What if the lord is too popular

"What should I do if the lord is too popular? "

Text / Itoda

Port Mafia Office Building

Ozaki Koyo witnessed Nakahara Chuya running aggressively.

She went up to meet him: "what's the matter? What happened?"

The young man turned a deaf ear to her greetings, and the wind brought by when he passed by made her loose coiled hair crumbling.

Ozaki Momiji didn't know, so she looked up at the half-open door not far away, and had a hunch that the answer to the question was there.

She sighed softly, tightened her hairpin, and swayed towards her destination—

Mori Ogai's office.

thump thump—

Hongye didn't respond until the third knock.

She opened the door and went in, and all she could see was Mori Ogai sitting on the seat with his eyes closed and resting, his face full of exhaustion without hiding it.

Thinking of Nakahara Chuya who was furious just now, Hongye decided to wait and see what happened.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

Mori Ogai opened his eyes, looked at her quietly for a moment and asked:

"Meet me?"

Hongye nodded in agreement, not knowing what the leader wanted to do.

"There is a mission that was rejected by Mr. Zhongye. I hope Mr. Hongye can do it."

He was open and honest, but made Ozaki doubtful.

Mori Ogai seldom uses such a negotiating tone when doing things.

She carefully took the paper from the other party and looked at it right now.

[There is a possibility of variation, it is recommended to implement isolation management. ]

A trace of surprise flashed across the woman's heart, and she instantly guessed the leader's intention:

"You want me to protect Yoya Miyayashiki who has a blood problem?"

In this way, Zhongye's refusal is also justifiable.

After all, it was rumored in the group that the poor Liyuan died innocently because of the leader's love.

But the fact is exactly the opposite. Mori Ogai crossed his hands to support his chin, raised his eyebrows to look at her with interest, and repeated what he said to Zhongyuan:

"Our organization is about to go bankrupt, and we need to rely on this person's life to transfer the emergency money. Please spread the news that his blood can strengthen the strength of vampires. As soon as possible."

Koyo Ozaki gasped and looked at the leader in disbelief.

Even if you are used to cool men in clubs, you are the only one who is as cruel as Mori Ogai.

"You are fully aware of the consequences of doing this right, Ubuyashiki Yoya will die."

Mori Ogai was silent for a few seconds, then asked with a meaningful smile:

"What's the matter, Mr. Hongye, I remember that you never questioned my decision."

Koyo Ozaki was speechless.

The long memory was stuffed back into her mind, and she thought of her lover's unwilling eyes when she died.

The woman squeezed the paper in her hand tightly, and threw out a cruel sentence:

"This time it's not a matter of insomnia for two years."

Mori Ogai's eyes flickered with anger when his subordinates pierced his sore feet face to face.

He has a half-smile:

"Hongye-kun, I thought you should have known that you can give up everything as a port Mafia."

"Including lover?" Hongye pressed her every step of the way.

Mori Ogai pursed his lips: "Of course, including loved ones."

Listening to the past tense he used, Hongye understood.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the ground, mocking in a cold tone:

"I hope you will not regret it."

"You go down."

Knowing that Koyo Ozaki accepted the mission, Mori Ogai hastily waved his hand away.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang!

The door trembled, and there was nowhere to complain.

"..."

Exhausted, Mori Ogai leaned back in the chair and massaged his swollen temples.

His eyes closed tightly, and he spoke to a void:

"The cadres of our organization, one is too righteous, and the other is delusional. No wonder they are going to close down, don't you think, Alice?"

At the coffee table, the blond girl gradually appeared, playing chess in boredom.

"Don't be so grandiose, Hayashi Taro. You're not much better."

"..."

Mori Ogai had no way to refute, and blinked repeatedly while feeling wronged.

Really, annoying empathy.

he thought indignantly.

TV building

The ratings of "Evening News" were soaring, and all the staff of the program group were told to work overtime.

Jingle Bell-

Inquiry calls from the office came one after another, and everyone's wrists were cramped.

At the critical moment, Yueyan, who was supposed to be in charge, disappeared.

"According to reliable sources, the producer was called into the office by the director early in the morning."

"Fuck your reliable news, this is clearly our reminder. If the producer and the director quarrel..."

"Today is our death day, woo woo woo."

Everyone was wailing, and the god of death appeared with a gloomy expression.

"What are you talking about? Tell me too."

scare!

In just a second, everyone was silent.

There is no tolerance and generosity in Ke Yueyan's dictionary.

He casually pointed to the newest recruits.

"You said."

The newcomer stood up tremblingly and looked around. The seniors all buried their heads on the table, acting like cowardly ostriches.

"..."

For God's sake, if he's unforgivable, he should be in jail, not tortured by the devil.

His body trembled like a sieve when he looked at Shang Yueyan as if he were dying.

"Um, producer. We..."

“We are discussing whether to do a follow-up report.”

The man who sent charcoal in the snow was not out of concern for the chicks, and simply didn't want to be forced to be buried with him.

Tsukihiko scoffed at the obvious lies.

"Hmph, this topic is left to the next door "Noon"."

The Noon News and the Evening were originally about the same.

Since Yue Yan came to power, the ratings are often only a fraction of that of "Night", and there is a danger of being cancelled.

Still, the misery of others cannot be at their expense.

