I'm such a big son

To be honest, Rimbaud has not seen a gangster who dared to yell in front of him for a long time. Since he became a cadre, the guards inside the PortMafia building have always been respectful when they saw her. Mr. Mori, the only one who can give orders, has never spoken Voice.

She was almost amused.

"Young man, courage is a good thing, but you still have to learn to correctly judge whether the barking object is suitable for biting."

The hooligans didn't understand such a complicated metaphor, and it took a while to understand. The little boss immediately refused: "Are you fucking calling me a dog?"

The next second, he was picked up from the ground by someone choking his neck, fell to the wall and rolled down again, knocking down a cloud of dust.In the custom shop separated by a wall, the laughter suddenly stopped.Rimbaud stepped forward to step on the gangster and did not take any further action. He kicked him up and out of the dark alley with his toes until the sound of music and conversation sounded again.

"Your task has been completed. When you go back to see the boss, remember to say hello to him for Lantang."

"PortMafia officers...!"

Even if they are no longer dispatched frequently, the name of "Drunken Boat" has not been forgotten.

Mohican withdrew his voice like a duck whose neck was pinched, and dared not be presumptuous anymore. He touched the broken ribs in his chest and limped up, beckoning his subordinates to evacuate quickly. Then Rimbaud turned around and picked it up like a chicken. Ango Sakaguchi who is a line taller than himself.

"Can you walk on your own? Your skill is really, really bad, and I will have to give you a bodyguard later..."

She mumbled and dragged him out of the commercial street, and a black car stood silently in the parking lot.Oda Sakunosuke came from the port to help her drive here, just in time to pick up her.

Miss Rimbaud walked to the car with the "trophy", waited for a while, threw away the cigarette butt with only a butt, stepped on it, and then shook Ango Sakaguchi to the people in the car: " Oda, this is your future colleague, he is not good enough, please take care of him, don't ask him to hang up after a mission."

Mr. Sakaguchi, who was being carried around like a tool the whole time, was speechless, what's wrong with the low force value!He is a civil servant, do you understand civil servants?What's going on with your PortMafia, why do the office staff need such a high force value!

Oda Sakunosuke opened the car window and took a closer look at the young man who was stuffed outside, and nodded earnestly: "I remember."

"What's the situation with your eyes and reaction to confirm the mission target! I'm just an ordinary employee of an ordinary accounting firm, and I have nothing to do with PortMafia. You can't drag innocent ordinary people into trouble!"

The conscientious civil servant immediately proceeded to act according to the script. Ms. Rimbaud, who had already known the inside story, accompanied him very understandingly: "Sorry, we are PortMifia, we can."

After speaking, he directly opened the car door and put him into the back seat and tied him to the seat belt. Rimbaud himself sat in the front seat while pulling the seat belt while telling Oda Sakunosuke: "Drive, I will send him to Mr. Mori to hand over the task first. Get off work when you arrive at the port, and drive the car to my house tomorrow morning."

"Yes!"

Oda Sakunosuke, who knew the script but was not good at acting, tried to speak as little as possible so as not to overwhelm, started the car and drove towards the five buildings not far away.

Along the way, Ango Sakaguchi was startled and startled like an ordinary person who was really frightened. Rimbaud's patience quickly ran out, and he said without turning his head, "Your father will help you with the opening certificate of the PortMaifa club." Yes, I've seen Mr. Taneda from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, you've overplayed your role, Mr. Kosakaguchi."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

What's the matter with this, if he didn't get involved, he was completely exposed, and he couldn't make up for the bugs in the script in just this time!what to do?At the moment, I can't think of enough reasons to rebel against the Secondary School to convince the two people in front of me... Lan Tang, it really is as unfathomable as the rumors say!

"But, don't worry, Mr. Mori probably knows about it. Since you sincerely want to join PortMafia, I think he should be willing to give you a chance."

After the smell of smoke dissipated from his body, Rimbaud quickly closed the car window, and shivered from the cold while blowing on it with his hands together.

Ango Sakaguchi, who was sitting in the back seat, was about to be suffocated by the complaints that were about to come out. He didn't know where to start. In the end, he just burst out: "Don't speak so out of breath!"

Startled by his choking roar, Rimbaud and Oda Sakunosuke looked at each other: "..."

There are a group of teasers in the office, and finally there is a joke, Ango Sakaguchi is a multi-functional!

"Don't be afraid, we are not good people. When you receive the infiltration mission, you should think about the current situation."

In the end, Miss Rimbaud absent-mindedly gave him a word of consolation that could not be regarded as consolation at all. The black skyscrapers were close in front of him.

