[Comprehensive] Zongxiang, draw the knife!

Mori Yuno opened his mouth, trying to explain something.

But any words of defense are so powerless in the face of death, so she can only nod, "Yes...the leader hopes that there will be no red-haired people within his sight."

"Haha! This is our leader," Osamu Dazai smiled desolately, covering his face with his hands, with an extremely indifferent expression leaking from between his fingers, "Maybe I'm holding a gun now, rushing in and pointing at his head , then maybe tomorrow morning the entire port black|hand|party will receive the execution of all black curly-haired people?"

"No!" Mori Yuno replied hastily.

"I forgot that I have the same hairstyle as you. Even if something happened, the leader would absolutely not blame you." Osamu Dazai's expression turned cold.

"Yuno, that person didn't lose to me, but to Dr. Mori, who accepted the leader's order and executed all the official red-haired members. Before our duel today, he had already injected a poison into that person. This kind of toxin will cause his body to weaken immediately after being poisoned, and then in the next six months, he will die like normal organ failure symptoms."

"It was such a sudden weakening that he couldn't dodge my bullets, turning the normal sparring into a life-and-death struggle for captain position handover."

"Father, he..." Mori Yuno was speechless for a moment.

She didn't want to believe that the poisoning was done by Mori Ogai.But she knew very well in her heart that according to the development of her previous life, at this time, Mori Ogai had already exploded her ambition.

As for careerists, as long as it is in line with their interests, they can do whatever they can to achieve their goals.

She just didn't want to believe that no matter how hard she tried after her rebirth, she still couldn't change Mori Ogai into such a man who made her feel cold and strange.

"Sorry, I've delayed you for too long today. I think the leader is already anxious." Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, and put his usual smile on his delicate and delicate face.

The young man took a step back and opened the door for her slightly, "Go, my eldest lady." As if like this, he hid all the unhappiness and pain again.

"Dazai..." Mori Yuno looked back at him with complicated eyes at the moment when he was about to enter the door, "You should go back to rest today."

"That's not acceptable. You are the leader's designated heir, and there is nothing more important than your safety." Osamu Dazai smiled with a normal expression, as if he had forgotten all the pain just now.

But Mori Yuno knows very well that he is just burying his resentment deeply in his heart. Such accumulated pain and resentment will one day sweep the entire port mafia like a volcanic eruption. It's the leader, a microcosm of those strange orders since he was lying on the hospital bed.

"Dazai, your former companion who has died, do you still remember him?"

"What are you thinking? As long as you die, you are a loser, and a loser will not have the value of being remembered."

"Then if, I mean, if I lose this battle for successor, will anyone still remember me?" Yuno Mori asked softly.

"You will not die," Osamu Dazai said with certainty, "You will be the winner. Because the most competitive candidate, he will pave your way to promotion at all costs."

.....................

Mori Yuno has been staying at the door for too long, and she had the last conversation with Osamu Dazai just now, the door was open, and the leader in the room must have heard it.

So she walked to the leader's bed, but she didn't sit down like she did every night before. Her expression was not very clear in this dark room.

But as long as you think about it, you know that you will never put on a sweet smile like before, and then pretend to be innocent and innocent, and please the old man cutely and intimately.

She still can't do it after being exposed to so much dark side, knowing that she can't digest it, but still insisting on trying to prove that she will be the same kind of person as them.

—I can't do it, I can't do it.

In Mori Yuno's heart, a voice kept repeating this sentence.

"Huh? My lovely child, did you not turn on the light?"

The old man who was infinitely close to running out of oil lamp barely opened his cloudy eyes, but found that the light in his room was not turned on as usual, nor did he see anything, which made him feel the most relaxed in his heart, that sweet smile.

This old man who had been in power in Yokohama for decades, was no different from other ordinary people in the last few years of his life, and was trapped and died in bed.

Hiding in a room that he thought represented weakness, he couldn't rush to the forefront in arrogance and confront his enemies, so he could do nothing to watch his withering body.The fear of not being able to die in battle completely crushed the old man's mind.

"Grandpa leader." When Yuno Mori shouted out this claim, she was barely able to adjust her mentality, but the lights in the room were not turned on, and the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows was not enough to make this An old man, see her expression clearly at this time.

