Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

The hotel chosen by Port Mafia was not very far from the headquarters. Nakaya used his abilities to take Sakakibara, with the familiarity that he came here almost every day for racing, shuttled through the streets of Yokohama, and quickly arrived at their destination.

When I came to the entrance of the underground garage, I didn't even need to give Zhongye's instructions, the gate was automatically raised, and the faint light from the outside gave a rough outline of the dark room.

Sakakibara hadn't gotten used to the light yet, so Zhong went in with ease and turned on the light, so as not to bump into someone who didn't come often.

The appearance of the lights made the entire underground garage brighten up, and various vehicles of different styles were placed neatly and orderly in turn. It could be seen that these were battle-tested vehicles, and there were more or less marks left on them that had not had time to be refurbished.

The wall was covered with tools for car repair and there was a hidden compartment hidden on the other side of the wall that was not obvious. He thought to himself that there might be a whole side of weapons when he opened it, which was not surprising at all.

Scanning the entire garage, probably the most eye-catching thing here is Chuya's red locomotive. This made him wonder, does a mafia have to wear black?Even the cars are dull black.

I have never seen him wear the other colors of clothes I bought for Zhong Ye before, so I only changed them when I took him out a few times before.

It's a pity that the good-looking clothes that Zhongye made in the past can no longer be worn after he grows taller. Although the part of the taller part is not obvious, but with Zhongye's temperament, I am afraid that those clothes will be given away.

Who would have thought that, as a cadre of Mafia at the port, he would still be doing charity in private. I'm afraid not many people would believe him when he said it, and would think he had ulterior motives.

Only they themselves know that he just wanted to do this, so he did it, pure and clear thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Zhong Ye was squatting in the area where the unknown object existed, his hands were about to move but he never lifted the ash-covering cloth. It's not that he didn't expect it, the gift had to be delivered by someone else to be sincere.

Just when he looked over, his clear blue eyes were wide open, as if the cat was attacking the owner why he didn't come over.

Sakakibara couldn't help laughing, not daring to laugh out loud, holding it back in her heart, and then went to find her proud child.

"Look at you in a hurry."

The result of walking over without haste is to get more eager and fierce stares. Sakakibara slapped him moderately: "It won't be all yours in the end."

"Are you going to give it away?" Zhongya asked ferociously, and touched the place where he was beaten just now with one hand.

"Send, of course, how could the gift prepared for you be given to someone else." Sakakibara opened the obstructing cloth cover first, revealing the gift he had prepared for a long time underneath.

It was a silver-white locomotive, which looked a bit smaller than Zhongye's. Zhongye couldn't wait to touch the body, and knocked off the shell of the locomotive when he felt something was wrong.

"What material is this?"

The sound sounds crunchy, but it feels thick and solid to the touch. He has touched many materials in the enchantment, but none of them are similar to this one.

Sakakibara watched him touch it non-stop, knowing that he liked it: "A shell of a monster, light but indestructible."

"Only when they are adults, they will fade, and generally they will not be traded." Hearing his words, Zhong also immediately remembered the material that the craftsman who made the bracelet said in that regretful tone.

When he heard about it at the time, he wanted to go find it and make a bracelet for Sakakibara, but after asking all the monsters in the enchantment, they didn't know where this monster was, so he had to retreat and collect other materials.

Thinking about it, Sakakibara's manager for so many years was not for nothing. It was one thing to find it, but another to successfully exchange it. He looked down at the huge body of the locomotive, and couldn't help but wonder what he would use in exchange.

"How did you get so many materials?"

Seeing that it gradually deviated from today's theme, Sakakibara had no choice but to pull it back in person: "This gift for you, do you like it?"

"like."

"Then don't think too much about how to return it as a gift, not to mention that your liking makes me very happy. The purpose of a gift is to make the person who receives it happy, isn't it?"

Sakakibara's relief made him speechless, this person always said some nonsense, trying to use his own logic to make others confused and unable to refute.

He turned his head away to think about how to refute, and accidentally noticed that there was a document stuck in the car seat, and he didn't even need to pull it out, he knew who was so boring to put it here.

"This is?"

He held the folder in his hand, and he still didn't intend to check it after asking the question, his little fun was hidden in his eyes.

Sakakibara snatched the folder and pulled out the transfer agreement he signed a few days ago. He always felt that Chuya was not becoming mature at all, but getting more and more childish: "I promised you the winery before."

"Do you still remember?" Zhong said embarrassedly, "I almost forgot."

"Of course I will remember what I promised you clearly." He looked at Zhongye helplessly and indulgently, thinking that children have a great forgetfulness, and at that time they would not let it go, but they would soon forget it. .

He didn't want to talk too much with this brat. A gift is a gift and there is no reason to return it. He twisted the handle of the motorcycle, and a loud roaring sound came from the car.

Looking back at someone who couldn't stop making small movements when he heard the sound, Sakakibara asked him amusedly and dotingly: "Don't want to try?"

"Of course I have to try!"

Stretching his legs to straddle it, Zhongya rode steadily on the motorcycle. He turned the handle tentatively, and the sound of the engine became more and more vigorous, which made his heart burst out.

"I... haven't checked the performance yet. After I finish the inspection, I will consider whether to accept it or not."

Just when he lowered his body and wanted to start the motorcycle and go for a stroll outside, Sakakibara took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and threw them to him: "Gloves that come with it."

It is not a lie to say that it is a bonus, because there were a lot of leftover materials at that time, and the craftsman was also a monster who followed the trend. He said that the leftovers were more than enough to make a helmet and gloves.

