After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

334.

I'm acting very calm now.

I looked at Reji Munakata almost expressionlessly, and then at Mr. Nakoya.

The former realized that he had said something wrong only after he realized it, and the expression of the latter changed from time to time.

To be honest, I didn't deliberately show a calm look, because my heart is indeed so calm, I don't even bother to smile.

If it was me two months ago, I might have been petrified and broken into slag by now.

However now I...

A Gang is the mafia/party, and the three-headed baby is his teacher.

It's not that Hatta has a second-year illness, but that there are real kings in this world. Not only do they have it, they even have swords on their heads when they fight.

There are still supernatural abilities in this world. Although not everyone has them, I have encountered them two or three times.

From this point of view, the fact that Mr. Nakaya is a gangster may be easier for me to accept than the above things.

In other words, I have become stronger after experiencing the above several devastating blows and reshaping my worldview.

As long as Mr. Nakaya won't transform into a magical girl while yelling some passwords, and then defeat the boss with his beautiful singing and moving dance——

I don't think I have anything difficult to accept.

Having said that, Mr. Nakaya's supernatural ability is so powerful, it would be hell to be a civil servant honestly, right?

"Saki, I can explain—"

Mr. Nakaya hastily grabbed my shoulder and started to explain in a hurry.

I glanced to the side and noticed that Reiji Munakata waved Fushimi Saruhiko to pick up the half-dead Noah.

The expression on Fushimi's face was capitalized disgust.

As if he was dealing with hazardous waste, he lifted Noah from the ground and threw it into the back seat of the car.

Looking back, Mr. Nakaya was still looking at me nervously.

I sighed.

"It's so cold, let's talk about it when we go back."

I don't know if there is a rainy place nearby. The temperature tonight is a little lower than usual. As soon as the wind blows, I feel goosebumps on my arms.

I stretched out my hand and tugged Mr. Chuya's sleeve, trying to comfort him with such a small gesture.

Although there is no fluctuation in my heart, it does not mean that I am indifferent to this matter.

I think I may have been desensitized to this kind of thing because I have experienced too much magical daily life.

That's right, not calm, but numbness.

Regarding the fact that Mr. Nakaya is a mafia, I still have a little lump in my heart.

Although Mr. Nakaya and Tsuna are both mafia, the feeling they give me is completely different.

Maybe it's because Ah Gang's useless image in the past ten years is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people...

I can't make up my mind at all what it would be like for him to go gangsters.

But Mr. Nakaya is different. I have seen him beating people on the death cruise ship, and I have also seen him using supernatural powers.

I don't need to imagine what Mr. Nakaya looks like when he is a mafia. I think it is enough for him to stand there.

If you look at it this way, it seems that the old man Guangjin Liulang and the younger brother Tiechou are also mafia, and their positions seem to be lower than Mr. Chuya...

And Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji are certainly not ordinary people.

So those five dark buildings are not the office buildings of the port logistics company at all, are they? !

Mr. Chuya wrapped his coat around me, and quickly led me into the car.

With the door closed, all outside sounds are blocked out.

Through the car window, I saw Reji Munakata looking at us. A sister next to him seemed to say something, but he rejected it.

Ah, by the way, just now Chuya-san completely ignored the question of Munakata Reiji.

I saw Munakata Reishi raised his hand to stop the thousands of people behind him, and nodded slightly to me.

Immediately afterwards, people in blue uniforms left here in a mighty manner.

Mr. Nakaya also started the car.

335.

About ten minutes later, I couldn't hold back and opened my mouth.

"So the port logistics company—"

I spoke halfway, and then turned my head to stare at Mr. Chuya.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said word by word like a student being questioned by the dean: "...Without this company, we are actually port black /hand/party."

Oh.

"Then your colleagues?"

He continued to answer: "It's the same as me, it's the mafia/party."

It's really what I thought.

Although it was the expected result, the feeling of hearing Mr. Nakaya admitting it himself is still very subtle.

"...Saxi, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I just fell into my own thinking.

In this way, Osamu Dazai seems to be a former mafia/party?

etc--

Suddenly, a name popped out of my mind.

Now is not the time to wonder if Osamu Dazai is the Mafia.

Compared with this, the more important thing is obviously——

[Those buildings are the buildings of the port logistics company. Their boss back then was the biggest obstacle for me to become the world's number one magician]

grandfather!

Is grandpa also a port mafia/party? ? !

So the world's number one magician tricked me into playing?

I actually believed it for ten years!

Through the rearview mirror, I saw my frightened and distorted face.

Yuan, it turns out... the numbness in my heart just now is preparing for the collapse of the current worldview...

what.