It's just that in front of people who are profitable, Mori Yuno has long been used to her sweet and coquettish tone that people can't refuse all the time.

Moreover, in the past few years by the leader's side, the exciting life of accompanying the king like a tiger made her very clear that the limit of tolerance that could be lowered came from the other party's love for her.

And the old man is a typical example of being soft but not hard. She can be soft, cry, and make trouble, but she can't be stubborn with him.

She can place herself in the image of being spoiled by the elderly and pets, but she must not be complacent about herself, the so-called heir, so she forgets that the current port mafia is still the old leader's Eloquent.

"I don't want to listen to your story today." She seemed coquettish and angry, took the old man's big hand, which was as rough as bark, and pressed it to her cheek, rubbing it gently with attachment, "My friend is not very good. Happy, I'm afraid he will commit suicide."

"Your friend?" The old leader thought for a while before he realized slowly, "Is that the world-weary boy who always commits suicide?"

Mori Yuno: "..."

Dazai, you are so famous for committing suicide, even the leader who only cared about recuperating remembers you? !

Mori Yuno in the dark, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily, but she still wanted to perform the show, so she continued to complain softly pretending to be distressed, "Yes, that guy is always worrying to death, so the leader, Grandpa, today I Can I go with him?"

"Ahem..." The long sleep made the old leader's voice extremely hoarse, and he coughed dryly twice.

Mori Yuno knew that according to her usual well-behaved character design, she should pour a glass of water at this time, but today I don't know what happened, maybe it was affected by Dazai Osamu's words, now she feels that every minute Acting made her feel extremely awkward.

Why should I stay and deal with the boss?

Why can't I be a carefree little girl like in my previous life?

Why should I participate in such a war that should have nothing to do with me, and I can't handle it?

"Grandpa leader, you once told me that if you want to be a qualified leader, you should let yourself be the standard bearer, and turn everything around you into pawns that can protect you from disasters and be discarded at any time. "

"But why do I feel more and more clearly that I am placed in the most conspicuous position on the chessboard as an insignificant chess piece?" Mori Yuno asked softly, "Can you tell me how to get rid of such a situation?" situation?"

"You may have misremembered this sentence, my little cat, 'A qualified conspirator will turn into a chess player to play games, while a qualified leader will never turn conflicts to his own people'."

There seemed to be a flash of light in the eyes of the old man, as if his waking up was just a momentary illusion, but his eagle-claw-like hands tightly clamped Mori's wrist, and the strength made her exclaim in pain , "Grandpa leader?!"

She looked at the painful old man lying on the bed, embraced by the soft bed, paralyzed by comfort and pleasure.This person should have lost his previous ambition, as well as his wisdom and wisdom. He shouldn't have such a drastic move suddenly.

Mori Yuno took a step back in fear, but forgot that his wrist had already been grasped by this person, making him in a dilemma.

"Hehe... Did it scare you? Kitten."

Only then did the leader let go of his hand, and the ferocity he almost erupted seemed to return to the calm sea surface suddenly, but the undercurrent under the sea surface was turbulent, and it was possible at any time to set off a huge wave again, killing people. engulf.

There was a meaningful smile on his skinny face, but his weak body still made his voice extremely weak, so Yuno Mori almost had to lean close to his ear to hear clearly.

"Of course I am very clear about your doubts, but ah... Xiaoyuno," this is the first time he called her name, and it has been exposed, his calmness is full of malice, "I want to be a chess player , but you are neither a conspirator nor a leader, so what is a mere heir?"

Mori Yuno's face turned pale in an instant. She broke free from the old man's clenched hand, clutched her painful wrist, and stumbled back into this room. The small sofa that was originally prepared for her seemed to be the only way, covered with soft and thick blankets. The cushions surrounding it can bring her enough sense of security.

——I was too carried away.

The old leader's first show to her has already made Mori Yuno who has not experienced any setbacks unbearable.

She tightly covered her mouth, shaking like a sieve, but she didn't dare to make any cry of fear.

Because judging from her experience of accompanying the leader over the years, the other party is now on the verge of rage, if she provokes again and again, what awaits her is likely to be something like Dazai Osamu's joke.

- "Execution of all black curly-haired people tomorrow morning".