My name is Dazai

"Tangun, do you really want to go to the hot spring with Chuya? It's too unsafe to be alone." Dazai watched Tangun pack his things.

"It won't be very late, I'll be back at night." Tangun patted Dazai's head.

In fact, most people would choose to stay directly after soaking in the hot springs, but Tangun and Zhongya didn't have that much time, even if they had spare time, they still hoped to return to the port mafia that day.

It's okay to completely relax.

Dazai's head was rubbed in a mess, and he also squeezed Tangun's butt with his hands.

"And you can already connect to electronic devices?" Tangun put a mobile phone on the table, "If you have anything, you can send me a message."

"If I'm lonely, can I still harass Tangun?" Dazai poked his phone.

"...Harassment?" Tangun covered his face, "Although I know Dazai, you can indeed do such a thing, why don't you restrain yourself a little?"

What Tangun got was Dazai's grimace.

"Dazai, do you know what Chuya-san wants to tell me?" Tangun felt that if he continued this topic, Dazai would say even more outrageous things.

It's doggy and very dazai.

"I guessed it." Dazai frowned slightly, "Tangun...you really have no way out."

So what would Mr. Chuya want to say to him?

Tangun stood in front of the cabinet and unbuttoned his clothes, thinking about Dazai's words.

And what do you mean there is no way out?

This shouldn't be considered a completely bad thing, otherwise Dazai would have stopped it long ago, rather than having such an ambiguous attitude.

Tangun didn't think about the answer, so he planned to go to the hot spring first.

Zhong Yuanzhong was already lying in the hot spring, his back was leaning on the stone, his mouth was slightly open, like a stupid slug...

...what slug?

Tangun felt that he was polluted by Dazai, he kept talking about slugs in his ears, which made him think of slugs first when he saw Chuya.

Tangun first went to fetch water and briefly washed his body before going into the water.

It's not that Chuya didn't notice Tangun before, he just didn't bother to react, Tangun was about to enter the hot spring, it's not good if he didn't say hello.

Tangun went into the water with his back facing him.

Then there was a moment of silence.

"Tangun..." Zhong also felt that when facing Tangun, he always fell into a strange state of hesitating to speak.

Tangun turned his head to look at Chuya Chuya, and Chuya felt that if he read correctly, Tangun's eyes conveyed "again".

Did he care too much? Zhong Yuanzhong also doubted himself.

Speaking of which, I am just a boss, but in fact, I am not very suitable to get involved in the affairs of my subordinates.

And he seemed to complain about Tangun's strangeness every day.

There are many strange people in the port mafia, too strict control will arouse their rebellious heart, and letting them go is the correct operation.

"Mr. Chuya, tell me, what's the matter?" Tangun's "again" was not aimed at Chuya, but Dazai. He had no doubt that Dazai had done something that he couldn't find out at the first time. mischief.

Zhong also looked at Tangun, and felt that Tangun was in a mode of talking now, so he simply said: "Your ass..."

Tangun turned his head and looked at his buttocks, only to see a pair of symmetrical handprints on his buttocks.

He suddenly remembered that before he left, Dazai hugged him and pinched his ass.

... Dazai!

The expression on Tangun's face collapsed, and he hurried into the water.

As long as you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

Chuya covered the lower half of his face with his hand, he was thinking what should he say, at least don't cuckold Dazai in front of him?Another way to relax?Return to the arms of girls?

I feel that Tangun looks gentle but he is not the talkative type. Being good-tempered doesn't mean he doesn't have his own ideas.

And he is a boss... Although the nature of the port mafia makes private life and working hours not so clear, but he is not easy to control too much.

So what should I say looking at the marks on Tangun's body and tell Tangun that your boyfriend is awesome?

No, why does it feel like he wants to put a cuckold on Tangun's head?

so embarrassing...

Moreover, Zhong also thought of what he wanted to say to Tangun, he felt that he should treat it as invisible in the future.

Anyway, Dazai is dead, and the grass on the grave is very green, which is not bad.

Both Chuya and Tangun fell into silence. What happened just now has basically become a daily embarrassment. Tangun is very effective in deceiving the ears and stealing the bell. The two of them quickly pretended to forget about this incident.

The tray in the hot spring floated back and forth along the current, but even Zhong didn't intend to take a sip, and the two of them collapsed in the hot spring, like two salted fish.

If it is said that "demented slug" flashed in Tangun's mind when he saw it before, then if Dazai is here now, he might comment on "demented white cat" when he sees Tangun like this.

