The cursed girl is not disqualified in the world

"What's going on with that bastard Dazai?"

Early in the morning, the beloved locomotive was blown up when Zhongyuan Zhongye had only stepped on one leg. Fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhongye had rough skin and thick flesh, and had the ability of gravity, so he didn't let himself follow the fragile The metal parts turned into fireworks in the firelight, but this was enough to ignite Zhongya's good temper.

Anyone who has experienced 38 phone calls in a row, 42 hours of intense interrogation of the enemy, and 56 hours of sleepless pursuit of the opponent, and the three events are almost carried out at the same time period, if recorded with data lines, the Central Plains In the last three days of activities, there have been highly repetitive tasks.

And these highly repetitive tasks are all thanks to Nakahara Chuya's temporary partner - Osamu Dazai.

Now, after torturing Chuya Nakahara for three days, that bastard Osamu Dazai actually blew up his locomotive when he was about to go home to rest, blew up his locomotive!

Zhongya Nakahara smashed the only remaining motorcycle helmet on the ground: "***, where is that bastard Dazai now? I must wring his head off and kick him like a ball!"

The fiery red helmet hit the ground with a bang, and because of the excessive force, it even rubbed against the marble to produce a flash of fire.

Seeing Nakahara Chuya smashing a hole in the hard marble with just one blow, the ordinary members of Port Mafia who followed behind him secretly wiped the sweat from their foreheads.Before Zhongyuanzhong also looked over, they suddenly lowered their heads, staring at the marble under their feet, trying to analyze the material of the marble with their eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the condensed atmosphere in the air, and the anger in his lungs became hotter and hotter, and two fires spewed out from his nostrils: "Speak, does anyone know where that bastard Dazai went?"

The ordinary members around were even more afraid to speak, almost to the point where they were about to suffocate themselves to death.

Zhong Yuanzhong is not the kind of person who would vent his anger on others, but whoever has experienced dozens of hours of continuous work, most of which belong to others, must prevent that 'other' from making troubles while working To be honest, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that he was able to endure until now when dealing with work, which is enough to show that his skill has been forced to improve a lot.

He ground his back teeth, took a few deep breaths, and planned to go home and sleep first, and then go to the culprit to settle the score after recovering his spirit.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists: "Bastard Dazai, just wait for me!"

"Chuya-kun, if you are going to find Dazai-kun today, I suggest you give up." Guangjin Liulang, who just came to work, heard Chuya Chuya's complaint, and he kindly dissuaded the new junior to act wisely.

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a 'ha': "Why did you give up, old man?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also knew Guangjin Liulang. When he first entered the port of Mafia, he was popularized about the identity of Guangjin Liulang, the veteran of the three dynasties.Therefore, Chuya Nakahara has always respected each other. In fact, Chuya Nakahara respects most of the members of the port mafia, except Osamu Dazai.

Hirotsu Yanagi took a puff of the cigarette, and the white smoke turned into a circle and spit out from his mouth: "I heard that Chuya-kun, you were 5 minutes late for the mission with Dazai-kun last time?"

Unexpectedly, the topic would turn to the issue of being late, Nakahara Nakahara nodded wonderingly: "There is such a thing, is it because of this incident that the bastard Dazai blew up my motorcycle?"

Realizing that it was because of this incredible answer, Chuya Nakahara's voice rose uncontrollably: "It's my fault that I was late, but that bastard can just say, why did you blow up my car!?"

Nakahara is still very concerned about the issue of his beloved car being bombed. This is a locomotive he bought after making an appointment for a long time, and there are only five in Japan.

Guangjin Liulang had already smoked two-thirds of the cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed the weak sparks with the sole of his shoe: "The port mafia once had an opponent, and the original leader wanted to cooperate with them. After the negotiation When it came to cooperation matters, the person in charge of the other party was late for 5 minutes. The Dazai-kun who was in charge of this matter tore up the cooperation agreement on the spot, and destroyed that organization within two days, bringing most of its forces into the port It is within the scope of Mafia's management. The body of the person in charge should have been eaten by the fish in Yokohama Bay."

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned: "...so exaggerated? An organization was wiped out just because it was 5 minutes late?"

The organization that can make port mafia decide to cooperate is definitely not a rotten fish and rotten shrimp, and it must have amazing strength and strength in the dark.But even such an existence was destroyed by Osamu Dazai in just two days. This is definitely not something ordinary humans can do.

"That bastard Dazai is actually not human at all..." Nakahara Nakaya suddenly felt that he just worked overtime for three days and three nights without sleep, and was blown up with a limited-edition motorcycle.

"No! How can you be frightened by that bastard Dazai on this kind of issue, and if it's really one-on-one, you can't say who will lose?" Nakahara Nakahara, who realized that he had fallen into the perspective of an ordinary person, immediately slapped himself awake.

That's what Guangjin Liulang said, and he didn't really mean to scare Chuya Zhongyuan: "Of course, I don't mean to underestimate Zhongye-kun. In fact, Zhongye-jun's strength is also one of the best in the port mafia, no matter who it is I won’t underestimate you, Zhongya-kun.”

Nakahara, who had suddenly received a compliment, had reddish earlobes, and scratched the back of his head: "Does that bastard Dazai hate people being late? Or does he hate things related to 5 minutes?"

Having already persuaded Nakahara Nakaya to go find Osamu Dazai, Hirotsu Yanagi, who was about to leave, heard these two words and glanced unexpectedly at the orange-haired boy opposite: "...Nakaya-kun's intuition is also very keen."

In fact, Zhongyuan Zhong, who has always acted on intuition, raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "Haha, it's okay."

Guangjin Liulang, who is already in his 40s, looked at the vigorous Nakahara and remembered his youth, which gave him the idea of ​​smoking another cigarette.

Before the second cigarette was lit, Nakahara also grasped the point thoroughly: "That guy Dazai suffered from the 5-minute thing?"

Guangjin Liulang stopped halfway with his hand for taking out the cigarette, and his calloused fingers curled up convulsively for a few times. He was already the head of a hundred 'Black Lizard', and he adjusted his breathing with difficulty: "...Ah, Yes."

Up to now, Hirotsu Liulang still remembers the first time he met Osamu Dazai, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, his eyes were crazy and bloodthirsty.That appearance is even scarier than the killer who has been immersed in mafia for many years. It is completely a demon crawling out of the abyss of revenge, or a dark demon that has lost its rein and treasure.

That's when Osamu Dazai encountered the '5 minutes late' incident for the first time.

It is the time when the world thinks.