king of yokohama

midnight--

You have been studying at your desk for a long time, and you inadvertently look up at the ticking clock on the wall. You realize that you have been working so late, and you can’t help but put down the documents that you have almost finished reviewing, stretch your waist, and your bones all over your body crack. .The silver-white long hair also slipped from the slightly shaved fragrant shoulders and hung loose behind him.

The lights of the redecorated office are bright and dazzling, you yawn sleepily, and tears drip from the corners of your reddened eyes.You got up and picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and draped it over your shoulders. You nonchalantly maintained a lazy image and walked towards the door, ready to go back to rest.

There are people outside.

The sound of mistimed breathing and heartbeat came from across a door, and you paused holding the doorknob, your chaotic brain instantly woke up and raised your vigilance.

"Chuya, have you been drinking?"

As soon as the door opened, you looked at the blushing face of the red-haired young man outside the door that you hadn't seen for a long time, and when you were sure it was you, the pure golden supernatural flames all over your body dissipated, and you asked with a little surprise.

Before the red-haired young man could answer, you smelled alcohol on his body, frowned again, and raised your volume in displeasure, "How much did you drink?"

Nakahara Zhong, who obviously didn't know who he was drunk with, also thought about it, stretched out his hand and compared a number to you, with a hoarse voice, "Two bottles." He looked at you again with teary eyes, ice blue eyes His pupils were clouded with mist, "Owl, I feel bad."

Feeling completely out of sleepiness, you hold your forehead, break off one of the fingers of the red-haired young man Bi Zusan, then lead him to the sofa, let him lie down after drunken obedience, and prepare to find some sober medicine he.

...If you hadn't reacted quickly, you would have bumped into the gravity barrier that suddenly appeared in front of you.

You folded your hands and turned around to see what kind of nonsense Chuya was going to do again.

"Don't go." He lay on the sofa and looked at you eagerly, with tears in his eyes.

"I'll get you some medicine." Your heart softened, and you explained nicely.

However, there is no reason for a normal person to talk to a drunkard.

"...Okay, I'm not leaving."

Seeing the red-haired young man looking at you stubbornly, as if he would cry for you at any time, you sighed and returned to him.Only then did the other party smile again.

Even though he is considered petite among his peers, Zhong Yuanzhong is still an adult after all, and it would be crowded if one person lies down on the sofa and another person lies down.You sat on the other side of the sofa, and you didn't dislike him for being drunk anymore, let the young man lie on your lap, gently stroked his sweat-drenched auburn hair, and asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong with you?"

But in your heart, you are thinking about how Zhong also tells you that he feels uncomfortable and you just ignore him.

"Stomach hurts." Nakahara Zhongya said sullenly like a child having a temper tantrum.

Your cool right hand poked in from the hem of his shirt, rubbed his stomach gently like smoothing a dog's fur, and touched the upper left stomach of his abdomen through a layer of soft flesh, "Here? "

The petite young man didn't answer, and the way he hummed comfortably was enough to explain everything.

"Will you drink so much next time?" You asked angrily.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still drunk, also pretended to think for a while, and then nodded.Before you could raise your eyebrows, he said bluntly again, "I want the owl to be with me."

The hot eyes caught you off guard.Even in your previous life, you acted like a baby to him more.

"..." You quietly took out your right hand that was warmed by the young man's body, and touched the young man's hot forehead, thinking that he was really drunk, and started talking nonsense.

Seeing that you didn't speak and seemed to be distracted, the red-haired young man felt aggrieved immediately, and sued you softly, "I'm already like this, and you still think about others!"

Perhaps after being drunk, he also vaguely knows that people will change, that you are no longer who you used to be, but it’s okay if you never liked him, the key is that you let him get it and then lose it, which is really unbearable for him.

Why does such an accusation sound so familiar?You calmly replied, "I don't." You secretly thought about who taught Zhongya to come to you to sell miserably, and what An's intentions are.

"You have it!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked like I was super fierce, angrily grabbed your collar and asked you to approach him, like a vexatious young lady, petite and willful, but endearing, "You Like Akutagawa, don't like me...!"

You stared at his cheek so close, you were stunned.

How does Zhong Ye express his anger towards others?

Collapsing buildings and crushed bodies, destroyed buildings and sprayed blood.

How did Zhong Ye express his anger towards you?

Clenching the trembling teeth and tears welling up in the eyes, helpless silence and piercing sadness.

"I don't dislike you." You still like him, but not the kind of liking he wants.

"You lied to me." Zhong Yuan also grabbed your hand that wiped away his tears, thinking that you could break free with a single movement, "Sometimes I hate myself why I know you so well that I can't lie to myself. ...." He spoke very fast, and the words he was eager to express seemed a little broken, "You like him so much, you don't even know it."

You were silent for a while, and finally broke free from his weak confinement, covered those scorching eyes with your backhand, then bent down, and dropped a comforting kiss on the back of your hand that covered his eyes.

"...Stop making trouble, go to bed early."

Someone who has been making a fuss let go of your collar, and finally calmed down temporarily.

But within 2 minutes of silence, he spoke again, "You kissed me."

"Hmm." You responded.

"You, aren't you afraid that Akutagawa will know?"

