Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Somewhere in Kyoto.

High-level conjuration circles meeting on the results of the "Unnatural Death Incident on Yokohama Suibo Street".

Results report:

Result 1: Su Nuo container, Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren was confirmed dead.

Result 2: The curse spirits on Leibo Street were almost completely wiped out.Quantity destroyed: 10000+ (including first-level spells, second-level spells, third-level spells, fourth-level spells, super-level spells without death, escaped from Leibo Street without death); current surviving spells: special-level The number of curse spirits is unknown, the number of first-level curse spirits is unknown, the number of second-level curse spirits is 0, the third-level curse spirits are 0, the fourth-level curse spirits are 0, and the number of curse spirits that escaped from Leibo Street is unknown.

Result 3: Gojo Satoru, the strongest conjurer, was seriously injured and unable to move for a short time.

Result 4: The forces of the magic world successfully infiltrated Yokohama.

The report is complete.

"It seems that the harvest of this action plan is very rich. Su Nuo container died, and even the head of the Wutiao family, who is known as the strongest, was seriously injured. The progress is very smooth."

"Don't take it lightly, Gojo Satoru may have deliberately said that he was injured in order to confuse us."

"It should be true. That Xia Youjie and Nitro went to Yokohama together this morning. If he hadn't been injured, the two of them would not have gone."

"Since the Yokohama super class can hurt Gojo Satoru, if all the super classes there join forces, they should be able to kill him."

"But Wujou is dead, and our magic world is likely to be at a disadvantage."

"No, we can still cultivate new strongest ones, but those who have already bared their fangs must not be kept."

"That's right, the person with his fangs exposed is like an indeterminate.time.bomb.bomb, which may explode at any time. If we don't get rid of him now if we have the opportunity, when he explodes and counterattacks, we will really have no one." There is no way to stop him."

"..."

……

Yokohama, Yokohama train station.

Xia Youjie and Nitro stood side by side at the gate of Yokohama Railway Station.

"Going to the building at Port Mafia, Glass?"

"That's right, Gojo Satoru should be there."

"So, do you know the address of the Mafia building in the port?"

Nitro was silent because she didn't know.

Xia Youjie was also silent, because he didn't expect that Nitzi didn't know either.

"Check the map." Xia Youjie took out his phone and was about to open a map of Germany.

"Will Mafia's headquarters building be marked on the map openly?"

Xia Youjie paused, then put the phone back.

They looked at the street in front of them, there was a lot of traffic on it, every car passed them, and then sped away, but no car could take them to the Mafia building at the port.

They came here impulsively because they cared about Gojo Satoru, but they didn't expect to end up on a road they didn't know.

"Well, are you Mr. Xia You and Ms. Jiaru?"

A slightly old voice brought both of them back to their senses. Looking back, it was an uncle in his 50s with a monocle.

The uncle was wearing a black windbreaker, and he wore a brown scarf even though it was summer. His gray hair was neatly pulled back behind his head, and he had a little beard on his lips and chin. He had a very serious expression, but his voice and tone were different. As fierce as he looked, there was a hint of the gentleness of an elder.

"Yes." Xia Youjie nodded with a smile, "May I ask if you are..."

He has a natural smile, and the gentleness in his eyebrows and eyes can easily make people like him.

"I am Hirotsu Liulang from Mafia at the port. Master Chuya asked me to pick you up. Where is the car, come with me, both of you."

Guangjin Liulang raised his finger and pointed to the side, where a black car was parked impressively.

Xia Youjie and Glass looked at each other, then followed him into the car.

At a time like this, a car falling from the sky is simply a savior!

The building of Port Mafia is a black high-rise building standing in the best part of Yokohama.It seems to be just a group of clean, beautiful and brand new combined office buildings, but it is actually a strong fortress.All of its glass is bulletproof and explosion-proof, and the outermost layer of wall even reaches the level that can resist the shells fired by tanks.

Xia Youjie and Nitro got out of the car and walked into the building of Mafia at the port.

"Which floor is Wu on?" Xia You asked.

"Mr. Wujo? He's on the second basement floor." Guangjin Liulang replied.

……

The second basement level of the Port Mafia building, the temporary ward of Frankenstein's laboratory.

Zhong Ye showed up in the laboratory on the second basement floor with an insulated lunch box impatiently on his face, and the surrounding air pressure was extremely low.

Frankenstein looked at the insulated lunch boxes in his hand, and let him in clearly: "Remember to take out the insulated lunch boxes after eating."

"Understood." Cleanliness Uncle.

Nakaya answered while walking into Gojo Satoru's room.

When Chuya came in, Gojo Satoru was playing a small game on his phone.

Genius played the game well, and the score displayed on the screen already exceeded five digits.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up, then immediately smiled and turned off the phone: "Zhongye~"

In the morning, Wutiao had just changed her medicine, and she was in good spirits, but her face was still a little pale.

The strong contrast between the black eye patch and the pale skin can easily give people the illusion that he is fragile.

"Have a meal!"

Although Zhong also wanted to throw the insulated lunch box on Gojo Satoru, he restrained this desire and even opened the insulated lunch box for Gojo Satoru.

The meals in the insulated lunch box are all light and delicious food.It is very suitable for sick people to eat.

Gojo Satoru's smile became brighter.

"Is this what Zhongye did?"

Even though he was covered with a cloth towel, Chu could still feel the anticipation that was so much that it was about to overflow.

