Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

"Cough cough... cough... Zhongya..."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to cover his mouth, but the blood overflowing from his throat flowed out from between his fingers.

Gojo Satoru barely maintained the posture of restraining the long-haired curse spirit, and looked up.His eyes were blood red, and he could barely see the outline of Zhong Ye.

It's been a long time since I felt this way, but when was the last time?

Oh, yes, it was time to face Fuhesher.He really almost died that time.

But this time, it's different.

Under the blessing of the gravity ability, Zhong also fell sharply at an inhuman speed, so fast that his face could not be seen, leaving only a black afterimage.

But Wujo Wu is different, he can see clearly, that person is clearly angry.

"Look, you really care about me, Chuya."

"Hahaha...cough cough cough...haha..." Gojo Satoru laughed and vomited blood, feeling happier than ever before.

Almost instantly, Nakaya hung above Gojo Satoru's head, his cold eyes seemed to have announced the death of the two curse spirits.

The bone wing curse spirit withdrew its bone wings, and blood dripped from the withered and yellow bony bones, tick tick tick tick, and a small puddle fell on the ground.

The pressure is like the pressure of Mount Tai pressing down on the top.If there were ordinary humans still here, they would definitely be crushed to powder in an instant, even the bones would be turned into powder, and the curse spirit who was pushed into the ground by Gojo Satoru would have completely sunk into the ground.

The ground was also unbearable after two severe injuries, showing signs of subsidence.

All the curse spirits were prostrate at his feet, unable to raise their heads or move.

Nothing can escape the shackles of gravity.

Nakaya looked down at the ground, his gray-blue eyes were full of haze.

Only Gojo Satoru was unmoved, looking up at him with a smile on his bloodstained lips.

"Bastard Wutiao, this is the strongest you said?"

Zhong Ye was angry, he should have insisted on Xia Youjie if he knew this would happen.

Definitely more reliable than this guy.

However, I didn't realize that although Leibo Street is an ordinary disaster scene, it is very clean.

And Gojo Satoru only used one move.

"Chuya...cough cough...it hurts..."

It wasn't the first time that Zhong heard Gojo Gojo acting like a baby, but this time it really made his heart tremble.

Different from the sweet, soft and sticky one before, Gojo Satoru just looked at him and said in a weak voice that he was in pain.

Did not come to hug him, nor lean on him.

Instead, she kept a distance and looked at him quietly.

Just like a well-behaved and sensible child, the more he is quiet when he is uncomfortable, the more distressing he will be.

For the first time, Zhong also felt a kind of difference, impatience and angry irritability.

"Tsk." Nakaya suspended the weak-looking Gojo Satoru beside him, and then he fell into a difficult problem.

Gojo Satoru is [-] centimeters taller than him, and he can't fly or teleport, so how can he bring Gojo Satoru back to the Mafia building in the port?

Also more irritable.

"middle……"

"Shut up!" Nakaya said, "If you vomit blood, don't talk!"

Gojo Satoru shut up obediently.

"How can it be repaired!!!"

Just throw Gojo Satoru here, why did he rush down to save him just now?

Just as Chuya was thinking, the sound of a propeller suddenly sounded above his head.

Chuya raised his head, and the elderly Guangjin Liulang leaned out half of his body, and shouted at them: "Mr. Chuya, the leader asked us to pick you up."

"It's about time."

The helicopter lowered the rope ladder, and Nakaya boarded the plane with Gojo Satoru.

The person who flew the plane was Tachihara Michizo, who belongs to the same port Mafia as Hirotsu Ryuran.

"Master Chuya?" Tachihara Michizao turned his head and asked Chuya.

"Let's go." Zhongya said.

Gojo Satoru was already asleep at this time, apparently due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion.

Zhong Ye frowned.

"Mr. Hirotsu, Gojo is injured, you are in charge of notifying the Tokyo Conjuration High School."

"Yes."

Everyone left in a helicopter, but no one noticed that the two curse spirits on Leibo Street, who were originally high-spirited, were now wide-eyed in astonishment, unable to believe that the nightmare they had just experienced turned out to be reality.

So much so that the helicopter had disappeared into the sky, and they were still shivering, unable to recover.

That unparalleled pressure does not come from the real gravity.

It was because before Wujo Wu got on the plane, they saw those ice-blue eyes that were cold, sharp and frightening like ice cones, and at the same time so breathtaking, and the sense of oppression from the boundless spell power.

Terrible, terrible, terrible.

Obviously that white-haired man has been hurt so badly, why are they still so afraid of him?

What kind of person is that white-haired man...?

……

As soon as he returned to the Mafia building at the port, Naka also led Gojo Satoru straight to the second basement floor of the building.

