[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

Before the business trip to Yokohama, I was forced to deal with one more thing that I didn't really want to deal with.

xanxus is fighting at school again.

He formed gangs in the elementary school of the mafia school in Vengley, fought and even bullied teachers. I can turn a blind eye to this. After all, boys are still boys who will join the underworld in the future. Instead of fighting and forming cliques, I feel that it is abnormal.

But he shouldn't have bombed the school building.

Especially when the renovation of the school building still needs to be set aside from Vongola's financial expenditure.

So I specially found a time, pressed him on my lap, and beat his ass with the bottom of the slippers.

He clutched his butt with a face of humiliation, and I signed the "I will never bomb the school building again" pledge.

If he blows up the school building again next time, the money for repairing the school building next time will be credited to his account, and the interest will be compounded every year until he pays off the money, and I will do my best.

If I was killed by him that day, it must be because he couldn't pay the usury.

But I will make two copies of this thing, and give the other copy to someone I trust, who will continue to collect debts on my behalf.

This guy's way of thinking is really simple, it's two-dimensional, just like an ant.

Thinking of this, I sighed and boarded the plane to Yokohama.

Theoretically speaking, for a world-leading brother like Vengley whose annual income is as small as 996 million every minute, I should have my own private jet for business trips, but in fact I don’t. I just spend it in the economy class. For twelve hours, I deeply felt that I was a poor [-] employee oppressed by capitalist vampires.

As for why I am going to Yokohama for a business trip, there is nothing to say about this port city. It is also a good place for tourism and leisure, but there is a huge arms deal between Vengley and the "former leader" of the port mafia. The money has been paid, but Peng Lie has not yet delivered the goods.

The failure to deliver the goods is not the crux of the problem. The crux of the problem is that before we had time to deliver the goods, the former boss who was doing business with us on the other side burped.

He was seriously ill at the time, and blindly and meaninglessly went to war against the entire social forces in Yokohama. Naturally, he needed a lot of ammunition. Generally speaking, for such a small scene, just give him some children's toys to get rid of it. The money is quite straightforward, just, accidentally made it a little bigger... Well, just a little bit, not much, about 5000 million US dollars.

Then the leader was changed now, and the other party was probably in a state of desperation when he took over the position. When he checked the assets left by the previous leader, he discovered this account, so he contacted the people in Vengley's side.

This business is also very important to them. The ammunition we hold here is a business finalized by the previous generation. Here—oh, it's going to be lively. The former generation who haven't pressed their heads down must sit up in a dying state of shock, jump up and down again.

So how to deal with me as an "imperial envoy" has become the current priority of the current boss of the port mafia, Mori Ogai.

Well, take the opportunity to play tricks on him.

At least when the old man who came to pick me up saw me dragging a big luggage without a bodyguard, the corners of his eyes twitched for a while.

"Excuse me, is it... the tenth generation of Pengelie?" He was a little unsure.

"It's 'Nine Daime Agent'." I corrected him, "You can call me Miss Yamada, of course I don't mind being called Hanako-chan."

"Miss Yamada." The old man decisively chose the more normal address, "We are..."

"The boss is directly under the Black Lizard. I know it." I yawned, "Damn it, I didn't sleep well due to the turbulent high-air flow on the plane. Under such circumstances, I really need to talk to people about business. ?"

"my name is......"

"Can I drive first...Mr. Hirotsu?" I dragged the suitcase twice, "Standing in the big wind and chatting, I'm full from the wind." I muttered a few words, "Alitalia's plane The food was terrible."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he walked to the side of the black car, and opened the door for me very gentlemanly, "Please, Miss Yamada, the boss has arranged a reception banquet for you."

I got into the car and left the luggage with Mr. Hirotsu's little attendant.

Guangjin Liulang, according to the information I have, he has been working in the port mafia since the belching and demented predecessor, and he has old qualifications.

But this old seniority actually came to pick me up as a subordinate of the current boss. It seems that what the previous generation did before his death was really unpopular.

I fell asleep in the car.

As for why I didn't bring a bodyguard, on the one hand, Mori Ogai would never let me have an accident on his territory; Call it a workout...

Although I don't want to admit it, Li Baoen taught me both fighting and sniping.

Forget the past.

When I fell into a drowsy sleep, the strange tremor of the car body woke me up suddenly.

"Miss Yamada! Get out of the car quickly, it's an enemy attack!" Mr. Guangjin shouted.

Oh, enemy attack.

He raised his hand and blasted the car door open. This person's ability should be the type that can distort things.

