Boss vest is omnipotent

The young man who had gone away with Zhongyuan Zhongye specially turned his head to show Verlaine a triumphant smile when he was about to leave the house.

He just knew that Osamu Dazai would not obediently let him fight, and probably wanted to get something out of this matter.

Verlaine sat back in his original position, picked up the teapot and planned to pour himself a glass of water to calm himself down, but saw a piece of paper under the teapot with sharp eyes.He narrowed his eyes and picked the note away with his little finger.

A few words were written inside with a red pen. Although the handwriting was scribbled but quite delicate: [Thank you, Rangzhong also owes me another favor~]

There is also a picture of the head of a villain who feels spiritually polluted at a glance.

Verlaine clenched his fists uncontrollably, and a bright red cross appeared on his forehead.Thanks to his good self-cultivation, he didn't scold aloud. Who knows how long this thing has been prepared, and it calculated him, and also calculated Chuya. Does it really deserve to be Osamu Dazai?

Sure enough, no matter who Dazai is, it is not a good thing.

……

He didn't think there was a problem with his behavior at all, and the dark-hearted and thick-skinned guy who didn't even sneezed happily followed behind Nakahara Chuya.Zhong Yuanzhong had no intention of chatting with him, so he followed quietly.

It's just that the road is getting more and more sideways.There is only one path to the chief's office, which is the only straight ladder, but Zhongyuanzhong doesn't seem to be heading in that direction.

Chieda Chisho never thought that Mori Ogai would meet him outside the chief's office, after all, that was the safest place for the port mafia.Although there is nothing he can do with Zhongya in the Central Plains, there is no need to change to another place.

"Didn't you say you're going to see Mr. Mori?" Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, he said.

"You were injured just now." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't look back, the arc drawn in the air by the long black coat was very beautiful, "Go to the medical unit first."

The young man with black shaggy hair was stunned for a moment, then he chased after him with a smile, and walked side by side with Zhong Yuanzhong, "You care about me so much, do you finally realize that there is no future here? We still need a service in our store If you come, I will go to play the piano full-time."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either, but his pace was even faster.

"Slow down, you also know that I'm a wounded person—" The guy didn't know how to accept it, and he didn't know that Zhong Yuanzhong had already exhausted his strength and continued to challenge his endurance, "Or do you want to go to the kitchen? It's okay to help..."

"You guy, you talk too much." Zhong Yuanzhong also unceremoniously pushed him into a room where groups of people in white coats were sitting, looking at the scene in front of them in astonishment.

Zhong Yuanzhong finally couldn't maintain his usual calm expression, and with obvious anger on his face, he said to the young man in white clothes, "Do you want to go to the leader with a smell of blood all over your body? Don't be kidding, this It is disrespectful to the leader."

"Mr. Nakahara..." A man who looked like a doctor stood up and looked at Nakahara Chuya hesitantly, as well as the young man in white who lowered his head and chuckled and coughed, his eyes widened, "Mr. Dazai?"

"Hi...cough cough." Although the people in front of him didn't know each other, "Dazai" still raised his hand and waved to them familiarly, but then coughed in a low voice.

"You guys deal with this guy, we're going to see the leader in a while." Nakahara Chuya folded his hands on his chest and ordered indifferently.

"Yes." Now that the cadres have said so, the people in the medical team have no reason to refuse, and they are busy.

The injury was treated quickly, and one of the women took a cotton swab and wiped it on the blood-stained white dress, and the blood disappeared miraculously.

"Thank you very much, miss."

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw that guy holding the female doctor's hand, and said gently and affectionately, "If it weren't for you, I would definitely be rude in front of Mr. Mori."

The female doctor who was held by him blushed in an instant, and she withdrew her hand and backed away repeatedly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted through his nose, and urged in an arrogant tone. It wasn't that he was really domineering, but he was used to using this tone all the time, "I'm also very busy, and I don't have time to play games with you."

"Yes." "Dazai" stood up and smiled slightly, "Then let's go."

The office of the head of the port mafia is not only the safest place in the port, but there may not be a stronger barrier in the world. It is impossible for ordinary bullets to penetrate the glass there. Even if a tank comes over, it will take a while to overcome it. .

At this moment, the four walls of the office are all black, only the dim light illuminates a part of the area, and the structure of the entire office cannot be seen clearly.

And these are not difficult problems for "Dazai". He is very clear about the structure here, and he also knows that the seemingly ordinary wall on the left will turn into a transparent glass like a French window after electrification. The whole view of Yokohama.

Although in the past four years, he has only used this function once.

A man in black sat behind a black leather office chair, his hair was combed back, and a dark red scarf was draped over the black coat.

Quite familiar dress and position, but that person is not himself.

"Mr. Mori." "Dazai" said to the person, "I have already received the payment for the last bill. You asked me to come here this time, do you want to make up for my service fee?"

Mori Owai showed a helpless smile. There were four tall men in black standing behind him on both sides, all holding guns and always on guard.At the door not far away, the gravitational force of the port mafia stood guard, his lowered hat covered his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Alice is not here, and she doesn't know where to hide.

"Dazai-kun seems to like your current job very much." Mori Ogai said with a smile, but his eyes were quite sharp, "How much monthly salary does your current boss offer you?"

