Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Ni Feisi is a large-scale club that specializes in providing venues for commercial activities. Most of the companies in Yokohama are involved in dark forces. Although the Mafia mainly relies on trafficking in violence for huge profits, it is also connected to the business world.

Everyone was careful, and no one was worried about going to the other party's territory for activities like gatherings in private.Therefore, renting a venue is an unspoken rule that everyone knows well when conducting cooperation and discussion matters or polite liaison.

The meeting hall is a rectangular open hall, and the huge chandelier installed on the ceiling draws bright and soft light.Patterned tapestries are hung on the surrounding walls, dotted with dozens of famous paintings.

"Hill..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at Hill, who was well-dressed. Although the leader's "preference" was too keen, Hill was dressed up like a little princess every day, but today... it was more grand.

She was wearing an exquisitely cut and gorgeous trailing princess dress. The gauze at the back was as thin as a cicada's wings and fluttered like a fairy. The sleeveless design wrapped around the chest was connected to the delicate sapphire ring necklace around her neck, which made her neck even more beautiful. It is white and slender, with beautiful curvature.Her hair was carefully coiled on the top of her head, and a small diamond crown was dotted on it. Because it was a bit heavy, Mori Ogai chased her for a long time before she left and put it on.

Even if he doesn't pay much attention to appearance, he can't help but sigh that Hill is really cute.

"Huh?" Hill turned around suspiciously, only to see that Zhongyuan Zhong was also looking at him with embarrassment, his eyes dodging.

"Cough... today is beautiful." He turned his head and said.

The eldest sister said before that if you want to get closer to a girl, you have to praise her appearance more and take the initiative to talk to her. Hill should also like to be praised, right?

He has been busy with work recently and rarely has time to spend time with Hill. To be honest, he is actually a little bit envious of Osamu Dazai who can skip work at will without any psychological barriers, but because of his serious attitude towards work... he really can't do it. Do that kind of shameless thing.

Seeing Zhongyuan Zhong also stumbling and a little shy, Hill's wicked taste burst like soap bubbles.

So she lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said, seemingly unhappy, "Hey, am I not usually pretty? Brother Zhongye."

"No," he quickly shook his head in denial, "I mean you are usually beautiful, but today you are even more beautiful..."

Hill puffed up his cheeks, "Does that mean I'm not as pretty as I am now?"

"...No, Hill has always been beautiful, but the degree of beauty is not the same..."

Wait, isn't this still the same?

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned, they all meant the same thing. Why did Hill ask in a different way, as if he had said the wrong thing?

...Maybe he really said the wrong thing?

He kept doubting himself in his heart.

The Gravity Force, who usually acted vigorously and vigorously, would be so flustered and sloppy when talking to a girl. If the survivors whose atrocities caused the entire organization to be overturned in the past saw it, they would probably feel that the whole world is magical, right?

"Puff——hahaha," Hill watched his cheeks flush slightly, racked his brains to think about how to smooth things over, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You're so cute, Brother Chuya~ "

How could you take her unreasonable words seriously?

Nakahara Chuya reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, and wanted to put his black gloved hand on her head and rub it down fiercely, but he just lifted it up and put it down embarrassingly.

It's not good to mess up Hill's hair in a personal way.

"Don't be naughty." In the end, he could only spit out such a sentence gently.

After exchanging greetings with Mori Ogai, Fushiya Daisei bent slightly and looked at the girl next to Mori Ogai kindly, "The one next to you is your excellent subordinate Mr. Nakahara, I know it, but this little lady is... ...Ling Ai?"

He knew very well that this girl might be a healing power user that the port mafia relied on, but he didn't expect that it was just a child who looked like twelve or thirteen years old.

The appearance is particularly outstanding, the big goose yellow eyes are just like being favored by Xingzi and Nuanyang just by looking at them, the slightly curly milk white and light pink hair is sweet to the bottom of the heart, giving people a kind of sweetness Dreamlike hallucinations.

I have to say that even at such an old age, he has never seen such a cute child... I just heard that the leader of Hong Kong gangsters had a habit of raising loli when he was an underground doctor?

Hill pursed his lips, keenly aware of a disgusting and contemptuous evil light flashing in his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye sharpened his eyes, and immediately took half a step forward, half of his body stopped in front of Hill.

The smile on Mori Ogai's face has disappeared, and everyone can feel his displeasure. After all, disrespect for Hill is to slap him in the face.

But thinking of...

How could he care about a dead man?

"Mr. Fuwu is really old and confused," he said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. "This little guy always jokes that I am an older bachelor, so how can I have children as an older bachelor?"

He would rather have a child as cute and lovable as Hill-chan.

"Haha, kid, it's inevitable—" Before he finished speaking, Mori Ogai interrupted him:

"But our family, Hill-chan, is a child who is regarded as a priceless treasure by the entire Hong Kong gangster... If anyone makes Hill-chan unhappy, our port mafia will give everything... Let him see what hell looks like. .”

He spoke lightly, but his eyes were extremely serious and he shot at Fuwu Dacheng closely, extremely sharp and aggressive, and his blatant attitude indicated that he was threatening people.

Well... If Hill-chan is involved, even a dying person will care about him.

"Hehe..." Fushiya Daisei smiled dryly, and stiffly took out the handkerchief tucked in his breast pocket to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, "Your Majesty Mori, please come in, Takasekai and GSS are both in the inner hall .”

