The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

"Humph."

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the unknown visitor replied.

I don't know if it's an expression of contempt, or a pure nose discomfort.

Lackey obviously understood the first type, because his face became ugly to the naked eye, but he didn't say anything immediately.

——On the nearly three-meter-high ceiling of the room, a man covered in black was hanging upside down.There was nothing around him to climb or hang from, and he himself stood upside down on the ceiling like a normal person standing on the ground.

If there is any obvious abnormality, it is the red light that surrounds the man's body-from the hat that has not fallen off his head to the soles of the shoes touching the ceiling.

Ah, Newton's coffin lid can't hold it down anymore.

At this tense moment, Oda Miyuki suddenly had this idea.

"It's really... It's been many years since I saw such a rat who dared to come out on the site of Yokohama."

The man on the ceiling spoke unhurriedly, with a deep male voice with a distinct guttural voice.Due to the relationship between height (crossed out) and position, Oda Miyuki couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and it is estimated that the other party couldn't see her either.

She could only hear the man's voice, the undisguised murderousness in those words made Lackey's body tremble.

"I said, are you trying to provoke the port mafia?"

Oda Miyuki: "..."

These two and a half sentences fell into her ears, and the girl's eyes widened a little, as if she suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

The muzzle of Lagi's gun aimed at Miyuki Oda was already crooked to an angle that was basically useless.The girl glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, knowing what the other party's completely "disqualified" behavior meant——

For the guy in front of him, the person who was talking was too dangerous, to the point of neglecting himself because of it.

Just like a cat trying to play with its prey, after sensing the smell of a more terrifying large carnivore, it will drop the prey and flee in a hurry.

As the bottom of the current food chain, Oda Miyuki doesn't mind being ignored.Rather, during this delicate period of confrontation, her mind was filled with wild and wild thoughts:

I am dreaming?

Or have auditory hallucinations?

No, no, no, it's not a dream!

So, this is Mr. Chuya's voice?

My first (unrequited) love?

The one I picked up on my doorstep five years ago, the one who hasn't lost touch all these years?

In summary--

Mr. Nakaya is a port mafia or a person with supernatural powers. No wonder the ground he swept was so clean that there was no floating dust. In the past two years in Yokohama, no one in Yokohama can know where Hong Kong black is, and he still looks very powerful. My netizen actually has this identity blablabla...

A series of messy thoughts came down, and the girl's expression was messed up, as if she had discovered that her elderly father was actually Batman who guarded Gotham.

Then at a certain moment, she suddenly calmed down.

In any case, Chuya was a friend she had known for five or six years.Based on her understanding of the other party, even if he is a member of Hong Kong gangsters, he is definitely not the type of "walking on the road in a bad mood, and killing someone by the way".

As long as the other party doesn't have to silence him because of professional requirements such as "identity confidentiality", there is nothing to be afraid of.

If the other party decides to keep her mouth shut for the sake of keeping it secret... she's going to die anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

After she figured it out, the girl turned her eyes to the small room.Although she didn't know what would happen next, but the guy in front of her was trembling more and more obviously, it probably wasn't a good scene.

If "being silenced" is a fate that cannot be changed, "Because I was too close to the boss's goal, I accidentally got hurt by Chi Yu"... She will definitely die without peace of mind.

Maybe Xiaosaki and the others came to watch her body later, thinking that she wanted to die in love with each other.

This terrifying thought made the girl's desire to survive unprecedentedly stronger.She adjusted the angle calmly, and scanned 360 degrees with her peripheral vision, not even missing the door behind her.

Half a second later, she settled on a position—in front of her obliquely, a place where Lagi could only point with a backhand, and holding a gun would definitely affect her flexibility—there was a bookcase that opened diagonally.

It was impossible to block real bullets at that place, but Oda Miyuki just wanted to create a temporary blind spot to avoid being involved in the aftermath.

For example, when two people fight, there may be sawdust and tiles splashed, or other more obvious movements.

After confirming the position, the girl did not move immediately, but looked at Laki from the side - if she acted too early, the other party might take the opportunity to turn the gun and shoot her.

Almost at the same time when she raised her head, even if her brain failed to switch her consciousness, her instincts screamed——

"Da da……"

"boom!!!"

"Crack, crackle, rustle."

There was no warning, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in the room, and the entire space shook like an earthquake.The fine noises were mixed with deafening bangs, and there was a burst of thick and suffocating soot around.

If it wasn't for the "enchantment" set by Lagi himself, even if this place didn't collapse, the surrounding walls would have been shattered like glass.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell to the ground, looking down at the already limp people under his feet.The other party was completely in a coma, and he wasn't dead yet, but at least a few ribs were broken.

