Port Mafia Play House

Hayakawa August, a familiar name in Yokohama's underground world.

It has been six years since I picked up the scalpel at the age of 12. Although I have no supernatural powers, I am known as "the operation has never failed as long as it starts", "the human agent of the god of death", and has more bugs than people with supernatural powers.

Especially since Mori Ogai was hired as a personal doctor by the head of the port mafia a year ago, his clinic is almost the sole agent of Hayakawa August, fully controlling the power of life and death in Yokohama's underground world.

Once a person becomes famous, related lace news will follow.

Coupled with the fact that Hayakawa August has always been cautious and kept his life outside of work secret, gossip about his private life spread all over the sky.

Some people say that he is the illegitimate child of a foreign mafia family, and some people say that he has a super IQ and passed the membership test of the Mensa club at the age of eight.

Among them, the most widely circulated one is that he is romantic and open to the harem. At the age of 12, he started to hide his beauty in a golden house, and accumulated more than a dozen wives here and there. He especially preferred mature beauties with bumps...

All in all, not a nice guy.

Of course, these are just rumors.

As for the truth of the matter, who knows.

【I am back. 】

Ji Guang's voice sounded again.

"Oh..." August had just finished two surgeries, slumped on the chair and closed his eyes, "how is it, how much did he give?"

Although the preliminary preparations have been completed, Jiguang still needs to do some follow-up induction work in order to actually get the money.

In order not to reveal her identity, August specially obtained a lot of improved skeletons from an old friend—similar to a puppet doll that can store power, to assist Yoshimitsu to move freely away from him for a period of time.

【he……】

Ji Guang's tone was a bit complicated.

[Given almost two-thirds of the property, could it be that I wronged him before, and he did all this to save his daughter? 】

Ji Guang was even more confused.

[But if this is the case, why did he lie when he confessed before? 】

"It's not wronged..." August shrugged, "You have to understand that it is not the "what kind of person" that determines the "what kind of choice" a person makes, but the "what kind of choice" that makes up the person's appearance . "

"The weather, the music, the ambiance, the lighting, all of these can affect a person's mood and thus the decisions he makes."

"Until the moment of death, the conclusion cannot be drawn. It has been growing, changing, and repeating..."

"Humans are such stupid, sentimental, short-sighted creatures."

August crossed her fingers and raised her chin with a smile.

"That's why it looks so complicated and so interesting..."

Ji Guang was thoughtful, and he remembered something, and asked by the way.

[Speaking of... that girl, why didn't you completely cure her? 】

What "existence with no superpowers but more bugs than supernatural powers" is pure fart.

As his only Zanpakuto, no one knows better than Yoshimitsu how powerful Hayakawa August is.

It is a god-like powerful ability with no upper limit, no limit, so that sometimes, Ji Guang feels like a child playing with fire, holding a weapon that can determine the life and death of others but not self-conscious. know, brutally and innocently happy.

August tilted his head, as if it was strange that he would have problems here.

"Why? Didn't I tell you this morning?"

Ji Guang was taken aback for a moment, and quickly recalled August's words when he saw the man in the morning.

【"It's just that the punishment has been lowered. Your daughter's illness depends on whether your sincerity is enough."】

Ji Guang muttered to himself, with black lines all over his head.

【Do you mean...】

"Bingo!" August snapped his fingers with a smile, "Jiguang is really getting smarter..."

"I finally found such a deceitful leek, wouldn't it be a waste to uproot it!"

Of course it is to keep some roots, and it is a stubble to be able to cut a stubble!

Isn't it all popular now, what about sustainable development?

Thinking that a certain strong leek is about to work diligently and create new glories, and then offer the new fruits of labor with gratitude--August's mood is clear.

【I'd rather not become so smart...】

Ji Guang's mouth twitched.

Ignoring the skeptical life of his Zanpakuto, August saw the bank card balance change reminder from his mobile phone, and smiled sincerely.

"Okay, this way I can buy a new modified locomotive for Chuya^_^——"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Guang always felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

【and many more. 】

[What is the difference between you and that scum! ? 】

no difference.

