Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Gojo Satoru slept all night in the one-person apartment arranged for him by Yamada Kei.

The Patriarch of the Wutiao Family, who has been pampered since childhood and is used to living in big houses, said that he has never lived in such a small house, which is even smaller than the single-person dormitory in Mangao. Even though it is very clean and tidy, it cannot change that it is only a dozen square meters fact.Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs. There is not only a bathroom, but also an open simple kitchen for him to cook some simple meals for himself.

But the problem is, Gojo Satoru can't cook.

The strongest who was finally defeated by hunger chose to take out his mobile phone and order a takeaway for himself.

While scrolling through various dessert shops, he lamented that takeaway is really another great invention of mankind after the mobile phone in the 21st century.

"Oh, at this time, Chuya probably hasn't gone to work yet." Gojo Satoru looked at the time displayed on the phone and said to himself.

At this time, 8:16, was about the time when Zhonghui would go out.

"Well, let's order some takeaway and send it to Chuya~" Gojo Satoru happily flipped through his phone.

What should I eat with Chuya?

Ah, this one, you can customize it yourself, it looks very good.

Customize a sweet cake for yourself and Zhongya.

Gojo Satoru filled in the address of the Mafia building in the port, Chuya's name and mobile phone number, quickly placed the order, and then made a bunch of requests to the store, and explained the design concept of the cake he wanted to customize in a very professional manner After that, he put down the phone contentedly.

He even wrote the pen himself, drew a design of the cake and took a picture of it for the shopkeeper.

Afterwards, he even admired the design drawing for a few minutes with some satisfaction.

At this time, the haute couture cake shop on the other side.

The designer who received the cake design: "..." Forgive him for not being able to understand this kind of abstract post-modern art.

Mr. Cake Designer, who has designed countless cakes and won many honors in this field, stared at the drawing for 10 minutes and doubted his aesthetic ability for the first time.

After ordering the takeaway, Gojo Satoru sat on the bed and stared at the little gray figure riding a scooter on the delivery map on the phone screen. For half an hour, he kept staring until the delivery status was displayed outside.

Then he took a rough look at the delivery route and calculated when and where the little gray man would pass.

When everything was ready, Gojo Satoru put away his phone with a serious expression, stood in front of the mirror, and carefully adjusted his clothes and eyepatch. He didn't stop until he couldn't find anything wrong with himself, and then took Put on the peaked cap he had prepared a long time ago.

He glanced at the time on his phone one last time.

9 points.

well!It's time to go.

Gojo Satoru smiled at himself in the mirror, and in the next second, there was no sign of him here.

When the delivery boy saw a white-haired man in black, wearing a peaked cap, and a black eyepatch suddenly appearing in front of him, he thought he had accidentally provoked someone during the delivery process. A big brother on the road, so I came to him to seek revenge.

Moreover, this person who came to seek revenge seemed to have some unspeakable eye problems.

The takeaway boy couldn't help but cast aside himself in his heart. He couldn't even guarantee the services for the disabled. He really embarrassed them in the service industry.

But when he thought that the other party might be looking for him to seek revenge, he couldn't help but feel sad. After all, in their business, he had to learn to endure unreasonable complaints and unexplained bad reviews from customers.

Now there is even this kind of revenge? !

Although this happened to him, the kind-hearted delivery boy couldn't help worrying whether his colleagues would encounter the same situation as him.

When Gojo Satoru saw this delivery boy who had been caught in his own brain, he couldn't help but think of his first robbery... Ah no, the delivery boy he helped for the first time was full of passion and enthusiasm for his work.

I couldn't help but feel kinder in my heart.

So he showed a pure smile in the slightly terrified and sad eyes of the other party.

"Little brother, I beg you to do me a favor."

"What... what's busy, tell me."

When the delivery boy saw his smile, he immediately raised his vigilance, because he remembered a movie he had seen, in which the perverted killer showed such a harmless smile, and then started killing people.

"Don't be so nervous..." Gojo Satoru said helplessly, "That's right. My lover's takeaway is delivered by you. I want you to make it easier for me."

Gojo Satoru took out a stack of checks while talking, and waved it in front of the delivery boy, "There will be a pay."

The takeaway boy's eyes followed the shaking check, and he nodded stupidly after hearing the word "remuneration".

"Ok."

"Very well, then I won't be polite~" Gojo Satoru opened the takeaway box on the back seat of the delivery boy's motorcycle with a smile, and found the exquisite and unique cake box from it at a glance.