Sakakibara thinks it is okay, but he never uses a helmet at home, and thick and strong gloves are not the first choice, so he picked up new materials again, but this material is thin and transparent, and it is not very good for coloring.

He had no choice but to sneak around to find his subordinates, and found the cuttlefish monster, and now he was barely dyed.

Nakaya picked up the gloves and squeezed them, they were thinner than the pair in his hands, and they felt smoother to the touch, he immediately bit off his gloves and threw them to Sakakibara next to him, and put on the brand new gloves.

"I took it."

He quickly caught the old gloves, and before Sakakibara raised his head, he saw him rushing out of the underground garage with the roar of the locomotive, leaving the exhaust of the locomotive still spinning here.

Put away the gloves he dropped, bent down to pick up the tarpaulin that was still covering the motorcycle, suddenly a pair of legs stood still in front of him.

"Sneaked out?"

Without even looking up, Sakakibara guessed that someone would lose their temper and slip away together after seeing them slipping away. Speaking of which, it was inconceivable that they didn't see the other party slipping away in advance.

Those feet walked to the opposite side, picked up a corner of the cloth, and helped him fold the cloth. After finishing, Sakakibara had time to look up at him.

Dazai sat back on the armchair, crossed his two long legs that had no place to rest, and with a thick-skinned face, he said plaintively and complained: "You don't take me when you slip away."

"Didn't you sneak out?" Sakakibara leaned against the table, reached out and handed him a tissue, and pointed to his sleeve. The red mark was fiercely printed on it, as if it was accidentally rubbed when he left.

Rejecting the tissue, Dazai took off the coat and threw it aside, unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, rolled up the tie, rolled it into a crumpled ball and threw it into his pocket, leaving only the hairsprayed The hair still stubbornly remained the same, showing how handsome he was before.

"No one cooperated, so I slipped out with difficulty."

"I thought you were as smart as you, and this question was easy."

"Tut tsk tsk." Dazai raised his index finger and shook him, "You don't understand how rare it is for them to be as handsome as me."

"Then you might as well stay, why bother to sneak out."

"I don't want to be taken advantage of by them!"

"..."

Even though he was used to Dazai's thick skin, he was also shocked by this sentence. It must be a narcissistic person to say this sentence.

"Why do you like it? Do you want me to introduce it to you?" Dazai looked at him expectantly, with obvious malicious intentions.

"Leaving aside the matter of my gift, what do you say about the matter of Butei?"

He really regrets it. Ever since he agreed to this person, there have been more and more pranks and more and more things to find out about himself. If he had known...

Hey, I knew that he might still agree, but of course there must be three chapters of the contract at that time, otherwise it would be okay if it is as lawless as it is now?

"What?" The good player who pretends to be stupid will give you a little bit at every turn, not to mention that if he didn't know his true nature under the appearance, he might think he is really innocent.

Sakakibara got annoyed when he saw his pretentiousness, looked left and right to find something in his hand, and found that it was some car repairers who threw it in case someone had a concussion and screamed miserably, so he had to cover his head with the cloth he had just folded up.

Although I didn't notify in advance that time, I apologized in a good voice and promised to help him deal with the documents for three months. At that time, this guy laughed strangely. The unlucky one hit.

Now that I think about it, it's just me. After a few months, I finally remembered that the gift he gave me hadn't been opened yet, but when I opened it... he actually gave me adult accessories for the coming-of-age ceremony!

At that time, he was very angry. Thanks to his guilt, he helped him deal with the documents for three months. Afterwards, he killed two enemies and three thousand and self-damaged eight hundred. Both of them agreed not to mention it.

And Butei, I don't know what happened to him, maybe those few months were too leisurely, my mind froze, so that I received a call from Ranpo, the president, and Odasaku that day They were all numb, and even Ms. Xie Ye was calling.

Although everyone's wording is different, the general meaning is almost the same. It means: People who manage your port Mafia are not allowed to step into Butei's territory. If you want to make an appointment for a drink, please call.

"Butei, don't make trouble anymore."

Dazai said lazily, "Hey~ It's obvious that they were too careless, Odasaku didn't respond."

"Be careful, they won't let you in." Seeing Dazai's indifferent attitude, Sakakibara thought for a while, but he still didn't use Oda as an excuse. He didn't want Dazai to be restrained or change himself because of others, just like him The same is expected of Zhongye.

"Whatever you want, as long as you don't get killed."

He thought of Dazai's practice with Chuya, his ability to fight and dodge has improved, but his physical skills are still not good.

Just about to reprimand Sakakibara, Dazai smiled and looked at him expectantly.

"If you have any crooked ideas, tell me quickly."

"Kurosawa~Kurosawa~"

The cry was sweeter than the last, and Sakakibara couldn't stand it anymore. He resisted the thought of killing him, kept stroking his arm, forcibly suppressed the goosebumps that aroused, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing: "Say!"

Seeing that his patience had almost reached its limit, Dazai stopped being a demon: "I want a pass inside the barrier."

"Why is such a big Yokohama not enough for you to play with?" Facing the almost coquettish words, Sakakibara just glanced at him in disgust, "You can do whatever harm you want abroad."

"Little poor~no one loves~I can't get the expected gift~"

Dazai hummed gibberish words with an out-of-tuned tune, secretly alluding to Chuya's extra gift, and at the same time accusing someone of partiality.

"I don't have a pass. I just saw a manual a few days ago, or that one will work?"

Thinking of the title of the book that Dazai sent him a few days ago, Sakakibara couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, pressing his fingers on his temples, feeling very tired.

"I'll just give it to you, you... Take it easy."

Dazai picked up the jacket that was thrown on the ground, and dragged it with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, and bouncing away, not calm at all.

"Hey hey~"