After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Gang Hei's banquet location was set in a hotel on the busiest street in Yokohama.Almost from early in the morning, the members of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang arrived near the hotel to start the last security activity. Every 10 meters there will be a man in black with a gun standing guard, and there will be people in every corner and in every bush. Specially placed cameras.

Although Mori Ogai said that there is no need to be so troublesome, and no one will put himself on the gun of Gang Hei now, but Hong Kong Hei still sent a large group of people to the hotel.

Invited verbally at dawn, but actually to prevent someone from getting caught by his mustache subordinates who ran away, Dazai lay on the dining table and yawned, letting the cold glass stimulate his brain.

Guangjin Liulang calmly took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped the cold sweat that was covered with Dazai's resentful eyes.

There is a pocket watch hanging on his body, and this pocket watch has been opened countless times.

"Cough cough," Guangjin Liulang put one hand on his waist, clenched the other hand between his lips, and coughed lightly twice, "Master Dazai, please don't look at me like that."

Osamu Dazai squinted at him, then at the closed kitchen door.

A small index finger stretched out from under the table and ticked at the subordinate.

Hirotsu Yanagi didn't know, so he put his ear next to Dazai, ready to listen to the instructions of the young leader.

Only Dazai lowered his voice: "You stay here after I'm over and let him put on the clothes on the sofa."

The clothes Dazai was talking about were the ones he bought for Ozzy last time.

Guangjin Liulang looked from a distance, and felt that the dress in front of him seemed familiar. He pinched his beard and hesitated whether to express his doubts.

His good leader, however, saw his doubts.

Dazai: "That's what you think."

The leader with an inexplicably showing off tone made his subordinates pull out at least three beards.

Guangjin Liulang burst into tears of pain.

By the time Oz emerges from the kitchen, the secret conversation between good leaders and good subordinates is over.

Food exuding a beautiful smell was placed in front of the three of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, Oz, who noticed Hirotsu Liulang swallowing his saliva, was hiding a smile and added an extra set of tableware.

"Mr. Hirotsu sit down and eat a little too."

Guangjin Liulang with a cold back: "...No, no, I have already had breakfast."

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and Oz silently sighed that the working hours of the Mafia were so early, but he didn't force this gentlemanly gentleman.

It was the guy next to him, Ozzy sighed silently, and handed the water at hand to Dazai who stuck out his tongue and showed an aggrieved expression.

"It's just that I don't have a long memory. I have been scalded so many times."

Osamu Dazai held the cup and sipped water in small sips: "Then why don't you blow me cold?"

Ozzy tapped his knuckles on the table to express his dissatisfaction: "Am I an electric fan? It also has the function of blowing cold food for you."

Guangjin Liulang clasped his fingers uncomfortably, and turned his eyes away from the two people in front of him.

——Is it the cold food that is worth complaining about, rather than the intimate relationship between two people?

——Mr. Francis, you should seriously question Mr. Dazai, why do you want to serve the kid!

Of course, even though infinite thoughts flashed through his mind, Guangjin Liulang still looked calm on the surface.

If this kind of words are true, maybe Mr. Dazai will kill him and sink into Tokyo Bay.

After Ozzy stuffed the young man hanging on his arm into the car, he ushered in the long-lost silence.

Mr. Hirotsu, who is like a deacon, has already consciously gone to the kitchen to wash the dishes, which made Ozzy feel embarrassed, so he could only stand beside him and prepare coffee for him.

"Mr. Guangjin, don't you need to follow?"

"I have other tasks."

"oh, I see."

During a brief silence, Ozzy poured coffee beans into the machine.

Guangjin's subordinates paused and looked over in surprise.

"This aroma...is the high-quality coffee beans!"

Ozzy didn't know about these things. The coffee beans were all brought back by Dazai. I heard that the owner of the coffee beans couldn't finish them, so they gave them away for free?

After hearing what Oz said, Hirotsu's smile froze, and he glanced at the beautifully packaged cardboard box, feeling more and more familiar.

Why does it seem to be the batch that was lost in the warehouse in Hong Kong?It is said that a certain force specially supplied high-quality goods to Chief Sen, and they even installed several locks on the warehouse.

"By the way," Ozzy, with his head down, didn't notice the cold sweat on Hirotsu Yanagi's forehead again. He poured the brewed coffee into the cup, and by the way, praised the convenience of modern technology in a low voice, "This The next banquet..."

Ozzy organized his words and said cautiously, "Who is your target?"

Guangjin Liulang came back to his senses and took Ozzy's coffee: "Huh?"

Ozzy's expression suddenly became lost, and he interpreted Hirotsu Liulang's doubts as a deliberate refusal.

"Can't you tell me?"

"It's not impossible..." I just don't quite understand what you are asking.

