I'm such a big son

No matter how Dr. Mori weighs the possible price in the future, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's face is a little pale when facing the medical bill.

Calling a doctor to come to the door without welfare insurance is absolutely astronomical for anyone living on Leibo Street.

However, the money was used to save his own life, and even Ryunosuke himself could not express any dissatisfaction—although he would have preferred that the doctor look down on him so that the asking price could be lowered, but this was obviously impossible.

"I will pay it off next time..."

I don't have any confidence in my heart, and I always have a confident expression on my face.

"Don't let my younger sister do what those women do."

He's trying to be more assertive, but his thin shoulders and phrasing make him look unimpressive.

"What does your sister have to do with me?"

Silver courteously dragged a stool and put it behind Miss Rimbaud. She straightened the thick scarf that was used as a shawl, and sat on it gracefully with a slight lift of the corner of her skirt. She pressed her hands on her knees, like a quiet lady in a western oil painting: "Come on. Talk about a deal between us, young man."

"I'm not a Father who does good deeds in the church." The woman's voice was a bit business-like and cold, which made Ryunosuke feel inexplicably at ease.

"So, you have to pay off this debt. In case you die before paying off the debt and cause me to lose money, I can provide you with paid food and accommodation. As for your sister, isn't that your own responsibility ?”

"She can stay in this house, but it has nothing to do with me, it is earned by your own work.

Human nature is not trustworthy, but the exchange of interests is worth it.

The little boy who was almost a boy stared at her for a while: "Deal. It's under Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

"Jeanne Nicole Attila Rimbaud. I want you to call me Miss Rimbaud."

"Okay, Miss Lantang."

"..."

Forget it, don’t worry about a child, he probably doesn’t know many words in his mother tongue, and it may be really difficult for him to read French clearly and accurately.

Lan Tang is just Lan Tang, it's not like he hasn't been called like this before...

Hey, it's really ugly.

……

Recently, Yokohama has gained a reputable killer.

Few people have seen his appearance, and the connection order is first negotiated online, and then the middleman leads the customer to sit in the coffee shop and chatter like a psychopath.If the other party finally agrees to take over the table, an iris flower will suddenly appear on the table. If they disagree, then there is nothing to talk about. Go back to each house and find each mother, and break up as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.

The so-called good reputation means that any commission he takes over, no matter how weird the customer's request is, he can complete it, even if he specifies what kind of appearance, what style, or even familiarity, there is no problem at all, Bao Jun is satisfied .The only regrettable thing is that this gentleman seems to be a bit lazy and picky. He refuses to start with those cubs who are as easy to bully as meatballs. He takes two or three orders a month and disappears until the customers wait for him Shi Shiran appeared from nowhere when his eyes were red.

Someone tried to trick him into showing up, but the business deal didn’t work out. He was awakened in the middle of the night, and saw the sharp military thorn sticking to his thigh, so scared that he was dripping with cold sweat... From then on, no one dared to find out This newcomer's idea of ​​"black eating black".

There are rumors all over the world that this must be a person with extraordinary abilities, so elusive, normal people can't do it at all!

Recently, the leader of the Takase Association has been worried about a "small matter". A small organization that controls a good medicine line seems to be a bit unruly and arrogant. He needs a sharp knife for some people to learn obedience.

No, no, it's not eradication, there is no need to eradicate.In the business of "drugs", it's best not to get too involved. Everyone knows that this is a crime that will go to hell for eight hundred times. As long as the money can be distributed in the end, Takase will decide how the goods come and go. BOSS doesn't want to know.

Recently, the expansion of the mafia entrenched in the port specializing in smuggling was too arrogant, and in this regard, he didn't want to waste his manpower at will.

"This guy codenamed 'Zuizhou' is really as strong as you say?"

Naturally, the broker was full of praise, one rainbow fart after another non-stop.He was quite obedient, he didn't talk about the strength of the other party, he just praised the leader of the Takase Society's vision as high as heaven and earth.

Facts have proved that those in positions of power will prefer to listen to those arguments that are strangely comfortable to hear after a long time.

The broker took the agent to the pre-booked coffee shop on time, and the two cups of espresso were still steaming. It was obvious that someone was watching and asked the waiter to deliver them at the most appropriate time.

The customer who paid for someone's life was sitting on the sofa, and he didn't care much about this method of hiding his head and showing his tail. A wild dog is a wild dog. It looks free, but there is nothing but freedom. Even the leftovers have to hide themselves tightly for fear of being remembered by higher-level predators.

Forget it, but I want to find a knife to use casually. If it is easy to use, there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. If it is not easy to use, just throw it away.

"Boss wants this fat man to understand something."

He motioned the broker to take out the photo of the mission target from the bag and push it to the opposite coffee cup. Even though there was no one on the sofa, there was still an unbelievable sight coming out.

Could it be that the "drunken boat"'s supernatural power is making himself transparent?