"We don't tell him."

You said briskly in a childlike tone.

"..." The angry red-haired young man showed a depressed expression of punching cotton, and stopped talking.

Just when you thought he was almost asleep, you heard him say something again.

"Is he good to you?"

"What?" You didn't respond for a moment.

"Is Akutagawa treating you well?" Nakahara also pursed his lips, your figure was reflected in the clear ice-blue pupils, you could even see your purple-red pupils in it, which strangely collided with the blue of hydrangeas. Purple, shocking.

You lowered your eyes, not looking into his bright eyes, and asked casually in a teasing tone, "He treats me badly, so what?"

"He treats you badly, so I'll go get you back," he said.

You ruffled his hair, "Don't be stupid."

Whether Ryunosuke treats you well or not is your own choice. What's more, Ryunosuke has nothing to say sorry to you.

You used to like Chuya so much, set off fireworks for him with flowing fire, shared the sound of sea water with him, were willing to share the whole Kawasaki with him, entrusted your back to him, and imagined fighting with him invincible all over the world , until old age, death.

But now, you really don't like Zhongye anymore.No longer wasting abilities to set off fireworks, no longer approaching the coast, no longer setting foot on the land of Kawasaki, no longer trusting your back easily, no longer being ignorant and fearless and thinking that the world is invincible, knowing that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Now, you will occasionally mention to Ryunosuke what happened to Kazuya in the past. The trivial things falling on the ground are like the warm kiss of light and shadow when the sun shuttles through the leaves...

So, I'm sorry, Chuya, your love will be given to other boys.

daytime—

You said you would stop after killing the heretics, so you really stopped.But the enemy forces seemed powerless to fight back.

The port mafia is very strong, but not so strong that everyone is convinced.The reason for winning so quickly was that the official officials stationed in Yokohama were too incompetent. There was still a special/special force that could be called, but it was delayed because of the filth among the leaders.

Knowing that the port mafia has swept away most of the enemies in the city, they still have to hold a meeting to divide their interests. If the interests are not well divided, they would rather delay and not make a move. They don't know the speed of soldiers, and the result of failure is already doomed.

Although under the banner of maintaining city law and order, the official leaders are always thinking about their own interests, and they can't get together in a short time. You even just secretly deploy people to fish in troubled waters, and you have already caused them to fight in their nests.

Your governance methods are becoming more and more skillful, more and more weird and changeable, and your actions are slanted, which is hard to guard against.Now quite a few old people are lamenting: Hanatrafeng really deserves to be the heir who was raised by Mori Ogai himself.

And you are only one step away from being the king of Yokohama, you don't mind what others think or think, and you don't bother to explain your thoughts to anyone.

In the face of politics, law and justice stand aside, and so-called morality is nothing more than a victim of political correctness.

What's more, you are the leader, the ruler of the entire port mafia, why do you need to explain to others?

You just have to do what you think is right.

For example, join forces with officials who are at odds with the mainstream political views, to pull a wave, to fight a wave.

"I can be friends with politicians who can help me achieve my goals, but if those politicians stand in my way, I can also kill them with the butcher knife..." You want to create an advantage for the port mafia In the current situation, sometimes it is indeed too unscrupulous.

An imperceptible gleam flashed across your purplish-red pupils under your eyelids, skipped the previous topic, and said, "The one who kills us the most is the official 'Hound Dog'."

The strongest special/special forces hound in the official army/police, it is really a good dog.

Knowing that you have a plan in mind, Rei Nakajima did not answer.These days, you have become even more powerful, making him seem a little reserved.

"Since the hound is a loyal official dog, it will definitely obey the master's orders."

You picked up a bright red apple in the decorative fruit plate on the table, skillfully peeled the fruit with Baishan Jiguang, and said casually.

"Therefore, we don't need to confront the hound at all. As long as the meridian is dredged among the group of politicians, and the supernatural spy department is replaced by our side, the hound will not be worried at all."

The leader of the Bloodhound and the current top of the Supernatural Secret Service are like brothers who wear the same pair of pants. However, although the Supernatural Secret Service has a good relationship with the Armed Detective Agency, due to the pursuit of the "Angel of Death" by the Bloodhound, the Bloodhound The relationship with the Armed Detective Agency is subtle, so you don't feel like the Armed Detective Society jumps out and gets in your way.

The smooth peeled apples fell round and round into the glass ashtray. You naturally handed the peeled apples to Ling, and after he took it subconsciously, you took out a paper towel and leisurely wiped your hands and sword.

"Death likes apples."

Seeing Rei Nakajima holding an apple in his hand as if he was holding a bomb/bomb, his expression was tangled, but he has relaxed and no longer treats you so stiffly, you said so with a smile in your voice.

"The hound man has been waiting outside for a long time, have you seen it or not?"

After calming down, Ryo Nakajima adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and returned to the social elite who was unmoved by everything, calmly asking about the business.

"See, why don't you see me?"

You squinted your eyes, and the corners of your slightly upturned eyes inadvertently overflowed with a purple-red cold light.

If you dare to hinder you, we will kill you together.

On the road to becoming a king, you gradually lose sight of the light, and you also lose sight of anyone.

If you're already in hell, let's keep going!