The men and women in the office were outraged:

"Vampires are the most concerned topic among the people right now, and they are hot spots. Why should we give up the opportunity!"

Yue Yan wrote down the travel plan on the whiteboard, carelessly:

"It's useless guys who follow suit and get complacent, and I—"

[Only responsible for setting off the next craze. ]

"Remember to unplug the phone line, you are not operators."

……

Long after Yueyan left, the room was still silent.

People looked at each other in blank dismay.

Until the first person woke up like a dream and ran to check the message left by the man.

"So, who did Mr. Tsukihiko meet with?"

They are looking forward to the next "trend".

"Child mill."

"Tong Mo is... the leader of the recently raised Bliss Sect?"

"What are you looking for with that guy?"

Everyone had the same question in their minds.

Tsukihiko stirred the silver spoon to make the coffee ripple.

He reminisces about his meeting with Yuya Miyayashiki this morning.

The man's distorted expression after hearing that sentence is so beautiful and vivid, like the "blue flower of the other side" that he has only heard of, attracting people's pursuit.

Cyan Bana - damn it!

Tsukihiko clenched his fists and decided to give Ubuyashiki a better treatment than death.

Let a man be his slave, and let him project joy, fear and all emotions on the other's heart.

[Make beautiful and fragile humanoid dolls by yourself].

Just imagining it made Tsukihiko shudder.

His body became hard, and scorching blood flowed through his veins.

Even Tong Mo's lateness has become tolerable.

tap tap —

Yue Yan restrained his daydream, his eyes darkened slightly and looked at the person coming.

"You're 15 minutes late."

Tong Mo shrugged innocently and sat down:

"Thanks to Mr. Yue Yan's program, there is an endless stream of believers applying to join the church today. It is already a miracle that I can come out and attend the appointment."

"Ah."

This was completely expected by Yue Yan, but it was not enough.

Causing national panic through live broadcast is one part, and introducing the existence of Bliss Cult is another.

After all, human beings always seek the protection of gods in a hurry after being afraid.

Ungrateful fools.

"I heard that someone is spreading the news that Yaozai's blood can enhance the strength of vampires."

Tong Mo frowned, observing the man's face unobtrusively:

"Did you do it? Mr. Tsukihiko."

Yue Yan frowned, dealing with the bad old man actually made him miss such important news.

Is there anyone else targeting Yuya Shiki?

Someone else coveted his belongings?

This will not work.

Tsukihiko's thin lips formed a cruel smile:

"You should call." He kindly reminded.

"Oh, I almost forgot~"

Tong Mo made a phone call back.

beep beep—

Police station

Jingle bell, jingle bell—

The reporting phone rings non-stop.

Since the news was broadcast last night, the public has been alarmed that colleagues in the workplace, teachers in children's kindergartens, and even people next to their pillows may be lurking vampires.

Even Tanizaki and Tomioka were sent to answer the phone.

But this is not simply helping, but a tacit left move.

Now, as national accusations of police inaction are rampant, they are the scapegoats.

For Tanizaki, what made matters worse was—

Naomi had a cold war with him again.

"..."

Jingle Bell-

He answered the phone with a heavy heart:

"Hello, police station."

"Hello, I think the neighbors are a little weird."

It was obviously the same phone call, but the voice of the man in the receiver was like a clear spring in a mountain stream, nourishing his dry heart.

Tanizaki straightened his back: "What are the specific manifestations?"

"Well... I don't know what to say about this, it's just a kind of intuition. There are also some bad rumors about him around, anyway, please take the time to investigate the police officer. The other party's name is—"

[Yaozai Birth House].

咖啡 厅

Yueyan watched Tong Mo hang up the phone.

He stroked the ceramic cup, casually probing:

"I thought you liked Yuya Ubuyashiki?"

"What is liking?" Tong Mo asked without thinking.

"..."

Yue Yan was at a loss for words, and looked at the other party with some disgust.

"Forget that you don't understand feelings. Go back and listen to your followers, leader."

prickly—

He put the chair back and turned to leave.

In the original position, Tong Mo calmly took a sip of his coffee, sticking out his tongue from the burn.

In the hot air, I watched the man in the white suit drift away.

Why would Tsukihiko-san ask such a stupid question?

Isn't it common sense that the few "heterogeneous" in the world should always be together?

In many cases, wanting nothing is the scariest thing.

clatter—

The long-planned rain poured down.

Yuya Miyayashiki was walking on the road, caught off guard.

Want to teleport?

Just as he was thinking, a black umbrella opened above his head.

Yoya looked back and saw Junichiro Tanizaki who was not smiling and Yoshiyuki Tomioka who was pursing his lips.

"Mr. Ubuyashiki, I heard from your colleague that there seems to be something wrong with your blood test?"

While speaking, Tanizaki's hands wrapped around his wrist like a branding iron.

Yaozai's inner alarm goes off.

If you are caught by the police, you will lose the opportunity to contact the outside world!

clatter—

In the pouring rain, they were on the verge of breaking out.

buzz buzz —

The vibrating phone eased the tense atmosphere, Yaoza subconsciously looked into his pocket.

Tanizaki raised his eyebrows: "Don't answer?"

"If Officer Tanizaki is willing to let me go."

"Can you promise not to escape?"

"yes, I……"

[ensure].

The author has something to say: I have re-written it~ Thank you for your understanding, you are all little angels! mua~