I came to the main world after being dressed as ifton

At the cost of helping Fitzgerald regain his family, Atsushi Nakajima exchanged for himself and Ryunosuke Akutagawa a rare partner in this world.

After everything was over, looking at the blond man who was carefully embracing his daughter in the parallel world, Atsushi Nakajima consciously left and left this quiet space for the two of them.

The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and even the butterflies that landed on the tail of the orange hair of the young man in a black suit coat looked very energetic.

Um……?

Discovering something was wrong, Atsushi Nakajima shifted his head like a robot, looking straight at the orange-haired youth who was leaning against the wall and puffing...

The man was wearing the customary suit that Mr. Dazai complained about buying ten pieces at a time, and his frowning made him look very unfriendly.

Why is Mr. Nakahara in this place? !

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously took out his mobile phone, and after turning on the screen, he saw the big 25:[-] on the panel of the mobile phone.

It is known that the port mafia is responsible for regulating the night.

In other words, unless there is a special request from the superior, the main working hours start at four or five in the afternoon and end around seven in the morning the next day.

Whether it's the world I was in before, or I heard it from Mr. Dazai here, this time should be Mr. Nakahara's time to catch up on sleep...

If that's the case, why didn't Mr. Zhongyuan recharge his batteries for the evening's work, and instead came here to waste the good time? !

Just when Atsushi Nakajima was very confused about this, Nakahara Nakahara, who was pulled out of the bed by Mori Ogai's phone call early in the morning, also saw the goal of this trip, and walked over from the opposite side swaggeringly.

"Yoxi, brat, you finally came out of there!" Nakahara Nakaya patted Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder vigorously. The white-haired boy was staggered by gravity without noticing it. The concrete looked extremely solid. A large depression also appeared on the ground.

hiss--

So heavy, why so suddenly...

Atsushi Nakajima pinched his shoulders, and the super regeneration allowed the cracked bones on his body to overlap in a second, leaving only a faint red mark.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, as if he was as happy as meeting a hard-wearing sandbag, and the anger and unhappiness after being forcibly woken up were swept away.

The happiness of a man is so simple~

Zhongya Nakahara patted Atsushi Nakajima on the back carelessly, and praised in a hearty tone: "Your strength is good..." You are quite resistant to beating, "Do you want to practice with me?" Come and be my sandbag !

Looking at Chuya Nakahara's expression, Atsushi Nakajima, who knew what the other party was thinking without guessing, smiled wryly and touched his head.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I still want to live!" The white-haired boy immediately refused.

What do you mean you still want to live?Is it so scary to practice with me? !

Nakahara Chuya's pupils shrank suddenly, he jumped back slightly to the steps, and then looked down with his arms crossed, "Then what kind of man is a man who is timid? I will beat you to death at most!" I said again I won't do anything to you!

At this time, Atsushi Nakajima's heart skipped a beat, as if he had learned mind reading skills without a teacher, he retreated crazily.

This is this...

Mr. Nakahara, are you sure what you said is correct...?

Is this a threat?Such words must be threatening people!

Did you miss something important...

Or I accidentally said the truth and the language of the scene in reverse...

"Mr. Nakahara, you must be joking..." Atsushi Nakajima said stumblingly, his pupils covered by slightly drooping eyelids were frantically swinging left and right, trying to find a passage for escape.

help!I'm being targeted by a super large beast! ! !

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Zhong Yuanzhong also threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, and then stepped on it to crush the spark. "Are you kidding? How is it possible!" Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted softly through his nasal cavity, and then smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

He lowered his center of gravity like a big cat that was about to attack, and then lunged forward, saying: "You can't blame me, I didn't have much interest in you at first..."

After all, Atsushi Nakajima is separated by a parallel world, and he can be a gangster. It is not certain whether he is a member of the port mafia in that world.

So Nakahara Chuya really doesn't care much about what Atsushi Nakajima from the parallel world thinks, but it's a pity that the other party's behavior has had a small impact on the interests of the organization.