"This..." He lowered his hands, raised his head slightly and thought, "So far, I'm still paying back money, begging the boss to let me continue working."

Mori Ogai choked for a moment, and looked at him very regretfully, "That's great, I'm a little envious of him."

"So, why did you ask me to come here?" "Dazai" didn't answer his question, and went straight to the point, "If you're asking about salary, just ask last time."

Mori Ogai put his hands on the table, with a gentle and indifferent smile on his face, and said to him, "I have a commission to entrust to you."

Following his words, a screen fell behind "Dazai", shining from the projector above Mori Ogai's head, and began to automatically play a video.

The young man in white turned around and looked at the picture on the screen.

It was a warehouse patrolled by men in black suits, clearly members of the port mafia.The two teams met, exchanged codes and switched defenses.

However, just as the replaced team was about to leave, someone suddenly sensed something, pointed a gun in a certain direction, and shouted, "Who is it!"

Everyone else stood on guard and raised their guns.

After a long time, a man came out from a hidden corner. He was tall and tall, wearing a black armor, like a knight in a classical novel, surrounded by mist, walking towards them step by step.

"Who are you! Don't go any further!"

A sense of oppression could be felt even through the screen, and one member at the scene seemed so frightened that he accidentally fired a shot.

The bullet hit him, but was bounced off by the armor directly, with only a crisp sound.

The "knight" picked up a branch from the ground, and immediately emitted mist like him, and was held in his hand like a sword.An ominous red light emerged from his helmet, watching these ordinary humans.

——I don’t know what it is, but it’s not human after all.

"I told you not to come here again!"

One of them was greatly frightened, and shot at him. The bullets made crisp sounds on the armor of the "knight", but did not stop his pace.

The "Knight" seemed to be enraged by the sudden attack, and shouted to the sky: "Arrrrr—tttthur—"

He rushed towards the Mafia, waving the branch he had just picked up from the ground.

……

The picture was interrupted at this point, "Dazai" looked at the screen, his expression and eyes were very calm, without a trace of emotion.

"This is the monitoring content three weeks ago." Mori Ogai showed a worried expression, "Then, many places of the port mafia were attacked. In addition, ordinary people were also injured."

"It's really a pity." The young man in white said calmly, but his tone had a sense of being an outsider who didn't care about what happened to me. "I hope you can catch the prisoner as soon as possible."

"Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai called his name again, and when he saw the young man turned his head to look at him, his tone softened, "I want to entrust you with this task."

"Leave it to me." "Dazai" repeated his words, "I am not your subordinate, and I have never been with you. What is your position to order me?"

Mori Ogai didn't speak, just smiled and motioned him to continue looking at the screen.

The scene this time was in an alley, and several ghosts suddenly appeared around the ocher-haired young man. They had exactly the same appearance as the cadre in the room, but they were completely different in attire.

"According to the analysis, these "ghosts" and the "knight" of that day have the same substance around them. "Mori Ogai said lightly, "Before receiving this monitoring, Mr. Chuya also went to round up that "knight", but he returned without success. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his hat a little and lowered his head.That day he went to see Osamu Dazai precisely because of this matter, but he walked into that coffee shop for some reason on the way home.

"We can't do harm to those things, Chuya-kun..." Mori Ogai said vaguely, he was sure that Osamu Dazai would definitely respond.

He took out a card from the drawer, picked up the quill on the table, and lowered his head to write something.

"Or, that thing appeared because of Dazai-kun... Dazai-kun, are you listening to me?" Mori Ogai asked suddenly.

"Ah, I seem to be listening." "Dazai" said lazily, he walked to Mori Ogai's desk, and the guards behind Mori Ogai immediately raised their guns and aimed at him.

But he turned a blind eye and picked up the cardboard that Mori Ogai had just written.The ink print on it was not dry yet, so "Dazai" shook it twice casually to speed up its drying.

"The Oracle of Silver". The young man pinched it with two fingers, and looked at the words on it under the dim light, "Write my name, are you not afraid that I, who used to be the leader, will take this opportunity to take away everything from you?" "

"Of course I'm scared." Mori Ogai sighed and smiled softly, "But Dazai-kun said that he has no interest in the mafia."

"Or maybe I will do this kind of thing just to disgust you."

"That's really too bad." Mori Ogai said indifferently, looked at the door of the room, and called, "Nakaya-kun."

The red-haired young man in the long black coat immediately walked towards here, he took off his hat, and knelt down on one knee at a place still some distance away from Mori Ogai's desk.

"leader."

"Chuya-kun, let's act as Dazai-kun's support for now."

"Ha, with this guy?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked with a surprised expression.

"Well, please. After all, I can't completely trust Dazai-kun, so that I can continue to sit in this position, and also because Chuya-kun is still loyal to me, please accept this task." Mori Ogai completely Don't care Dazai is also on the side, said.

"...I see." Zhongyuan Zhong also agreed, in short, it was impossible for him to refuse the leader's order.

"Please give me more advice, this "Chuya-kun". "The young man in white said with a smile, he knew that this would make Zhongyuan uncomfortable.

"Shut up, I'd rather team up with another me." Zhong Yuanzhong muttered unconvinced, turning his head away from him.

"It's not possible so far." "Dazai" showed a mysterious expression, he rolled his eyes and smiled, "Chuya is busy now."

Busy with uninvited guests.