He carefully lifted the cake box and put it aside, then took out the ballpoint pen that the delivery boy had pinned in his breast pocket, and wrote a few strokes on the check.

"Thank you~" Tore it off and patted it on the chest of the delivery boy.

As soon as he finished speaking, he carried the cake box and disappeared in front of the delivery guy.

The delivery boy picked up the check dumbly, only seeing the amount on it.

1000...

JPY? ? ?

Signature: Xia Youjie.

Delivery boy: "..." I still need you to give me 500 yuan? ? ?I can earn so much by delivering two extra orders myself! ! !

In the future, this guy named Xia Youjie won't take takeout orders! ! !

However, Gojo Satoru, who was away, couldn't feel the anger of the delivery boy.

When Gojo Satoru came to the entrance of the Mafia building at the port, it happened to be the time when everyone went to work one after another.

"Excuse me, is Chuya here? I'll deliver food for him." Gojo Satoru casually grabbed a person who was about to enter the building, and raised the cake box in his hand, signaling to the other party that what he said was true.

"Huh?" The man was obviously very cautious. He looked Wujo Wujo up and down. After confirming Wujo Wujo's identity, he nodded, "I am a direct subordinate of Mr. Chuya, and Mr. Chuya has come to the building a long time ago."

Recently, Gojo Satoru is well-known in the port of Mafia, not to mention that everyone knows him, but it's not much different.

Moreover, Mr. Mori gave a secret order that as soon as he saw Gojo Satoru, he would consciously take him to find Chuya, or expose Chuya's information.

As for the behavior of Mori's takeaway staff, he himself said: Isn't this all for the port Mafia to have a big boost?

So Gojo Satoru came to the floor of Chuya's office under the leadership of the so-called direct subordinate of Chuya.

The direct subordinate knocked on the door, and Chuya's voice came from the office.

"what's up?"

"Master Chuya, a man came here just now and said he was delivering food for you."

"I didn't order takeaway, let him go out."

"But..." But the delivery man was right next to me.

Straight subordinate helpless JPG.

Gojo Satoru seemed to dislike the inefficiency of their conversation, so he kicked the door open with a "bang".

Fortunately, the various facilities in the Mafia building at the port did not cut corners, otherwise the door of Zhongye's office would have been in jeopardy with just one kick.

"Hi ~ Chuya, I'm here to deliver food to you~"

Zhong also clenched his fist, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and when Wujo came to his senses, he punched without hesitation.

"Where did you go last night, bastard?!!!"

Gojo Satoru hurriedly lifted the cake box to avoid being broken by Chuya.

This was a surprise he had prepared for Zhong Ye with all his heart.

Wujo Wusheng received this punch, and he was fine with the infinite driving, but Zhongye, who had a real sense of attack, was stunned.

He didn't expect that the other party didn't dodge and suffered the punch for life.

However, Gojo Satoru just looked down at the place where Chuya was beaten, raised his head, tilted his head, and smiled: "Has Chuya calmed down?"

"Why... why don't you run away, idiot." Zhong also frowned, cursing Gojo Satoru on his lips, but felt a little distressed in his heart.

He knew how much strength he had used. This person was punched stupidly, and it must have hurt.

"Because I like it, I seem to be very angry." Gojo Satoru had a gentle smile on his face.

"Because you are very angry, it doesn't matter if I ask you to hit me."

"It's... it's not because you spent all night yesterday..." Zhong Ye suddenly got stuck in the middle of the sentence.

How could he let Gojo Satoru know that he had looked for him last night? !

"What happened last night? How did Chuya know that I didn't come back all night? Did you look for me?"

Gojo Satoru's smile remained unchanged, but every time he asked a question, he seemed so aggressive.

"I... How could I find you, bastard?! What does it matter to me whether you die or get hurt?! If that old guy Frankenstein said you didn't come back, how would I know?!" I was also anxious to be asked, and couldn't help but blushed and shouted out.

Chuya, who was thinking about being honest yesterday, completely forgot when he saw this guy today.

However, these words sounded to Wutiao Wu's ears, and somehow there was a sense that there was no silver 300 taels here.

Accidentally couldn't hold back, he laughed even more heartily.

"Chuya, are you worried about me?"

