In the central area of ​​Yokohama, in a super five-star luxury hotel.

In the presidential suite on the 38th floor, two middle-aged men in their 50s and [-]s sat face to face on the leather sofa in the reception room. Behind each of them was a row of men in black suits. Not a good one at first glance, everyone had a gun hanging brightly in their waist wallets, and maybe another hidden in the middle of their suit jackets.

The surrounding air froze to the extreme, everyone held their breath and concentrated, the huge room was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

At this time, the middle-aged man in a dark red suit sitting on the left side with his hair combed back finally broke the stalemate.

"Brother Qingtian, I invited you here today not just to reminisce about the old days."

The man took the cut cigar handed over by his subordinates, leaned casually on the leather sofa behind him and began to puff, the gray-white smoke blurred his originally ferocious facial features.

The man is the current leader of the Takase Society, Takase Yasunari, and the man in a black kimono sitting opposite him is the head of the Aota group, Atsushi Aota.

The Qingtian group was originally one of the old gangs rooted in the underground world of Yokohama.However, it suffered heavy losses in the last leading war, and now it has lost its former glory.

But in any case, the Qingtian group was one of the old gangs.Even though their power is not as good as before, the honor and pride that belonged to the old organization has not dissipated along with it.

So even if the person sitting opposite is Takasekai, one of the two major forces in Yokohama's underground world today, the head of the Qingtian group did not show any timidity. A long pipe was brought up.

The bosses of the two organizations faced each other, and the huge presidential suite was filled with the pungent smell of nicotine.

"Just fart, Takase, don't waste my time here!"

Qingtian Atsushi's temper was notoriously bad, it was like this before the Dragon Head War, after the Dragon Head War, he had to deal with the mess left by the Dragon Head War all day long, and his already irritable bad temper became even worse.

Now that he saw the hateful face of Yasunari Takase on the opposite side, the guy who profited from the dragon war, he immediately felt even worse.

"Don't be so impatient, brother Qingtian, as the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, no matter what we have to discuss slowly."

Takase Yasunari took a puff of smoke, and then pressed the cigar in his hand on the yellow rosewood coffee table in front of him, and an ugly mark was instantly burned on the smooth and expensive coffee table.

"I don't have that old face that stays here in the United States to look at you."

Atsushi Qingtian stood up from the sofa with a sullen face.And almost at the moment when he stood up, the row of black suits standing behind Takase Yasunari were quickly pulled out from his waist, and aimed at Atsushi Aota's forehead.

Naturally, the subordinates following Atsushi Qingtian were not to be outdone, and they all pointed at Takase's forehead to pay back.

"Okay, you guys, quickly put down the gun for me, how I usually teach you, how can you be so unreasonable to the leader of the Qingtian group!"

Takase turned his head and yelled at the subordinates behind him sharply. These burly men in black suits all put their guns back into their wallets around their waists.

"What do you mean? Takase."

Atsushi Qingtian didn't give the man in front of him a good look from the beginning to the end. When he saw Takase's men put away their guns, the look on his face was even worse.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Brother Qingtian, you have wronged me for what you said. How could I underestimate you? Thinking about how beautiful the Qingtian group was back then, whoever lived in Yokohama heard the word 'Qingtian group'? Those who don't get scared, if it wasn't for the dragon battle half a year ago..."

"click"

Before Yasunari Takase could finish his sentence, Atsushi Aota took out a revolver from his pocket and quickly pressed it on Takase's forehead. Takase's subordinates wanted to draw their guns again, but he stopped him with his eyes.

Takase Yasunari looked at Atsushi Aota who was burning with anger.Even though someone was holding a gun to his forehead at this moment, there was no trace of fear on his face.

"Don't you want the Qingtian Group to return to its pre-Dragon Head War?"

Yasunari Takase spoke calmly.

Hearing these words, the face of the head of the Qingtian group on the opposite side suddenly showed a wave of shake.

"Let's make a deal, brother Qingtian."

Yasunari Takase turned his head and looked out the window. The view here is excellent, and the bustling night view of Yokohama can be seen from here.

A cold and sinister look flashed in the upside-down three white eyes, like a poisonous tongue lurking in the dark, slowly opening its fangs.

"Cooperate with me to make the port mafia disappear from this Yokohama."

……

At 11:30 in the evening, on the Harbor Bridge in Yokohama, a boy in a black suit was leaning against the stone railing beside the bridge. The coat scraped off his thin shoulders.

The already messy black hair was directly blown into a bird's nest in the strong night wind. The young man casually looked at the deep sea at night, humming an unknown song, and his whole body was almost as close as this piece of land. The dark night merged into one.

At this time, there was a sound of crisp footsteps behind him, and the young man who had been doing nothing while looking at the sea in the same posture finally had a different reaction at this moment.

"too slow!"

The boy turned his head, pursed his lips and looked dissatisfiedly at the burly man in a black suit and black sunglasses behind him.

"If you come a little later, I'm going to jump off here."

"The sea water is very cold at night."

The strong man on the opposite side had a rough and low voice. While saying this, he took off his sunglasses.

Then he suddenly reached out and touched the position behind the left ear, and accompanied by a scalp-numbing "stinging" sound, a beautiful face whose gender was blurred appeared in the night.

The beautiful black-haired young man stretched out his hands to rua a few times on the boy's head that was blown into a bird's nest.At the same time, the rough and unpleasant voice suddenly became soothing and soft.

"What if I freeze after jumping?"

"You take care of me."

Dazai crossed his hands on the back of his head and spoke casually.

"If there is a sick person at home who needs to be taken care of, you can justly ask for leave and miss school."

Chu Shu laughed for a while, "Even if I don't need this kind of reason, I can ask for leave openly."

Dazai blinked, "But then you have no reason to take care of me."

"When did you need a reason to take care of you?"

Chu Shu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Didn't I take care of you all this time without complaint?"

"Too."

Dazai nodded, barely agreeing with Chu Shu's statement.

He let go of his hands on the back of his head, and leaned casually on the stone railing of the Harbor Bridge. Behind him was the bottomless black sea.

Dazai raised his head and stared at the black-haired young man opposite, his youthful facial features showed a somewhat indifferent arc in the cold night.

"So, what's the result of the investigation?"

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