What if the lord is too popular

"Hello, I'm the show producer for the nightly news. My name is—"

[Yue Yan].

This name is like a nuclear bomb exploding in Yaozai's ears, it is clearly unfamiliar but deafening.

Yaoya met the man's plum red pupils, and remembered the conversation he had with his father when he was a child:

[But father, how can I find Ghost Mai Tsuji.I don't even know what he looks like. ]

[Son, you'll find him.The heir to the Ubuyashiki family could recognize the man just by looking at him. ]

Until this moment today, the prophecy of the deceased father has finally come true without reservation.

Yaoya suppressed his beating heart, tightly grasped the sleeve of the kimono with his left hand, stretched out his right hand without changing expression:

"Hi, first time meeting. I'm—"

[Yaozai Birth House].

A few words were spoken loudly by him.

Yaozai might be able to hide his name for short-term self-protection, but he gave up doing so.

because-

He stared at the man's pale face from beginning to end, so he didn't miss the red eyes that were closed for a moment.

Yaozai thought that he had already got the answer he wanted.

"Ubuyashiki...?"

The man took his hand and looked at him unabashedly.

"I have an old friend who seems to have the same last name."

[like].

Yaozai smiled but not smiled:

"Really? That's a coincidence. Because this surname seems to be rare."

[like].

"I don't know how your friend is doing now?"

Yue Yan closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly, pondered for a moment and showed regret:

"Ah, I heard that she died tragically more than ten years ago. What a pity."

The man said "What a pity", but the corner of his mouth was out of place with a bright smile.

Yaozai's expression changed suddenly when he heard that, his father passed by the construction site when he was less than ten years old, and was crushed to death by steel bars falling from the sky.

His violet eyes, always rippling with tenderness, boiled with anger.

The two held each other's hands tightly, staring at each other without giving an inch, seeing nothing around them.

The desperate struggle is on the verge of breaking out.

At this time, someone suddenly inserted a stick.

The red-haired young man firmly grabbed the man's hand and held it. Looking at his contemptuous red eyes, he smiled neither humble nor humble:

"Good evening, Mr. Tsukihiko, my name is Chuya Nakahara. My occupation is—"

[Port Mafia, officer. ]

After a while, Yue Yan's eyes focused on the young man's face, and he did not hesitate to admire:

"I didn't expect to meet the famous members of Port Mafia with my own eyes. It's really an honor for me."

Zhong Yuan proudly raised his eyebrows, and heard the man change the subject:

"I hope that Mr. Zhongyuan can restrain his vicious side as much as possible during the live broadcast. After all, as a producer, I need to be responsible for the ratings of the show."

There is no room for the other party to fight back when adults praise and criticize secretly.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Nakahara Chuya crunched Yue Yan's hand and grinned:

"I don't think you need to worry at all. The Mafia is well known to seldom show up on TV. Let alone at the cadre level. So—"

[Old... I am the ratings guarantee myself. ]

Chuya's black cloak was rattling by the wind that leaked through the gap in the window.

With his confident posture, he is handsome and unrestrained.

"Hmph, let me wait and see."

Tsukihiko snorted, cast a last glance at Yashiki Yoya, and left with a frosty face.

pat—

The door of the dressing room was slammed shut.

Zhong Yuan also shrugged, raised his hand habitually to straighten his hat, unexpectedly only touched his own smooth and silky hair.

"……cut."

He clicked his lips as if nothing had happened, and his expression darkened slightly when facing Yaozai.

"What happened to you just now? It feels like killing someone at any time."

Yaoza looked up at him blankly, and said for a while, "I'm fine."

While talking, he walked to his seat on his own.

Nakahara Nakata was also furious behind him: "What's all right'? Do you think I'm blind or stupid?"

The cadres of Mafia at the port jumped for a while, seeing that the other party ignored them, they muttered in frustration:

"Forget it, don't say it if you don't want to."

He folded his arms and sat on the seat, sulking with his back turned to Yaozai.

"Thank you."

A soft thank you Chengfeng floated to Zhongye's ears, his stiff back relaxed a bit, and he was about to take advantage of the situation to find a step for himself.

At this time—

Yaozai said abruptly:

"I'm really sorry about Tachihara-kun."

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere that had tended to ease became tense again, even worse.

Silence came back, and the scene of his companion's tragic death resurfaced before his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his chest was stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent even when he was crying and screaming.

"Mori Ogai killed Tachihara to protect you."

He lowered his head deliberately not to look at Yaozai, and spoke angrily.

"Yes."

Yoya replied without thinking, pushing Chuuya into a darker abyss.

His throat choked: "... so straightforward? Are you afraid that I will kill you to avenge that hapless ghost?"

Yaozai glanced at the young man who was enduring great pain beside him, and quietly put down his raised hand.

He took a deep breath: "Mr. Zhongye..."

"Stop talking!"

As if afraid of hearing the words that would destroy him, Chuya hurriedly stopped him.

A few seconds of silence, then—

He suddenly raised his red eyes to look at Yaozai:

"I've been thinking, if I hadn't lost my mind at the time, Li Yuan might not have to die. The reason why I put all the responsibility on you is because I dare not face it."

Zhong also choked up, roughly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and concluded irrefutably:

"I will also be responsible for Li Yuan's death."

When saying this sentence, most of the burden in Chuya's heart was also relieved.

He secretly decided:

No matter what happens, the recording that Mori Ogai gave him will not be exposed.

A recording that can ruin Yauya Yuya's reputation in no time.

"...Mr. Chuya."

Yaozai looked at him with pity, and said softly but firmly:

"I will not let another innocent person die."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him, blinking instinctively.

[System: Nakahara Chuya, the target of the attack, current favorability: 40%]

Yaozai's expression was too solemn, which made the red-haired youth subconsciously blurt out:

"What are you going to do?"

Yaozai smiled mysteriously:

"You have a recording of my conversation with a vampire, don't you? Can you show me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, his eyes widened in disbelief: "You...know?"

Yaozai stretched out his hand: "Show me."

Zhong Ye looked at the man for a moment, then dubiously took out a black pen from the inside pocket of his clothes and handed it over.

pat—

Yaozai pressed the play button and listened attentively.

[Lantang: Did you forget?Didn't you voluntarily let me suck blood last night? ]

[Zhongye: ...You guys! ]

He pursed his lips, looked into the eyes of Mafia officers at the port, and said firmly:

"We're going to expose it on the live stream."

He said "we", but it was a cooperative way to send himself to a dead end.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gasped, and suddenly went to grab the all-important recording pen, but was dodged by Yaozai with teleportation.

"Are you crazy?" The young man stared at the man not far away, his face gloomy: "Do you know the consequences of being heard by others? You definitely don't know what you are talking about."

"..."

This time, it was Yashiki Yoya's turn to look weird.

He looked at Nakahara Chuya in confusion for a while, and asked uncertainly:

"Didn't Mr. Mori tell you when he made the recording?"

[My plan with him].

pat—

At the same time as the voice fell, the door of the room opened again.

The author has something to say: the liver is not moving, more tomorrow.

Good night everyone~