Before Guangjin Liulang could finish the second half of his sentence, the sweet and greasy taste that was about to rush into the nose after entering his mouth choked his lungs and almost coughed it out.

He stared at the coffee cup in his hand, as if staring at a cup of poison.

"What did you put into the glass, Mr. Francis?"

Ozzy was confused, revealing a bunch of small plastic boxes at hand.

[-] parts saccharine, and [-] parts sugar for extra measure.

The corner of Guangjin's mouth twitched, unable to take another sip.

Ozzy: "Is it not to your taste? I'm sorry, I saw Dazai drinking it like this, so I thought everyone drank it that way... Is it too bitter? Can you add another sugar?"

Guangjin Liulang quickly waved his hand to protect the coffee cup: "No, no, I like to drink bitter."

Ozzy had "strange hobbies" written all over his face, but Hirotsu Ryuran, who discovered this, still couldn't express his complaints.

Ozzy, who felt that he could not get any news from Dazai's subordinates, changed his clothes in the hopeful eyes of the other party, and then was invited to another car.

Although he wanted to say that it would be faster to use magic, Ozzy was not very good at rejecting other people's kindness.

When they came to the hotel banquet hall, many people had already arrived earlier than Ozzy.

After getting out of the car, Ozzy noticed that other people were only allowed to pass with invitation cards.

And as soon as he entered the hall, he was stopped by a guy with an arrogant face.

The man's suit buttons were precariously stretched by his fat waist, and he held two slender beauties in red dresses in his arms, raised his chin and pointed at Ozzy and shouted loudly.

"Are you blind? I was going to bring someone in just now and you said no, why didn't you stop someone here who didn't have an invitation?"

Ozzy, who didn't have an invitation, was taken aback.

The people around were already whispering, but most of them had the mentality of watching the farce between this man and Ozzy.

Of course, there are many women who are commenting on Ozzy's looks.

The person dressed as the hotel manager immediately stepped forward to explain.

Each invitation can only bring one family member, and it is a violation of the regulations to allow a man to bring two. Who would have thought that the man would actually drive two luxury cars, which are full of supermodels.

It also has a good name: to open up meat for the juniors in Hong Kong and black.

Not to mention being able to count those two juniors on one hand, this man looks like a nouveau riche, obviously not a guy who can be associated with Hong Kong gangsters.

Just say the word "open meat".

There was another whisper around.

It is too obvious that a man wants to dedicate a beautiful woman to the top.

Oz was probably the only one present who was seriously refuting the man's words.

"The two of them are still minors, so they shouldn't be exposed to such things so early."

The rather old-fashioned remarks elicited a burst of tittering, and the man in front of him even laughed so hard that he almost fell to the ground, thanks to the two women in his arms gnashing their teeth to support his body.

The man provocatively kissed the woman in his arms on the face, and groped the woman up and down in front of Oz, allowing the woman's face to blush and her mouth to make some indecent voices.

Oz: "..."

A little pissed off.

But he never killed, nor would he kill for such a thing.

"ah."

Behind him, a slightly surprised voice sounded.

The familiar breath floated from afar and gathered on his shoulders.

Oz turned his head and saw Dazai standing behind him, looking over his shoulder.

Dazai covered his eyes with his hands, but there was a huge gap between his fingers.

Ozzy said in a deep voice, "Don't look."

Dazai let out a snort, and glanced around without a trace, and the subordinates who received the order immediately invited the other guests aside.

"Angry?" Dazai observed Ozzy's expression with some surprise, "If I knew this kind of thing would make you angry, I would..."

"What are you?"

"I'm so good, of course I won't make you angry, right?"

Dazai squinted his eyes and smiled, his eyes fell on the man, but suddenly turned to a cold killing intent.

He tugged on Raoz's sleeve and motioned for Raoz to bend down.

"A little trick," Dazai said softly, all the hot air from his mouth came to Ozzy's ears, he looked at the red tips of his ears with satisfaction, and resisted the urge to step forward and take a bite , "Want revenge?"

The two who had been whispering secretly for half a minute turned their attention to the man almost at the same time.

Inexplicably, the man who felt that the two were somewhat similar took a step back in horror, and his leather shoes made a harsh noise on the marble floor.

Oz straightened up, coughed twice and cleared his throat.

A slightly high-pitched voice resounded throughout the hall.

The deliberately elongated syllable made the man's face black.

"My God, look at all the things you do, didn't your mother teach you..."

As exaggerated as an opera, Ozzy gasped, as if what he just said was just his inadvertent mistake, he covered his mouth, his eyes were full of pity, and he even shook his head sadly.

"Oh! Maybe you don't have a mother."

The author has something to say:

Ozzy (turning secretly): Is that so?

Dazai (thumbs up): I learned super-image.

Today is the gentle and artificial (like a little green tea) Joan Oz who was taught by Dazai.

Don't learn this kind of thing from the other party, you two! (laugh