Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Mori Ogai was sitting in front of the conference table, with his slender legs gracefully folded together, and the crystal goblet in his hand was filled with wine that was as rare as a ruby.

After more than 20 years of long-term precipitation, Latour was once called the emperor of wine by a certain sommelier.

There is no doubt that this is a good wine from Nakaya. After all, he is the only one in Mafia in the whole port to have such a high-quality red wine.

Alice in a pink dress was sitting in the corner, enjoying her cake to her heart's content, not noisy, very well-behaved.

Mori Ogai twitched his lips when he heard the door open.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Gojo family..."

Before the words "The Patriarch" could be said, Mori Ogai's voice stopped abruptly. In fact, even he did not expect the other party to be dressed in such a suit.

And there was no sense of incongruity.

interesting.

Gojo Satoru, who was wearing blue and white Lolita, walked to the opposite side of Mori Ogai with graceful steps, and his small white high heels stepped on the marble floor, making a very rhythmic sound of clicking and clicking.

"Hi! You are the Boss of Chuya, and thank you for your help before." Gojo Satoru sat down without being surprised.

"You don't have to be polite about that kind of thing. After all, if you are with the cadres of our port Mafia, it is also a good thing for our port Mafia, but those things are not important." Mori Ogai put down his glass and became serious.

"Indeed, we have more important things to do."

"That is to say! This matter is really important!" Mori Ogai pointed at Gojo Satoru, "Where did you buy that little Lolita dress?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at himself.

"Oh, this one, it's made to order, because there's no size I can wear in the store." Gojo Satoru asked as if he understood something, "Uncle, don't you like it too?"

Their principal is an uncle who likes to make felt dolls, so it's not surprising that he likes to wear women's clothes.

"No, I just think that if this dress is worn on Alice-chan..."

Mori Ogai seemed to be in a fantasy, his cheeks blushed a little, and his face was intoxicated.

"Hey, are you right, Alice-chan~?"

"I don't want it!" The little girl in the corner refused very simply.

Mori Ogai, who was rejected, instantly collapsed, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, feeling miserable like "my daughter's rebellion broke my heart".

"Alice-chan, how about wearing it? It's cute, super cute~" The ending sounded endlessly, biting a handkerchief and pitifully begging the little girl to fulfill his wish.

Facing the scene of a 30-year-old uncle acting like a baby to a teenage girl, Gojo Satoru still didn't change his face, and even watched with great interest.

"Absolutely not!" The little girl refused again, this time with an even more absolute tone than last time.

"But if the uncle wants it, it's not impossible to discuss it." Gojo Wulan narrowed his eyes, put his hands and fingers on the table, and showed the momentum of negotiation.

"Oh?" Mori Ogai also put away the coquettishness and pity just now, became interested, and his eyes became sharper. He asked in a deep voice, "What conditions do you have, Gojo-kun?"

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two of them was tense, as if they were about to pull out a gun and hit each other on the forehead in the next second.

"My condition is very simple." Gojo Satoru casually spit out two words, "Chuya."

"I see." Mori Ogai's tense face became even more gloomy when he heard the words, "If this is the case, there is no other way."

"Really." Gojo Gojo expressed regret.

"That's right, after all, Chuya is the strongest force in my port Mafia." Mori Ogai sighed silently, "When you want to find him, I will try my best to cooperate, Gojo-kun."

"That's really great." Gojo Satoru is also a happy person, and a few small Lolita dresses are nothing to him, "Uncle, you can just tell me what color and style you like, our tailor from Gojo's family Very powerful."

"Thank you so much." Mori Ogai was so moved that he almost cried.

All in all, both men who made some sort of deal were happy.

"Then now is the real business." Gojo Gojo brushed his snow-white hair and said in a serious tone.

"Yeah, it's time to talk about business."

"About that Saibo Street, I actually have some questions I want to ask."

"You ask."

"First," Gojo Satoru held up his index finger, "How many deaths have been caused by that thing in Yokohama so far?"

"Do you count the people who died in Leibo Street?"

"of course."

"More than 400 cases." Mori Ogai replied, "But the people who died in Raibo Street were all people from illegal organizations, and no one would care if they died, and those so-called upper-level people would be happy to see it." Well, after all, those monsters will help them get rid of those malignant gangs on Lei Bo Street."

"What about outside Leibo Street?"

"Outside Leibo Street, a total of 47 cases of disappearance and 47 cases of death occurred. Eleven of the death cases could not be identified. If [-] people disappeared, it is not certain that the missing person is the so-called curse spirit. Caused."

"Indeed." Hearing the huge number, Gojo Satoru couldn't help frowning slightly, "Everyone who can't determine the identity of the deceased means..."

More than 4000 people died in Leibo Street.

In other words, Leibo Street may, almost be wiped out.

"Yes, that thing only left some residues on the body that can be determined to be human."

"Then second," Gojo Satoru stretched out his second finger, "When did this incident start?"

"It is still uncertain when it started, but it can be traced back to two months ago at the earliest."

"How do you know so much detail?"

"Don't underestimate the intelligence network of Mafia at our port. Most of the Leibo Street are illegal organizations. Several organizations have disappeared. We still know when they disappeared."

"I see." Wujo nodded understandingly.

It turned out to be the case.

The people above deliberately lied about the situation and asked him to assess the degree of danger, and directly sent Yuzhang Yuren and Gou Juanji to Leibo Street, causing both of them to be seriously injured.

In fact, he thought that the people above would do this in order to take the opportunity to get rid of Su Nuo's container, but what he didn't expect was that they lied so much.

The high-level people are really high-level people, and they are all weak to death. In this kind of matter, their brains are unexpectedly brilliant.

"What's wrong, Gojo-kun?"

"No, it's nothing." Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a very happy mood, "I will go to Leibo Street with Chuya in the evening, and that time is the most active time for the mantra spirit."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Gojo-kun."

"Of course, I'm a professional at expelling curses."

"Also, don't forget our agreement, Gojo-kun."

"Of course I won't forget, don't worry, uncle."

"Well, I wanted to say something just now, Gojo-kun."

"what?"

"It's really impolite to call you uncle. After all, I'm older than you. If you want to call me, you should also call me Mr. Sen." Mori Ou pushed his glasses away.

"Okay. Dear uncle."

When Gojo Satoru walked out of the room, Chuya was still waiting outside the door.

The short and slender man seemed to be bored, so he lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the wall, and smoked once in a while.

The milky white smoke that he exhaled obscured his face, which was too beautiful to be true.

"Chuya, let's go."

"Yeah, go to Leibo Street and crush them!"

Before reaching the elevator, Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped.

"Ah, Chuya, wait for me a little longer."

"What?"

"I want to go back and change my clothes. It's too inconvenient to fight. And..."

Halfway through the conversation, Gojo Satoru suddenly hesitated.

"what?"

"Besides, my underpants can only be seen in the middle." Gojo Satoru showed an almost shy expression while speaking.

Chuya: "...Get out!!!"