I slumped in the car seat, feeling like a slab of chocolate slowly melting in the microwave.

I am gone.

"...Mr. Nakaya?"

I stretched out my hand and waved it weakly in the air twice, trying to get Mr. Chuya's attention.

"What happened to Sha, Sahi?! I really didn't mean to hide it from you! I can explain it!"

He parked the car on the side of the road in a panic, looked at me who had faded from his thoughts, wanted to help me up but didn't know how to do it.

I was wrapped in Mr. Chuya's coat, and I sat upright on the chair like a carp.I turned around, held him tightly with both hands, and looked earnestly: "Mr. Chuya, my next question is very important, please answer me seriously and honestly."

My look must have startled him.

Mr. Nakaya was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his senses.With a serious look on his face, he held my hand firmly: "I won't lie to you."

Whenever Mr. Nakaya's blue eyes are looking at me, I feel inexplicably at ease.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered up the courage to speak slowly:

"Did my grandpa also used to be a port mafia/party?"

"I never kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

My slightly hesitant words overlapped with Mr. Nakaya's high and determined voice, which shocked us both.

Ga?

Wait, are we communicating across frequencies again? !

Mr. Chuya's expression quickly became awkward.

"I--"

"It's okay, I believe you!"

Before he could speak, I struck first.

I still know what the mafia does.

It is impossible not to break the law and discipline, and it is impossible to be innocent and kind.

Thinking of this, I paused for a moment.

Let me correct it, it is absolutely impossible for mafia/hand gangs other than [Mr. Nakaya] to be innocent and kind.

Although Mr. Nakaya is a gangster, but after we have known each other for so long, he really did not do anything to hurt me in the slightest.

On the contrary, for some unknown reason, he always took extra care of me.

Even if he doesn't say it, I'm willing to believe him.

I can't change the nature of his work, but I would like to believe that he is still a kind and sincere person.

"Did my grandpa ever be like you?"

Mr. Nakaya frowned slightly, and nodded slowly as if he was a bit embarrassed.

what.

it is as expected.

All the strength in my body seemed to be sucked away in an instant.

Letting go of Mr. Chuya's hand, I sat back sullenly by myself, turning my head to look at the night scene outside the window.

"Saxi, it's getting late, let's go and have a rest first."

I looked up at the time on the screen and silently agreed to the proposal.

After getting out of the car, I discovered a somewhat serious problem.

this place.

It's not my hotel, hello? !

I looked at the high-end apartment building in front of me, which had at least [-] floors, and lost the function of complaining for a while.

With black question marks all over my face, I looked at Mr. Chuya.

He touched his nose with his hand, coughed lightly and said, "Your original hotel was too unsafe. I happen to have an apartment in Zhenmu Town. You might as well live here from now on."

The surrounding street lights were dim, and the festive lanterns were still hanging on the treetops, creating an inexplicably ambiguous atmosphere.

Even under this kind of light, I can feel that Mr. Nakaya's bright eyes are staring at me without blinking.

He paused for a moment, and then his tone was inexplicably firmer than before: "I'm on a business trip in Zhenmu Town these few days. If I can accompany you, I promise I won't let you get hurt again."

hum.

Mr. Chuya said that, how could I refuse?

Hiss, I guess it must be because I was beaten too hard by Noah just now, otherwise why do I have a subtle sense of dizziness now?

336.

Mr. Nakaya took me to swipe the access control card and got on the elevator.

As expected of Mr. Chuya, when you buy a house, you always buy the top floor.

It feels really inexplicably in line with his identity.

"Did Nakaya-san come to Zhenmecho to catch Noah?"

Remembering what the old bastard told me earlier, I asked aloud.

"That's right, but my main task is not him. I just came here to do business, and then I came to catch this traitor by the way."

Maybe this is the ease after falling off the horse.

Mr. Chuya shrugged and briefly described the matter to me.

My eyebrows furrowed after listening, and my tone became worried.

"But he was taken away by Munakata Reji, is that okay? Will your boss punish you?"

Mr. Nakaya turned his head, the brim of his hat cast a small shadow on his face.

He reached over and ruffled my hair.

"It's okay, I will go to scepter4 to negotiate tomorrow, you don't have to worry about this matter."

Ding--

The number on the elevator was fixed at 40, and the door slowly opened.

Oh, it's a one-story, one-family apartment.

Mr. Nakaya quickly entered the password, and with a soft sound, the door was opened.

I saw the warm lights in the house come on one after another, and Mr. Nakaya stood at the door.He held the hat in his hand, and his orange hair looked soft and smooth.

He said to me seriously: "You're home, Sahi."