His expression didn't change, he even looked a little impatient.A few seconds later, the young man looked away and set his eyes on the corner diagonally ahead.

"come out."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said lightly.

Of course he didn't feel it, even if he was blocked from sight before, but if he didn't even notice that "there is more than one person in the room", the gravity user of Hong Kong and Hei would have died a hundred times long ago.

However, the young man will not directly kill those who are not related to the task.It doesn't matter if the other party and the guy on the ground are in the same group, in case it is someone with other grievances, or a victim who just passed by...

For the ordinary people we meet in our daily life, or the unlucky ones who get involved in accidents, Zhongyuanzhong is somewhat patient.

So he looked at the half bookcase, and after a few seconds, he had to admit that the other party had chosen a pretty good location—in such a room with not many square meters, and under the circumstances just now, most of the trivial dangers could be avoided here .

The guy who can do this is really... an ordinary person?

The young man's expression became a little more serious, and his cobalt blue eyes stared in that direction, wondering if the other party would resist.

Then, an inexplicably familiar skirt hem first came into his sight.

The reason why I say it looks familiar is probably a few days ago, the gravity envoy of Hong Kong and Heikhs saw it at work - he was guarding behind the leader as usual that day, but he accidentally saw the other party holding a mobile phone, repeating in several pictures pick.

After seeing the above pattern clearly, Nakahara Chuya: "..."

They are all simple skirts, with one-piece long skirts, short skirts or split styles.The price is not high, and it is a relatively popular brand, at least not the scope of application of "Hong Kong gangster leaders".

Of course, the price is not the point, the point is——

"Boss," he couldn't help asking, "did you finally develop some perverted hobbies because you were forced to stay here every day?"

Just like the late former leader of Hong Kong Black, of course, the other party didn't become abnormal after becoming the leader.

Later, how the other party countered (provoked) (provoked) him, the gravity of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang can no longer remember clearly.Anyway, on the point of talking, maybe 200 years later, he still can't beat a certain mackerel.

But because of the shock he felt at the time, the young man remembered the styles of those skirts.

This unbearable memory made Zhong Yuan Zhong also lose his mind for a short time.When he brought his attention back again, the guy hiding behind the bookcase was already standing three meters away from him.

The expression on his face...it's hard to describe.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Oda Miyuki: "..."

During the entire 30 seconds of the first eye contact, the young man suspected that he was seeing hallucinations.

The last time they met face to face was almost two years ago.Afterwards, Zhongyuan Zhong also occasionally passed by there, and would take a look.

Among other things, every time he "sends" past birthday presents, he actually puts them in the depository himself.

But whether it is the occasional glimpse of the back, or the occasional photo in the other party's personal space, there is still a big difference from the real person.

A sudden "encounter" like this... a certain orange-haired man who never thought of this possibility, only a loop of unconsciousness remained in his brain.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Is the person on the other side really Oda Miyuki? Could it be an illusion created by the enemy's ability...

In the next second, he heard the girl's hesitant voice: "Mr. Chuya...how did you become shorter?"

Nakahara Chuya: "?????"

If any passer-by were here, he/she might already be cold.

The 22-year-old youth... raised his head and looked at the 17-and-a-half-year-old girl a few steps away.When they met two years ago, the girl was two centimeters taller than him.With the modification of hat and hair, this gap can barely be erased.

And now, Oda Miyuki has grown to 160, or 160 centimeters.A handsome hat gentleman who has already grown up is still... 1.6 meters long.

This is very embarrassing.

In fact, not only the young man in front of him, Oda Miyuki himself was also fooled.When she said this reflexively, she realized that her IQ had probably eloped with her reason.

"Uh, sorry... no, anyway..."

The girl stammered, and finally decided to shut up, so she silenced her voice.

Nakahara Chuya's mood is very stable, stable blank and crashing.It seems that his soul has been separated from the body, or the code responsible for execution in the brain has been replaced by a virus: "..."

The next second, the phone that the girl had been holding in her hand suddenly vibrated.

Oda Miyuki lowered his head reflexively, and saw a line of text messages floating up on the screen—it was a spam advertisement.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, and the embarrassment and confusion accumulated before had faded a bit because of this accident.

And Nakahara Chuya's breath suddenly disappeared, as if he saw something extremely incredible.

Although it was just a glance, he was too familiar with something he saw at that glance——

On the lit phone screen, under the translucent information box, is a group photo of two people set as a screen saver.One of them is obviously Oda Miyuki herself, while the other...

"he……"

The orange-haired youth said stiffly, "... who is he?"