Putting down his boss and new colleagues, Oda Sakunosuke drove away, and Rimbaud continued to carry poor Ango through layers of security checks to the chief's office.Before she could knock on the door of the office, the blond girl Alice pulled it open, and the little girl jumped up and hugged Rimbaud with a cheer: "Miss Rimbaud, Alice misses you so much!"

"I miss you too, Miss Alice."

In this way, she held the girl in one hand and dragged Mr. Sakaguchi, who had a broken view, into the chief's office.

"Boss, the mission is complete."

The middle-aged man, who failed to coax Alice to change her dress again, pretended nothing had happened, stuffed the textiles in his hand into the cabinet, turned around, walked behind the desk, sat down and said calmly, "Thank you, Mr. Lan Tang. What did you find?"

Miss Lan Bo shook her head with a sad expression: "Young people nowadays, no, even a few gangsters can't beat them. But they seem to have a good brain."

"That's good, civil servants, I can't ask everyone to be like you, Mr. Lantang."

"Then I won't disturb you talking with the newcomers late at night, and I'm off work."

She bent over and planned to retreat, but the black-haired man was unwilling to let him go: "Miss Rimbaud! We agreed that you have to protect me? There is a stranger here, you can't leave!"

Rimbaud turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at him, his eyes were full of condemnation: "This guy can't even beat a few gangsters, so don't be joking."

"What if he hides some supernatural ability that we haven't found yet? Don't leave~"

Ango Sakaguchi wished he could dig himself out of this terrible scene now.

The fact that Lantang, who was always considered a man by the outside world, is actually a woman has shocked him enough, and the relationship between her and the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Mori Ogai, has also become infinitely ambiguous because of Mori Ogai's strange tone...a heavy hand Under what circumstances would a man standing at the top of an organization speak coquettishly to any woman?

By the way...Mr. Mori, don't you think your appearance and age are inappropriate for this tone!This is office harassment, right?right!Be careful that your cadres will kill you directly!

Rimbaud put down his legs that were about to turn around and leave, and he raised his hand helplessly: "[Colorful Painting Collection]".The pale golden space stretched against the wall of the chief's office, and the three of them were brought into the subspace, and a pale golden cube specifically held Mori Ogai in it.

"Okay, you can rest assured. Even if you fight, you don't have to worry about breaking the furniture and smashing the walls."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lan Tang."

Rimbaud: "..."

Ever since he showed his killing intent but didn't make a move, this person simply broke the jar and completely let himself go. Every day, some moths will come out, otherwise life will not be able to survive.

Miss Rimbaud, who was not very patient, found a chair and sat on it, crossed her legs and leaned back, closed her eyes and began to catch up on sleep - it was already past seven o'clock, and she had agreed to eat meat and drink milk tea at night, If you don't get off work, milk tea won't taste good...

On the other side, Mori Ogai, who was finally satisfied, sat on a chair and talked to Ango Sakaguchi outside through the light golden cube-this scene was so much like visiting a prison, Mr. Sakaguchi was speechless again.

"Let's get down to business, Sakaguchi Ango-kun."

Mr. Sen, who returned to the normal channel, looked gentle and refined, like a gentle scum.Ango Sakaguchi stood opposite him, cold sweat slowly falling down along the hairline, and the wet clothes brought a tingling feeling against his body.The young man cheered himself up secretly, and after five or six minutes of mental construction, he forced himself to speak: "Mr. Sen, good evening."

"Well, good evening. Regarding your identity, Lu Lantang-kun should have made it clear. I won't do anything to you. In exchange, what can you bring me, Sakaguchi-kun?"

He unhurriedly stretched out his hand and blew, with a frivolous attitude.

Ango Sakaguchi felt as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into his throat. Facing Mori Ogai was completely different from facing Rimbaud. He didn't know what to say next.

"Why is it so quiet? It's better for young people to be more energetic. Then, as your new boss, I can give you a hint, the protection contract between PortMafia and the Yokohama City Government, understand?"

Mori Ogai used his eyes to let the young man on the opposite side understand that if he said "don't understand", he would end his career and life planning at the same time...

The young man swallowed his saliva and nodded mechanically: "I will try my best."

"Very well, go with your boss. It's late at night, it's time to rest."

He waved his hand to see off the guests, Rimbaud got up and snapped his fingers, and the pale golden subspace dissipated instantly like a bubble.She opened the door and coughed, and Ango Sakaguchi, who finally regained his strength, followed her dripping with cold sweat and left the dark room with only a few candles lit.

"I will join you in logistics work tomorrow, young man, you must live well..."

Lan Boyu patted him on the shoulder earnestly—only by living well can he take on the logistical burden.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

I always feel that there is something in the boss's words. Has PortMafia really reached the point where even the logistics have to be on the front line!