of the largest mafia in Italy. His life all day was very different from the past, and he felt happy for this lively atmosphere. At the same time, his inner confusion never lessened.

With his back facing Hongxiang, the black-haired boy lowered his head, "The former Hehui, for those who searched your whereabouts without authorization, there was not even ashes left."

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "!!!" Burned to ashes?

"I... I just happened to come here, Li Baoen! Yes! Li Baoen... is the little baby with me, he disappeared! I'm looking for him..."

A bleak wind came, rushing through this cold street.

"It's a bit cold." Hong Xiang looked at Osamu Dazai.

"really."

The joke is a bit cold.

Maybe ten years later, Tsunayoshi Sawada will be a qualified mafia godfather, but now he... says he is a rabbit, and he is a bit high. After all, rabbits will bite people when they are anxious.

Osamu Dazai reached into his pocket, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the gun.

Hong Xiang, who just got off the plane, is naturally unarmed, but he is a nuclear-weapon-level killer. Even if he doesn't have weapons, he doesn't have to worry about his personal safety at all.

And like Dazai Osamu--a thin body that is as delicate as a flower compared to a combatant, it is natural to be equipped with some weapons.

"...Ah Choo!" The night wind blew, the brown-haired boy hugged his body tightly, and sniffed his snot.

He was chased out by Li Baoen from the Central Gymnasium, but he didn't dare to step forward and say something like "I suspect you are from Pengo Lie, can you provide me with some DNA?"

The brown-haired boy had no choice but to follow the group of people eagerly, watching U-17 and the basketball department separate, and the blond-haired youth led the basketball team into the restaurant, and waited for two hours under the gaze of the waiter at the door looking at the homeless boy. After leaving Hongxiang, he continued to follow after he separated from the basketball department.

The mobile phone and wallet are not with me, and Li Baoen, the only person I can rely on, has left again...

Sawada Tsunayoshi is cold and hungry, and has to face the mortal threat of Osamu Dazai. He now feels like a poor little abandoned by the world.

Um, Li Baoen, where are you QAQ

"Ale, Mr. Hongxiang...Mr. Dazai..." A male voice came from across the street.

The figure was getting closer and closer, showing the prototype under the street lamp, with fine black hair covering the forehead, and a young man in simple work clothes appeared.

The black-haired boy withdrew his gaze from Sawada Tsunayoshi, "It looks familiar, who is it?"

"Well, Dada?"

"...It's Tatsumitsu Matsutani, Mr. Togogo." Kenji Ogihara's mouth twitched.

The blond young man mischievously blinked his blue eyes, "Okay, Dada. I see, Dada."

Ogihara Kenji: "..." I will not recognize this name.

"Come here, Dada." Hong Xiang hooked his fingers.

"Here!" Ogiwara Kenji trotted over immediately.

"Take this boy to the police station."

"...?" Ogiwara Kenji was at a loss, but half a year's career in Hong Kong and gangsters had taught him a lot of things. You don't need to know why many things, as long as you implement them.

Besides, sending it to the police station shouldn't be a bad thing... right?

The shivering brown-haired boy clutching his arms in the cold wind seemed to be indeed the weaker side.

Well, when the time comes, ask on the road.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is only 13 years old, but he will not tell the story of Li Baoen at the police station. The police will probably treat him as a confused teenager who got lost after watching the game, and then contact his family to pick him up.

Kise Ryota sent Suehiro Tetsun to escort him, and Sawada Tsunayoshi sent Matsutani Tatsumitsu to the police station. After he returned to Bingsheng, it was Vongola's territory. Dazai Osamu, this bastard, can't do anything for the time being. pattern.

But it's better to distract him, for example——

"Dazai, what do you want for a New Year's gift?"

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On the evening of the fourth day of the first lunar month, Tokyo Bay.

The blond young man in a dignified black suit followed the black-haired man on the cruise ship where the dinner was held.

"Welcome, President Mori." The waiter took the invitation letter, confirmed the authenticity of the octagonal dragon eye pattern in the center of the envelope, and made an invitation gesture, inviting the two to enter.