"Are you an idiot? How is that possible?" Zhongya said with a sarcastic face, "Of course it's a takeaway."

Gojo Satoru nodded. Fortunately, he was not discouraged after knowing the truth. He believed that one day he would eat the food that Chuya cooked.

Gojo Satoru picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, when he suddenly raised his head: "Zhongye."

"What happened to you?"

"Aren't you going to feed me?"

"Huh?" Zhong also had an expression on his face that your brain is broken.

In fact, he almost blurted out the words.

Why did that curse spirit hurt his brain?

"Because if you move, you will tear the wound." Gojo Satoru explained pitifully, and then he took a bite with chopsticks to prove that what he said was true. Sure enough, a little oozes from the freshly changed gauze. red.

"Okay, I'll feed you."

Chuya smiled sinisterly, picked up the chopsticks, dug a big mouthful, and slammed it directly into Wujo Wu's mouth.

"Hmm." Wutiaowu chewed his rice and said inarticulately, "Gong Yaliyinga covered it with silver Kuga shoes to save a few."

"You swallow it down."

"Hmm...ha..." Gojo Goji swallowed a big mouthful of rice, and said again, "Chuya, you should send someone to pick up Jie and Glass, it's almost time now."

"How did you know they were back?"

"Because I was hurt."

Zhong also suddenly felt that Gojo Satoru's smile was awkward.

"Okay, you finally have a reliable person from the high school of conjuration." Zhongya put down his chopsticks and called Guangjin Liulang, asking him to pick up the two people.

When Zhongya raised his head again, Gojo Satoru was obediently waiting to be fed.

"Ha ha."

Chuya sneered, and continued the almost rough feeding just now.

But someone is quite happy to eat it.

Of course, the meal was eaten very quickly, and Chuya cleaned up the tableware, and Gojo Satoru looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth on the bed.

"What are you looking at?!"

"Middle is also very virtuous." Gojo Satoru blurted out.

Such a virtuous Zhong Ye is indeed suitable for marriage.

"You guy..."

Chuya's fist gradually hardened.

But seeing the man's pale face and miserable appearance wrapped in bandages, he still couldn't do anything.

After Zhong Ye packed up, he sat on the edge of the bed, showing no intention of leaving.

"Why are you always blindfolded?" He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, can he really see this way?

"Well..." Wujo Satoru seemed to be thinking about how to answer this question. After a while, he said seriously, "Because I'm so handsome, I like me so much if I don't cover it up. I will also be very distressed, and my eyes are special, and I can see even if they are covered."

Zhong Ye: "..." Sure enough, he deserves a beating.

Zhong also ignored him and began to look down at the files on the phone.

Gojo Satoru took a fancy to Zhongya, and the pattern of Zhongya looking at the file continued for quite a while.

"Don't you need to work?"

"Because Boss asked me to come down and watch you." Chuya didn't lift his head.

No, in fact, the original words of Mori Ogai were: "Mr. Gojo suffered such a serious injury to protect you. I now order you to go to the second basement floor to stay with him until he recovers."

Chuya now seriously doubts whether his boss has reached some kind of deal with Gojo Satoru, otherwise why would he help Gojo Satoru so much? !

"Chuya, let's play the Hokkaido guessing game." Gojo Satoru suggested enthusiastically.

"Are you a child?"

"Then let's play a game of butter potatoes. The rules are simple. The side that likes butter potatoes more wins."

"What's so delicious about something so sweet?"

"Well, I won."

"If you're so bored again, I don't mind helping you sleep." Nakaya finally raised his head from the file.

"I'm craving buttered potatoes!"

Zhong Ye: "..."

Just as the conversation between the two of them reached this point, the door of the temporary lounge was suddenly opened.It was Frankenstein who opened the door.

And coming in from behind him was a man with a ball head and this woman in a white coat.

It was Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nizi.

"I heard you were injured?" Nitzi walked to the bedside, looked Gojo Satoru up and down, "You're still very energetic."

It really made him and Xia Youjie so worried, but this guy just got a little skin trauma? ? ?

"It's really worrying us, Go, Tiao, Wu!" She patted Wujo on the back vigorously while talking.

"Ah! Chuya...it hurts..." The blood from the wound kept oozing out and dyed the gauze red.

"Five!" Zhong Ye was startled, "Miss Jiarui, what do you mean?"

"It's okay, just check it." Nitrogen smiled sinisterly, but his hands didn't stop.

With that kind of strength, it would take a long time for a normal person to cough, let alone Wujo Wu is now injured?

"Chuya..." Wujo Wu's breath was weak, and his voice was pitifully small.

"It's okay, Zhongye." Xia Youjie stopped Zhongye who was in a hurry with a smile, "Wu that guy is not that fragile, he's just fatally injured."

They are so worried, they have to teach him a lesson.

Anyway, there is Zhong, and he can't use Infinity.

Chuya: "..." Are you really friends?

Gojo Satoru: "..." Aren't we good friends?

"Are you really injured?" Nitto laughed at Gojo Satoru while using the inversion technique to heal him. "It should be the highlight moment in the world of curses."

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

Xia Youjie laughed beside him without saying a word. He and Nitzi both knew that this kind of injury was nothing to Wujo Wu, so there must be a reason for Wujo Wu to do this, so None of them exposed Gojo Satoru's little trick.

He would just wait for Wujo Wu to overturn by himself, and then eat melons and watch the fun.