The two of them usually communicate a lot, but they are usually at work. Now that they are temporarily out of work, neither of them wants to talk.

It's not that there's nothing to say, it's just that I'm too tired, so I can't help but want to be silent for a while, this kind of silence is not awkward, but lazy and relaxing.

Zhong could also keep quiet all the time, but Tangun looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock. They had been soaking for an hour. The original plan was to return to Yokohama before eleven o'clock. What did he say, "...Mr. Chuya, I remember you said there was something you wanted to tell me." Tangun looked at Chuya Nakahara, who felt like he was about to fall asleep.

"Ah." Nakahara Chuya raised his head.

Then he fixedly looked at Tangun with very focused eyes, as if there was something in Tangun worthy of his exploration.

If there were no warnings, Tangun must have thought that Zhong Yuan Zhong also had interests in him.

Tangun intuitively felt that Chuya Chuya was thinking about something very important, so he didn't continue talking, but quietly waited for Chuya's next words.

"Tangun, what do you think of the current personnel situation of the port mafia?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked this question.

Tangun's lips moved slightly: "Mr. Chuya" "Speak quickly." Chuya urged.

Tangun took a deep breath, and then said: "The high-level personnel of the port mafia are obviously understaffed. The former leader made unreasonable arrangements for the high-level personnel before his death. How long has it been since I left the Port Mafia. If I remember correctly, I remember that if it wasn’t for my appearance, then Mr. Nakajima and Ms. Kyoka are likely to go to the Armed Detective Agency now, which will undoubtedly further weaken the power of the Port Mafia. "

Although the former leader was Dazai, occasionally Tangun still had the urge to scold him.

Dazai really died, and the things after that were not seriously arranged at all.

But he was reluctant to say this to Dazai.

Now that he has the opportunity to complain, he wants to express his emotions.

The Port Mafia has plenty of cannon fodder, but not enough top-notch available combat power.

Central Plains is also considered one, but as the leader, he is more useful now to dispatch the port mafia, rather than to fight in person; and he knows that there is a transcendent named Verlaine underground, he is very strong, but there is no way to use it at all.

Atsushi Nakajima is known as the White God of Death, but is he considered a top combat power?

Not really, his ability is too uncontrollable, and he himself seems to yearn for the light even more.

As for Izumi Kyoka...Tangun thinks she is not too reliable, it's not that she likes the bright side, she just likes to follow Atsushi Nakajima.

There is a Guangjin Liulang, but he is not self-motivated. With his qualifications, it is absolutely no problem to climb up a little bit, but he does not. This position is very comfortable, so that he was taken by Atsushi Nakajima Those who live above.

And he really felt that Verlaine, who was staying underground in the port mafia, didn't need to occupy the position of a cadre. If one of the vacancies came out, he would be able to move up to space. Only with room for improvement could he promote active competition within the port mafia, ex-ex The leader's mind is really flooded, so what if he doesn't give this position to someone who has no attachment?It cannot change the result.

"So what do you think if you were the leader of the port mafia, what would you do?" When Zhong Ye said this, there was no anger on his face, only seriousness on his face, "As an ordinary person without supernatural powers, what would you do?" .”

The purpose of this question was very clear, and Tangun couldn't help his heart beat faster.

Although Tangun didn't expect Zhong to ask this question, he has thought about it in the port mafia during this time. Even though Tangun is just a high school student who has just graduated and has never studied management, Dazai has a wealth of knowledge. The former leader with management experience taught him hand in hand, plus the things that Tangun had dealt with in the past few months, so he found himself able to tell a bunch of plans.

"The biggest difference between the Port Mafia, the Supernatural Secret Service, and the Armed Detective Agency is the upper limit. Although the Supernatural Secret Service represents the official power, it is not impossible to put pressure on them in various ways, such as political donations, port black hands The party’s investment is used to put pressure on the Supernatural Secret Service. The president of the Armed Detective Agency is not very ambitious. He is satisfied with the current scale of the Armed Detective Agency, but in terms of resources that can be mobilized, it is far more than ours. Less..." Tangun said a lot, from pros and cons to the comparison of strength to what to use to replace the supernatural beings when the number of supernatural beings in the port mafia is insufficient.

He wants to protect the gift that Dazai gave him, but after thinking about it, the port mafia is actually the most suitable place for him to play, with great freedom.

Chuya sighed softly after hearing this, and then said his real question today: "So, do you want to be the leader of the port mafia?"