As one of the top [-] companies, [Moriwa Club] has of course cooperated with other high-strength companies in Japan, so even though this is the first time to participate in the cruise New Year's party this year, Mori Ogai still met many familiar faces.

The King of Gold doesn't have any ulterior capitalist behaviors, and "Feishiin" won't empty Tokyo Bay just because his king held a party, so there are still many private cruise ships in the huge Tokyo Bay.

"Ah, He Hui! You're here." Weitzman was wearing a white suit with a small English-style bow tie at the neckline, and walked towards him as soon as he entered the arena in Hongxiang.

The blond-haired young man politely said a few words to his current nominal guardian, and walked towards the silver-haired man after getting permission.

"Why are you here?" There are still so many people in the world, but it's fortunate that Weitzman is willing to participate.

The silver-haired man looked excited, "I heard, Hehui, you led Japan to win the U-17 World Cup, right! Super amazing!"

Weizman is an old antique. When Hongxiang sneaked to the Pillar Tower during the U-17 training camp, the Silver King would only use old phones, not to mention the new smartphones and the Internet.

What's more, when Weitzman returned to the ground, apart from drinking tea with his old friends occasionally, he just nestled in the laboratory and refused to receive any news from the outside world. Ziman estimated that he would not know the news of his victory until the next meeting with Hongxiang.

"It's nothing. Compared with your research results, that's just a drop in the bucket."

This is true. Japan is really dispensable for the title of world champion. Wouldn't Japan's combat power drop if it didn't win this championship?

Tournament championships are icing on the cake at best.

Weitzman's research can regulate the stability of the seven kings in Japan.And the king has been integrated into the foundation of Japan in the past half century.

The admission ends at six o'clock, and there is always food on the table, and the waiter will hold the tray to replenish at any time.At exactly six o'clock, the cruise ship weighed anchor and began to sail along Tokyo Bay, the whistle sounded, and the cruise ship with the octagonal Lombok pattern set sail.

Weitzman is a researcher, not someone under the King of Gold, and his identity as the King of Silver is not known at all except for the "Untimely Court" and a few special personnel.

Hong Xiang's identity as the successor of [Senhe Society] has not been announced, but he was interviewed as one of the U-17 team leaders a few days ago. He is quite famous, but he has nothing to do with the political, business, and military circles. The big guys are not interested in coming to the interview.

Therefore, the blond-haired young man and the silver-haired man stayed in their little corners, looking at the sea by the window, eating and drinking happily for a while.

"Ah, you're not gorgeous, you're here too." Dressed in a gray suit, with a gemstone of the same color as his pupils on his chest, this gorgeous young man with a tear mole in the corner of his eye came to the corner with a glass of champagne .

There was a trace of helplessness in the bi-color pupils, "Is the eldest young master feeling restless and panicking?"

Even as the heir of the Atobe family, the 15-year-old boy in the third grade of junior high school still doesn't need to manage family affairs. His father brought him out just to recognize people, and didn't mean to let him participate too much.

There was no need to attend, and the venue was too boring. Keigo Atobe's eyes flashed, and he saw a golden light and shadow in the corner, and walked towards this side.

"Sit." Hong Xiang pointed to his side.

It was concise and clear. Weitzman had just sat across from him, and the conversation between the two had come to an end. It didn't matter if such a young man came in again.

Outside the meeting place, Hong Xiang sat comfortably on the sofa and played games. The floor-to-ceiling windows beside him faced the sea, and the sea view of Tokyo Bay was unobstructed.

It's just that outside the window, there was a vague voice that didn't fit in.

"CATONE (Cat Boss), is this the real choice?"

"Nonsense! Isn't this the biggest ship! It must be the richest!"

"CATTWO (cat's second child) climbed behind the bilge and blew up the power furnace. CATTREE (cat's third child) went to the cab to emit interference waves and blocked the signal. Don't even try to send out a distress signal!"

Hong Xiang: "..."

This is the script of "Ship in Wreck on Tokyo Bay" started filming?

By the way... do you know who you are robbing?