He hid his unhappiness in his heart, secretly thinking about making the other party proud for a while, and the liquidation would be settled soon.

"Then let's go, Shir-chan~" Mori Ogai turned around and said with a smile, while extending his white-gloved hand.

Hill obediently took it.

"Boss, wait a minute... can you leave him to me?" Zhongya Zhongya waited for Fushiya Dacheng to go to other places to greet him, and then asked in a low voice.

"Well, yes, Nakaya-kun."

Hill looked around, and Fyodor had disappeared, so what role did he play in this seemingly amicable dinner party that would end up in chaos?

A person like him who is unwilling to be lonely will definitely do something shocking, right?I don't know if it will destroy Dazai's actions?

Oh yes.

Hill felt she needed to remind Osamu Dazai.

She looked at Mori Ogai who was chatting and laughing in the crowd, and not only felt deep admiration, but in Lin Taro's heart, these people were probably like agricultural products waiting to be slaughtered, right?And it is the kind that has already estimated the price.

But he was able to talk to him without changing his face, and she thought that this kind of behavior that could show both sides was worth savoring carefully.

It's just that her mobile phone is in Mori Ogai's coat. After all, her skirt has no storage pockets, so it's not suitable for a bag.

But she didn't want to go to Mori Ogai who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Sill, would you like some juice?"

Hill looked at standing behind him, and Nakahara Nakaya was holding red wine in one hand and a glass of watermelon juice in the other to gesture to her.

"Thank you, I want it." Hill took it carefully, so as not to spill it on her skirt.

Taking a sip from the straw, she looked up at Chuya Nakahara, who was drinking authentic red wine, "Brother Zhongye, can you call Dazai?"

"Oh, yes." He held the wine glass with one hand, and took out the phone from his pocket with the other.

Although he was reluctant to contact Dazai Osamu, since Hill said so, there must be something important.

The familiar bell sounded from above, and Hill and Nakahara also looked up together, only to see Osamu Dazai leaning over the railing on the second floor and waving to them.

Then he walked down. They were in a relatively secluded place at the moment. Although there were people coming and going, few people stopped to talk - they were all scared away by the too cold aura of the Central Plains.

So it can be called quiet amidst the noise.

"Have you rested enough?" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai nodded naturally.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, this guy really dared to answer.

"Dazai, I saw someone just now, you may need to pay attention, it might make your plan fall short." Hill tugged at the hem of his white suit jacket.

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth with great interest, and smiled at Hill, "Since Little Hill said that...then it's time to play."

He just wanted to ask about the man.

"Hello gentlemen, where are you going?"

Wearing a long red dress, a delicately dressed woman came with a glass of champagne, surrounded by a group of warblers and swallows.

They whispered behind the woman who just spoke, and from time to time generously looked at Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu.

Yoko Kunogi is a delicate and beautiful woman in her early twenties. She secretly observes Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, and only thinks that these two boys look quite in line with her appetite, but she doesn't know which force they belong to.

Hill lowered his head bored, silently sipping the watermelon juice in his hand.

I don't know how this elder sister sees that she can handle Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai at will, but it won't work if she only relies on half of the inheritance rights in her hands.

...After all, everyone just wants to eat meat now, and they don't mind whether they are holding chopsticks or a knife and fork.

"The port mafia, Zhongya Zhongyuan." Zhongya Zhongya didn't want to say more, but just introduced it out of politeness.

"I'm Osamu Dazai, and Kazuya belongs to the Port Mafia as well." Osamu Dazai smiled shallowly.

Several women's cheeks were slightly flushed.

"It's the port mafia? But it's really young and promising to be able to accompany your leader here." Yoko Kunogi said reservedly.

Just when she was about to continue to say something——

There was a commotion upstairs, and a waiter hurried out with a tray, shouting in horror: "Someone is dead...Mr. Kunogi is dead!"

"What?!" Kunogi Yoko was stunned like a lightning strike, and after reacting, he was shocked by the news and took a half step back. The glass container containing the drink in his hand fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.

She violently pushed away the ladies who were standing beside her and had a harmonious conversation with her just now, ignoring someone who fell because of this, she stumbled and ran straight upstairs.

While not running, he murmured in disbelief: "Impossible! We just separated Tai Yi, how could he..."

"It was fine just now..." As she spoke, her delicately made-up cheeks were already wet with tears.

People from the business world and the mafia who were talking to each other went upstairs, and the three of Hill also followed Mori Ogai to the lounge where Taiichi Kunoki was killed.

"Quickly tell me! Who has been here during this period! Who has been in contact with Taiyi!" After testing the tip of her brother's breathless nose, Yoko Kuno suddenly stood up, and frantically tugged at the person who had just delivered the news. The waiter's neckline questioned.

"This..." The waiter's eyes were full of panic and fear.

How did this matter happen to him so badly? !Everyone present can be regarded as the person who controls the right to speak in Yokohama. If they are randomly identified, he is afraid that he will not survive tomorrow.

... But if he can't find the murderer, he probably won't die soon. After all, he is responsible for serving the room where Mr. Kunogi is.

He eagerly glanced at the people present, and at the same time desperately searched for memories in his mind, until he saw a somewhat familiar person, as if he had seen a savior, he pointed at him tremblingly and said:

"This gentleman... I just saw that this gentleman just talked to Mr. Kunogi!"

Hill followed to look at the person he was pointing at - beside her.