During this period of time, it can be said that a lot of money was lost because of the combination. It would be fine if the combination launched an untargeted attack for their own benefit. A piece of meat is enough to make up for the loss of this period of time.

In the end, the combination actually teamed up with Atsushi Nakajima to play a fake show?

Outsiders will never be able to understand that some time ago, when Mori Ogai was happily planning to collect post-war benefits, he saw those members of the group that should be torn apart just happened to hold a banquet together...

The feeling at that moment can be called heaven and earth!

"Mr. Sen asked me to teach you a lesson..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also waved his fist fiercely, "Bad children who are not good will be punished! These are the words of the leader..."

Eh~ eh?Eh!

Can it still blame me?If you want to blame, blame Mr. Dazai who came up with this idea!

Atsushi Nakajima, who was dodging around nimbly, thought of this, and he looked with great fear at the ground not far away where a deep pit was punched by Nakahara Nakaya with his fist.

Hitting someone with a fist the size of a sandbag...will kill him!will die! !Will definitely die! ! !

"Are you still a member of our Hong Kong and Black? What is it to be so cowardly hiding in Tibet!" Zhongyuan Zhong roared unhappily.

Atsushi Nakajima yelled back with a louder voice: "It has nothing to do with whether I am a member of Hong Kong and Black. Even if I am a member of the martial arts faction, I can't survive a fist like yours!!"

"Little ghost, what are you talking about!!!" Chuya Nakahara's body was covered with a thin layer of red light, and his high-pitched voice was worthy of his reputation as a Yokohama singer.

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……

Just as Nakajima Atsushi and Nakahara Nakaya were busy chasing each other, a loud and sharp horn suddenly sounded from the intersection not far away.

When Atsushi Nakajima turned his head to look over, he only saw a huge truck and another human body that was knocked high and fell heavily to the ground.

Decades of pot-cover hairstyles, familiar suits soaked in the smell of blood...

Mr. Dean? ! !

When I saw that person, I subconsciously felt a nauseating feeling of wanting to vomit, but before Atsushi Nakajima could feel it too much, the scene of that person lying powerlessly in a pool of blood was exactly the same as another scene in my memory. Gradually overlap together.

A pain like flesh and blood being torn apart filled his heart, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but trembled, and then ran to the distance in fear.

'You' haven't... haven't apologized to me yet...

'I' haven't been able to...haven't been able to throw that watch in front of you...Tell you in a disdainful tone...'I' don't need such cheap things from handouts...

How could 'you'... how could you fall down again before that? !

He actually showed such an expression, is it someone that kid knows? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and then followed.

The man who was knocked out opened his eyes weakly, and a familiar face was imprinted in his eyes.

"Yes, is it Dun Jun...?" He said word by word, and then immediately denied: "No, it's not right..."

Although the two look very similar, almost to the point of being exactly the same, the Atsushi Nakajima raised by me is completely different from the person in front of me - he is not so calm, and he does not have such a muscle line after exercise...

The dean gasped for breath, and then muttered to himself: "Are you Dunjun's relative?" He coughed continuously, and scarlet blood spit out from his mouth.

"Please, please..."

The dean stretched out his hand and handed over the blood-stained watch, "You also stay in Yokohama, you must know Atsushi Nakajima..." He said with difficulty, as if he was giving his last words: "Help me Give him this and tell him... well done! You've become a mature adult..."

I approve of him!

Before the dean could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, twitched, and then closed his eyes. His right hand, which had lost support, fell downwards together with the watch he was holding tightly.

"Dean...!" Atsushi Nakajima exclaimed, subconsciously hugging the weakly breathing man.

He glanced at the watch strap that fell to the ground and was stained with dust, stuffed it into his pocket, then hugged the dean and started to rush towards the street where the detective agency was located.

boom boom-

The roar of the engine sounded, and Nakahara Chuya slammed on the brakes and moved horizontally in front of Nakajima Atsushi.

The orange-haired youth threw the helmet to Atsushi Nakajima, and pointed to his back neatly.

"Hurry up, my car has been specially modified, it is definitely faster than your own running speed!"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded indiscriminately, and then climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle with the dean in his arms.