The moment the door was blasted open, the whole car flew into the air, and the roof was torn off, bringing strong wind pressure, messing up my hair and lifting the corners of my skirt.

Fortunately, as smart as I am, I wear safety pants.

The teenager standing on the hood had a wild smile on his face. I looked at him and he looked at me.

I reached out and pressed the corner of Feiyang's skirt, "Hooligan."

"Wait, wait?!" His expression twisted.

"Peek at the nasty pussy under a girl's skirt."

"I'm not, I'm not..."

"Then you are blushing."

The orange-haired boy couldn't argue with his words. For a moment, the old man Guangjin, who had a chance to breathe, punched me, then picked me up under his armpit, and jumped from the car to the ground.

Wow, the old man is very skilled and strong, but if you don't hold me like this, I feel a little disgusted.

Fortunately he put me down quickly and put me in the back.

"A member of the hostile organization 'Sheep'," he said.

"Oh, someone must have sold you the news that the Port Mafia is coming to pick up an important role today." I casually glanced at the kid on the side, "It's disgusting, I was baited by your boss Woolen cloth."

Take advantage of this opportunity to deal with a wave of inner ghosts and suppress the factions of the previous generation.This crackling abacus is really dancing.

"I will risk my life to protect you."

"Thank you then." I yawned, straightened my skirt and sat aside, "But don't worry too much, reinforcements will arrive soon."

He wants to use me as a bait, but also wants me to arrive at the port mafia headquarters intact without any injuries.

This guy must have arranged enough reinforcements.

But these guys...not so much a hostile organization...it's more like a group of dropouts who suffered from the second disease, right?Is child welfare in Yokohama so poor?

Moreover, the only one who can be called combat power is the orange-haired kid.

Just now, control the gravity...

"Come on, Zhongye!" The group of little devils, the oldest of whom is no more than 16 years old, waved their arms to cheer their leader, "Catch that girl, and I can use her to threaten the port mafia guys to take over their territory!" Get out!"

Wow, are you serious?

"That girl looks helpless, is she really an 'important member of the port mafia'?"

"Wait! Why did she take out her mobile phone! Do you want to contact someone from the Port Mafia!"

"No matter how many people come here, I can't compare with Zhongye! Zhongye can beat them all to the ground!"

Little boy, he only knows how to use violence to solve problems.

"Hello, the police station? I want to call the police..." I said.

Everyone was quiet.

The boy named Nakaya, who was fighting with Mr. Hirotsu over there, staggered and almost bumped into Mr. Hirotsu. Although the latter was not as surprised as he was, he still showed a subtle expression.

"Well, yes, at this location, I was attacked by a group of strange teenagers... Could you please send the military and police over to control it?"

I directly called the chief of the local police department.

Pengo Lie's business is all over the world, with direct support from the government and overseas investment. I am quite familiar with the bureaucrats in Baidao...

It is a trivial matter for mafia dogs to bite dogs and fight each other, but once they touch important government officials, things will completely deteriorate.

Even a child should understand why.

A nest of snakes and rats, no boundaries between black and white - this is the world of dirty adults.

I raised my head and looked at the little devils in front of me with a bored face. They were still not reconciled, "Really, that woman actually called the police?!"

"Didn't you say he was from the Mafia! Why did you call the police!"

...Because an honest and law-abiding normal citizen would call the police when encountering such a thing.

"Chuya, what should we do?"

"Retreat." The young man who was the leader gave the order very crisply, and glanced at me before leaving. I raised my hand and waved to him with a smile.

An hour later, after finishing the notes, I got into the car arranged for me by the Port Mafia and drove to the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

Also, my luggage survived the previous attack.

I want Mori Ogai to compensate.

From the boss office of the Port Mafia, the scenery of Yokohama is still pretty good. The reception banquet probably took into account my underage relationship, so there was no alcohol prepared, and soft drinks were replaced.

Gee.

This nasty guy.

"Eh—" I let out a long sigh.

"Why, aren't you satisfied with the welcome banquet I prepared?" Mr. Mori Ogai crossed his fingers and showed a fox-like smile.

I stared into his eyes with a look of decadence.

"Of course—I'm not satisfied!" I patted the table, "Where's the champagne, karaoke, strippers, the young lady who plays the shamisen? And the pretty little brother who accompanied the wine? None of them, what a fart." It's a welcome banquet!"

The corners of his eyes twitched desperately.

"Not only no, but I have to eat in front of a perverted lolicon whose hairline is about to enter a crisis future. Is there any humanity?"

"—Do you still want to do business?"

Mori Ogai broke the stem of the wine goblet in his hand.

——You deserve it, who told you to plot against me.