Chuuya heard Gojo Satoru's question, and suddenly fell silent, his hidden little thoughts were blatantly pierced, and Chuuya's cheeks felt hot for a moment.The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, he endured the heat on his cheeks, pretended to be calm and said with a mocking face: "What are you talking about? How could I be worried about you?"

Gojo Satoru didn't care about Chuuya's sarcasm, as if he was conniving at Chuuya's statement.

He knew it, he always knew it.

In fact, Zhongya was just caring about him in his own awkward way.

How could he not like such a kind and lovely Chuya?

"Well, Chuya, let's eat cake."

"Huh?" Zhong also was quickly distracted, "What's so delicious about this sweet thing?" But if you beg me, I will reluctantly take a bite.

Gojo Gojo seemed to understand Chuya's mind, and raised the cake box in his hand like offering a treasure: "Take a bite, this is a cake I specially customized for Chuya."

He put the cake box on Zhongye's desk, and opened the cake box very solemnly, revealing the whole picture of the cake inside.

The style of the cake is very ordinary, just this flat cylinder, and the color matching is very... hard to describe.

The combination of dark to light blue and dark to light orange looks like a palette used by a street painter who is not good at learning, or it looks like the random graffiti of a child who does not know colors , full of simple and original artistry.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a cake.

Zhong also doubted his own eyes a little: "...Is this what you said was specially customized for me?"

"Well, there are indeed some discrepancies." Gojo Satoru nodded.

"But I clearly showed him my design drawings, and what I drew is definitely not like this!"

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, clicked on the scheme design drawing he had taken, and showed it to Chuya, in order to prove his innocence.

Nakaya looked sideways, and saw only a flat rectangle and lines on it that seemed random at first glance, similar to patterns.

Chuya: "..." He suddenly felt that this cake can be made like this according to this picture, which already shows the high artistic attainments of the baker.

At least, the cake looks like a stream of consciousness abstraction.

And Gojo Satoru's design drawings are completely graffitied by elementary school students.

Gojo Satoru also felt the embarrassment of the atmosphere, cut off a piece of cake and handed it to Chuya.

"Let's try it first."

Zhong also took a bite of the cake.

So sweet.

It was sweeter than any cake he had ever eaten, and after one bite.That kind of sweetness has been occupying his tongue all the time, and he can't drive it away.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Wujo Satoru asked excitedly.

He remembered that Zhong didn't like sweets, but he ate the cake he gave.

With an indescribable expression on Zhong Ye's face, he said, "Try it yourself."

"Huh? Isn't it delicious?" He obviously read the evaluation of this cake shop about the taste, and they were all unanimously praised.

Gojo Satoru took a big bite.

Then he took another big mouthful under Chuuya's astonished eyes.

Wujo·Sweet Food Fanatic Party·Wu: "It's delicious!"

Chuya: "..." Do you have a normal tongue?

Then there was another knock on the door.

"Master Chuya, Mr. Mori asked me to send you some information, saying that you will be fully responsible for this matter."

"come in."

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes with a cake fork in his mouth, and watched a man in a black suit walk in with a blue folder.

"Master Chuya, this is it."

"Well, you can go out after that." Chuya said.

The man put the folder next to the cake, and then walked out of Chuya's office very consciously.

Boss said, don't disturb Master Chuya's love affair!

"What's the matter?" Gojo Satoru immediately came over.

"What are you doing about our port Mafia?"

"Because Yokohama is not peaceful recently, I can serve as Chuya's personal bodyguard." Gojo Satoru deliberately re-read the word personal.

Zhong also chuckled disdainfully: "Heh, a person who has been seriously injured twice is not qualified to say such things?"

"That was intentional." Gojo Satoru suddenly showed a conceited smile, "If I'm serious, I only need one move, and Leibo Street might explode a second time~"

Zhong ignored him, obviously didn't believe his words, but opened the folder, the content of the information was about the introduction of the hunting dog.

The first page is the leader of the hounds, Fukuchi Sakurachi.

He looks like an older but hale and hearty uncle, with three scars on his left cheek, his sharp eyes staring forward like hounds, even if it is only a one-inch photo, you can feel the majesty of this person in the photo.

However, the most special thing about this man is his forehead, which is directly connected to the skull and head with sutures.

Zhong also immediately revealed a disgusted look, and in that look, it seemed that some bad complex emotions were still faintly suppressed.

"Has the brain been involved in the experiments done by the military and police? It's really disgusting."

And Gojo Satoru, who had already put down the cake box and cake fork, looked at the photo with a cold expression.