Budding (2)



Chu also widened his eyes in astonishment.

Che Lan's eyes trembled, as if he had experienced something extremely absurd.

In fact, that's exactly what--

Xia Jiang was twitching at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, and those soft lips carried a slightly cool moisture, conveying the slightly sweet smell of wine left between his lips and teeth.

It's dying.

The breathing became a little short, and the beating of the heart became heavier and stronger, as if it was about to burst out of the chest.

"Xia Jiang, Xia Jiang! Be sober!" Nakaya wrapped his arms around the girl's neck, passed through the soft brown curly hair with his fingertips, caught the light brown shirt collar, and tried to pull Xia Jiang away.

But he couldn't make it - the woman was damn strong.

Zhong also mobilized the remaining rationality, and his somewhat hoarse voice was full of panic and anger: "Xia Jiang!"

What happened with this roar was not a return of sanity, but——

Zhong Ye was caught off guard, and was pushed back a few steps by the girl's shoulders, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.Before he could react, he held the hand on his shoulder again, pushing his upper body to the cold, dusty ground.

The pale pink cheeks of the brown-haired girl appeared in the field of vision, and there was a hazy mist in her eyes, looking at Zhongye dreamily.

Cherry lips parted slightly: "Why are you roaring so fiercely?"

The words were soft and waxy, like a breeze blowing, plucking at Zhongye's heartstrings.

Zhong also took a deep breath, grabbed Xia Jiang's shoulders suddenly, and threw him out.Panting for breath, he stood up, leaned against the wall to regain blood, and tried to clear out the images that were replayed over and over again in his mind.

It's a hell of a--

He never imagined that he would encounter such a catastrophe.And without relying on supernatural powers, his strength is not enough to break free from Xia Jiang's control. If his reason hadn't been burnt out, and he remembered that he was a gravity user, he would... No no no no!Don't think about it!

After the catastrophe, Zhong Ye looked at Xia Jiang who was knocked unconscious, and complained in a hoarse voice that hadn't recovered: "You have so much strength, what did you eat to grow up?"

In the future, I have to practice my physical skills well, and I must not be lazy—the number one physical master of the Port Mafia | Hand Party has made up his mind.

In terms of strength, he must beat Xia Jiang without relying on supernatural powers. Next time, he won't...why is there a next time?

Zhong also felt that his brain must be broken.



Back to Zhongya of the Port Mafia, he immediately handed in the key that Xia Jiang insisted on bringing back even when he was unconscious.Mori Ogai just rubbed the key for a while, then he was very serious and sent a guerrilla team directly under the leader to search all the residences of Kihara Makoto.

Dazai, who was still training Akutagawa, was also called to the chief's office.

Things look very serious.

Mori Ogai pressed a wiped brass key with his fingers wrapped in white cloth, pushed it a distance on the table, and said, "Dazai-kun, do you remember this?"

The boy with a good mind, unlike a human, opened his eyes slightly the moment his eyes touched the key.

I don't know if he was really surprised, or a reasonable reaction in disguise.

But Dazai seemed to be very happy, and the slight smile on his face just proved it.

"Of course, this is the key of the ancestors." Dazai raised his head, his kite-colored eyes were filled with desolation and anticipation for something. "Xian Dai handed over this key to his most trusted subordinate in front of me, and ordered him to keep it safe."

There was silence in the office.

As the only uninformed person here, Chuya asked, "And then?"

"All things that are to be cherished will be lost in the end. Isn't this common sense?" Dazai's tone was mixed with a touch of sarcasm, perhaps because his eyes were too dark, Chuya didn't scold him on the spot.Dazai took it for granted: "The key is lost, the box that matches the key is also lost, and that subordinate has also disappeared."

Zhong is really not good at answering such words.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "...what's in the box?"

"I don't know, but I think, as the last item entrusted to him when he was about to die of illness, it must have an extraordinary meaning." Dazai said, his kite-colored dull eyes slid towards the table sitting on the table. On the middle-aged man behind.

Mori Ogai clasped his hands together, his slender fingers wrapped in white cloth, dripping with damp cold sweat.

What is inside, only by finding the box can a conclusion be drawn.

Mori Ogai asked, "How is Xia Jiang-kun?"

Zhong also shivered violently.

Dazai looked at his partner, his eyes full of inquiry.

The guard in the secret door replied: "The situation is not very good, I am still awake."

Zhong also suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.



About an hour later, Mori Ogai received a call from his subordinates who were sent to search Kihara Makoto's residence.

The video was projected on the big screen in the chief's room.

Guangjin's face appeared on the screen, and then the screen rotated and moved to the safe in the room. "Chief, there is something, please take a look at it anyway."

The safe that had been forcibly destroyed by the gun was opened, and a thin gold plate was placed inside.

"Muhara Makoto is a very cautious person. He never leaves any clues in communications and letters. This thing is still there, one is because it is very valuable, and the other is because it is not easy to destroy. Muyuan who is in a hurry can only put it away first. Throw it in the safe and deal with it when you get back."

The content on the gold plate was transmitted back to the port organization headquarters through the high-definition camera.

"At six o'clock tonight, at the old place, the port mafia|hands have an intelligence transaction." Guangjin turned over the gold plate, and the other side appeared in everyone's view: "The reward will satisfy you."

In these few short sentences, the amount of information revealed is very huge.

The old place... On behalf of the owner of the gold plate, Makoto Kihara has conducted many transactions, and the two parties have already reached a tacit understanding.

And the satisfactory reward is even more worth exploring.What kind of reward did Makoto Kihara, a cunning old fox, take action against the port mafia?

Moreover, just because the other party said so, he believed it... Is this trust Mu Yuancheng's courage strengthened by ambition, or did it come from the other party's prestige?

Xia Jiang borrowed the name of a small organization affiliated to the Port Mafia | Hand Party when he set out the mission. The information leaked by the organization has also been edited, and the location is also chosen in the underground where the small organization and Kihara Makoto often come and go. Clearinghouse.

There are no loopholes in these things, so how did the owner of the gold plate know that this intelligence transaction was made by the [Port Mafia | Hand Party]?

"Boss, this is—" Chuya, who was staring at the screen tightly, turned his head.

Mori Omi looked serious.

This is probably the most powerful opponent he has faced since he took office.

The writing on the gold plate is very playful and cute, and it is exactly the same as the handwriting on the peculiar style [Love Letter] that Nakaya brought back from the auction and was ridiculed by Mori Ogai and Dazai respectively.The gold plate and the love letter are from the same hand, both from the never-seen eldest lady of my wife's family.

Zhong also took a deep breath.

He thought of all the things related to my wife's family so far, and he couldn't help feeling: Xia Jiang was so lucky to get out of that bar alive.

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