The customer paused, and decided to make his request more clear: "This guy has a way to get good things, but his character is not good. We Takase will have the things instead, and we will not lie to those The kid who was having fun in the bar got stuck. I hope to have a good, talk to him."

The broker's cell phone rang, and he hurriedly opened it to see that "Drunk Boat" sent a message: [Just talking? 】

He handed the phone to the agent, who glanced at him and nodded slightly: "That's right, just... have a good talk. If he is willing to talk, that would be the best. The reward is this amount."

He reached out and drew an objective number.

A blooming iris fell on the table out of thin air and bounced, the broker immediately laughed and said to the air: "You are so refreshing!"

There was no response from the opposite side, and the eye-catching sight had long since disappeared.

"When the person leaves, this is the meaning of agreeing to take over. You pay 50% commission in advance. If you fail or die drunk, you will not be refunded. If it is done, the remaining 50% will be credited within one day. Sir, it's not me who said, everything Anyone who has seen the results of Zuizhou will complete the follow-up procedures within 10 minutes, I am not trying to scare you."

"Takase won't care about this small amount of money. As long as he can do things to satisfy the boss, there will be opportunities to cooperate and make money in the future."

Hopefully it's a good knife that lasts.

The broker smiled and waved to pay the bill, got up and sat on the horse to wait for the buyer to leave.The two cups of coffee on the table were not picked up by anyone until they were completely cooled, so they were forgotten.

……

"Boy, I'm going out to work, so I'll have a good dinner, Burgundy beef stew."

Lan Bo changed his hair into a thick coat, couldn't help shaking his hands together and rubbed them together: "It's so cold, heat up that hand warmer for me."

The ferocious-eyed dog boy didn't even snort. Rimbaud didn't bother to care about him. Anyway, as long as he came back at night and had something to eat and a warm bed, it was useless to say nothing.

Or better not to talk, she hates noise.

Before closing the door and leaving, she wiped the leaves of her beloved potted plant, making sure that it looked refreshed from any angle before she put down the soft cloth and went to work...

Work is work, no complaints, whether the target is squatting in the toilet making shit or just rolling in that whore's bed for fun, all she has to do is find them and satisfy the spenders. a creative requirement.

So when the leader of a small organization was dragged off the bed, in addition to a certain organ being sluggish, his guts were also frightened.The cold military thorns protruded from nowhere, and pressed firmly on his neck with three or four layers of fat.The indifferent voice mixed with the almost indistinguishable scent of perfume hit the senses: "Sorry, someone wants to talk to you."

Can't tell the gender of the person, but the little leader thinks that women can't do this step.Lenovo's most popular killer recently, this seems to be the mysterious newcomer who is very good at asking for a price...

Panicked, the prostitute who randomly pulled a pillow to cover her body climbed out of the bed, and picked up her clothes and purse so swiftly that it made people suspicious.She reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth at the man who only showed military spikes and black gloves in the dark: "Honey, we have another date if we have a chance, I'll go first, goodbye!"

The other party obviously had no interest in embarrassing a person who betrayed his body, so he quietly agreed to her request to escape.

This man is really incomparable, no matter how much money that fat man spends, he is not as good as this handsome killer with only one black glove showing.Although there is only a small section of the glove, it inexplicably makes people think so softly.

If it wasn't for the situation that was not right, she would really like to do business with him, the kind that doesn't charge money!

The fat man watched helplessly as the last hope escaped from the room with his bare buttocks, and the mixture of greasy and cold sweat slid from his forehead to his chin.

What can he do, he is not a curvy young girl, begging for mercy is definitely useless, and the people arranged outside have not made any noise until now, and the relevant survivors in the entire building... probably have only him left.

"I'm sorry, do you...do you need help?"

The tone was very polite, and I was afraid that if the other party was dissatisfied, I would open a mouth for him to shed some blood and grease.

A fluffy note floated down, and the fat man hurriedly grabbed it: "Call this number? I'll call, and I'll call right away!"

He took out the mobile phone that was holding the juice in his hand and decisively hung up the number 110 that he had already dialed, and honestly pressed the numbers one by one according to the note.

【Jun X, busy with business? 】

The phone was connected quickly, and a man's teasing voice came from the opposite side.The leader of the small organization known as Mr. X swallowed and spit and opened his mouth with difficulty: [My lord, I was wrong, I understand! 】

The person on the other side of the phone was obviously in a happy mood: 【Oh? Does Mr. X really understand? 】

【Yes!I sincerely apologize for my stupidity!Please forgive me and give me another chance! 】

The fat man was shaking violently as if he had malaria, for fear that his apology would not be timely enough to make people impatient, and his head would tell his body for nothing.

The person on the opposite side laughed loudly: [Since Mr. X has said so, our Takase Society is not a group of mad dogs at the port, so we naturally want to leave a way for people to survive... Pass the phone to our mutual friend. 】