Yoshimitsu came to a conclusion.

Even worse.

This feeling is indescribable. You are obviously doing the worst thing, but you can’t say anything about him. It’s like giving a piece of bread to a very hungry beggar, but there are maggots in it.

If you scold him, the other party may say "maggots are also a good source of protein", which is a frivolous response.

Typical Hayakawa August style.

Yoshimitsu looked at Hayakawa August, who had completely looked like a "silly father" and was obsessed with raising children, and felt tired for a while, and finally decided to give up completely, whatever he loved.

The bread is in his hands, and you have no control over how he divides it.

Anyway, he is a utility knife anyway.

Since the clinic was taken over in August, the opening hours have been clearly stipulated. Doctors will never stay longer from [-] to [-], and nurses will be on duty at night to take care of hospitalized patients, but no new patients will be accepted.

This regulation once moved the appointment time of some small and medium-sized organizations a little bit forward.

As soon as it arrived at [-]:[-], August happily left work and went straight to the refitting dealership he had agreed upon.

He had paid the deposit two months ago, and now that it was time for the final payment, the locomotive had already been pushed out ahead of time, which also attracted a small wave of onlookers.

Streamlined shape, dark pink paint base, showing a very futuristic cool light spot under the light, the brake parts from BMW S100R, the maximum speed is 11000, the speed can reach 240 kilometers per hour, and the horsepower is full.

The money to buy this car is more than enough to open a small company in Yokohama.

In August, I got on the car to try the hand feel, and paid the final payment with my card with satisfaction.

The owner of the bike shop opened a big order and smiled from ear to ear: "Are you riding it yourself? The price is not cheap, you are young and promising."

August raised the corners of her mouth: "No, it's a gift for my brother."

The owner of the car shop was surprised: "Brother? Is it okay to give such an expensive gift to a child?"

"No problem..." August said proudly, "Because he is a very well-behaved and sensible brother."

Car shop owner: "Really, that's really great."

August didn't have a motorcycle driver's license, so he had to call a tow truck first, quietly put the car where he could see it from the window, and then put the keys in his pocket and went upstairs.

There is no golden house, no imperial palace, Hayakawa August's home is much more ordinary than many people imagined, a high-end apartment with two households on one floor, August opens the door, and the smell of miso soup wafts from the house.

August took a sniff, happily took off his shoes, found the orange-haired boy in the kitchen wearing an apron, hugged and rubbed.

"Is the soup base today sea bream? Chuya, you are the best—"

"Don't touch my head!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also resisted, "Arrange your shoes before you come in, August!"

"What..." August pursed her mouth, and pressed her cheek against Zhongye Zhongye's face, "Brother, come, read to me, brother..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, knowing that the more he resisted him, the more excited he would be, so he simply let August hang on him, and calmly picked up the cooked miso soup.

"Oda-san won't come back today, so I cooked your favorite sea bream."

Oda Sakunosuke, another member of the Hayakawa family, currently works as a bottom-level body collector of the port mafia. Due to the madness of the seriously ill modern leader, he currently has a lot of work and often works overtime overnight.

Seeing that people no longer resisted in August, Hayakawa walked to the table and sat down with a lack of interest, pointing his chin on the table to accuse.

"Why is it so easy to call him!"

Chuya grinned: "Ask yourself, Sakunosuke is much more reliable than you."

August:"…"

Hey……

The child is growing up.

Disobedient.

August looked bleak.

"I still remember when I just picked it up, Tiantian brother, brother called, I have to stick to it wherever I go, it's not like now..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his voice: "What did you say?"

August: "No, nothing."

Hayakawa August picked up Nakahara Chuya six years ago.

He was just 12 years old that year, relying on his half-handed medical skills to make a living in the gray area. By chance, he witnessed the explosion with his own eyes—of course, he also saw the consequences of the explosion.

In a big pit later called Leibo Street, a comatose adult man, and an orange-haired boy who was also unconscious.

August thought for a while, and felt that children should be easier to deceive than adults, so he brought Zhongyuan Zhongya home.

Of course, before leaving, he also called an ambulance and the police to the person on the ground.