The basement level of the Mafia building in the port is dedicated to detention and interrogation, while the basement level [-] is used to treat patients and save lives.

Besides Mori Ou, there is also a doctor in Port Mafia. There was a legend about that doctor in the folklore, saying that he was a man who sold his soul to the devil in order to gain strength and immortality.

The doctor traveled to various battlefields, and finally met Mori Ogai. The two had similar interests, and the doctor stayed with Mori Ogai in the port of Mafia.

The doctor's name is——

In "Doctor Frankenstein!", he also rushed into the only room on the second basement floor.

The second basement of the Port Mafia building is probably the most eerie place in the entire building.

Although the lights here are bright and bright, it is the utensils on the surface that make people feel dangerous and ominous.

Rather than saying that this is an infirmary for curing diseases and saving lives, it is more like a laboratory where experiments are being carried out.

In fact, many people died in this room, not because the rescue was ineffective, but because they made unforgivable mistakes that could not be repaid.

The chief gave them the most painful death.

"What's wrong, Xiao Zhongya?"

The entire mafia dares to call Zhongye like that, and there may be no one else except him.

The blond man in a white coat turned his back to Chuya, and turned around when he heard him calling him.

The man is tall, especially in a white coat, which makes him even more slender. He looks like a Westerner, but he can't tell his nationality. His slightly curly long blond hair is neatly entwined and hangs on his shoulders. His eyes are deep and bright. The sapphire-like curved eyes seem to be able to make people fall with just one look.

He is really beautiful, and typical beauties can easily misunderstand him as a woman from a distance, but they feel that he does not lose the fierceness of a man when viewed up close, just like the kind of handsome lovers who are loved by western ladies.

"My friend is hurt."

Zhong also put Gojo Satoru on the only table in the room that people can lie on.

"Let me take a look, Nakaya's friend." Frankenstein walked over and looked at Gojo Satoru who was lying on the table.

The tenderness in his eyes dissipated bit by bit, replaced by a creepy excitement.

Frankenstein likes three things best: "corpses," beauties, and spirits.

Now, the "corpse" is full of beauties, how can he not be excited?

"Xiaozhong, you should go out first, the next treatment process is a bit bloody, I'm afraid you will feel distressed after seeing it."

"Who would feel sorry for him!" Chuya yelled, but his ears were already blushing silently.

"Even if you don't feel distressed, I will show others the process of my treatment. If you are worried, just go to the ground and wait."

Having known each other for many years, Nakaya naturally understood Frankenstein's rules, and after looking back for the last time, he walked out of the laboratory on the second basement floor.

"There's no need to pretend, I can tell you're fine just by listening to your breathing." Frankenstein's tone was rather regretful, "I thought there was another material (shi) (ti) that could be used for experiments."

"It sounds really regrettable." Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.

"Judging from the amount of bleeding, it should be that the lungs were punctured, but now you are breathing normally and have not been affected by the puncture of the lungs at all. Since you can heal yourself, why don't you heal together with the trauma?"

"Oh, well, of course there is another purpose."

"I see." Frankenstein nodded.

"But, please, Dr. Frankenstein, bandage me up."

"Of course." Frankenstein said, while cutting Gojo Satoru's clothes.

Gojo Satoru was in good shape, his clothes were cut open, revealing his neatly arranged abdominal muscles.

The fly in the ointment was a huge blood hole on his body. Although the blood no longer oozes, the slightly turned edge still looks scary.

Frankenstein's hands were fast and steady. He picked up clothes, wiped the blood, disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged the whole process in less than 10 minutes.

"All right."

Gojo Satoru looked down at his bandage-wrapped chest, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "Thank you."

……

Tokyo Conjuration High School.

Nitro had just hung up the phone, his eyes were a little dull.

Because she heard something unbelievable to her—Gojo Satoru was seriously injured.

This kind of thing is about as ridiculous as all curses are cured.

Nitro thought for a second, and felt that Xia Youjie, who was his close friend, should also know about this matter. If the matter was so serious, then she could consider going to Yokohama with Xia Youjie.

At this time, Xia Youjie was still watching the children fight, no, he was watching the children practice in actual combat.

It is still Zenyuan Maki and Miyazawa Kenji who are fighting fiercely, probably because only when the two of them are practicing sparring can they stretch out without hesitation.

So when he heard Nitro announced the news to him, he couldn't help being stunned for two seconds.

It seemed to be teasing him.

To tell a joke, Gojo Satoru was seriously injured.

Xia Youjie: "Are you serious?"

Nitro nodded very firmly.

Xia Youjie fell silent.

"Glass, go to Yokohama with me tomorrow to take a look. If Wuzhen is seriously injured, your reversal spell should be useful."

"it is good."