[Comprehensive] Tucao is the king of gold

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[I can't find it. ]

……

[Go be the side that saves people. ]

[If it's the same wherever you stay, go and be a good person. ]

……

[Because I am your friend. ](1)

Osamu Dazai woke up from his dream.

The pure black curtains tightly covered the entire room, a pair of dilated pupils were embedded in the pale face in the darkness, and large drops of sweat kept rolling down from the young man's forehead.

It was a dream.

Osamu Dazai knew this better than anyone else.

But even so, no matter how many times this was the first time he had dreamed of this scene, he still couldn't stop shaking.

Oda work.

The young man chewed on the name, like a child greedy for hard-earned candy, constantly touching it with the tip of his tongue but reluctant to swallow it.

His breathing finally calmed down.

Only then did Osamu Dazai think of the kitten he brought back.

He stood up - the boy's legs were still a little weak because of the dream - and tried his best to open a gap in the black curtain.

Light pours into this house.

Just like Osamu Dazai in the past, Osamu Dazai's [home] can be said to be empty except for the necessities of life.

But obviously Osamu Dazai is not the person who cares about such things, he seems to have packed up his mood quickly, and after washing up, he turned the key ring and walked to the headquarters of Gang Hei.

The key ring of the current cadre Osamu Dazai is a handicraft that seems to have been used for a long time. It is said that it was given to Dazai by the first girl who died in love with Mr. Dazai. The girl lost her life.Since then, Osamu Dazai, who loves to die in love, still commits suicide all day long, but there is an old keychain on the key ring.

——But in fact, it was only when we first met. Osamu Dazai begged from a friend for a key chain that he said was made by himself in his spare time.

Osamu Dazai lived not far from the port mafia headquarters.

But because he got up too late, it was already noon when the hopping boy in a black coat arrived at the port mafia headquarters.

The members of the Hong Kong gangsters stationed at the headquarters of the Hong Kong gangsters saluted the boy holding a PSP in his hand without any surprises, and waited until the other party's footsteps went away before raising his head.

[It's getting more and more scary, Dazai's aura. ]

The two bottom-level Hong Kong gangsters looked at each other.

[That's right, that's right, it's just a boy...]

Regardless of the thoughts of the two low-level people, Osamu Dazai, who was playing with his PSP with his head down, turned left and right as if he had installed a navigation system for himself, and finally stood in front of a door.

The slender, white fingers kept moving on the PSP, and the sounds of characters fighting and dying were constantly coming out of the machine. Amid such sounds, Osamu Dazai kicked open the door in front of him.

"Ah, Dazai-sama," a middle-aged man in a long black trench coat—a middle-aged man named Hirotsu Ryuunami turned around, adjusted his glasses and bowed slightly.

Osamu Dazai ignored him, and only looked up after the game in hand was over.

"Yo, Mr. Hirotsu," he greeted like a beckoning cat with one hand on his head, "where's the kid I brought?"

"Nakajima-kun is in the cafeteria right now."

Dazai nodded knowingly.

"Do I need to bring him here?"

"No, no, no," Osamu Dazai waved his hand indifferently, "The most important thing for a homeless wild dog is food, let him have a good meal."

The words that sounded very sweet were actually said by the young man to be the last supper.

Guangjin Liulang responded and retreated silently.

Osamu Dazai found a random place to squat down and start a new game.

"Ah, that's right," he said without raising his head, "Mr. Guangjin will take that guy out after dinner—I remember that Black Lizard has a mission today...is it to deal with traitors or something? with?"

Guangjin took a deep look at the boy addicted to the game, "It's dealing with defectors."

"It's fine no matter what." Osamu Dazai waved his hand, took out something from his pocket and threw it to Hirotsu Yanagi, "Give it to him after it's over."

Guangjin complied naturally, before looking down at the things in his hands.

It's a collar.

Guangjin Liulang: ...

"Yes, I understand."

**

"Hey, tell me, do you really know?"

Skuvalo squatted by the edge of Vongola's fountain, squinting at the imp next to him.

"Do you know what?"

Tsuna put the last building block on it, finally able to see the shape of a tower, and looked sideways at the opponent.

The news that he is one of the future Judaimu candidates has been released by Peng Lie Jiudaimu.In the current situation——all the other choices have been killed by Varian, leaving only Xanxus and Tsunayoshi, the preference shown by Nine Generations in Vengley is not his own son, but Sawada Tsuna lucky.

No matter how you look at it, it's weird.

What's even more amazing is that with Varian already taking care of the Council of Elders, Jiudaimu just held a meeting with the old men of the Council of Elders. The old men who had vowed to support Xanxus tremblingly pulled Nine generations walked out of the conference room, and on the way home made a special detour to see Tsunayoshi Sawada in the courtyard, and left Pengoilei's headquarters step by step.

After some tossing, if Varian doesn't know what happened, then he doesn't need to be a mafia.

And just after everyone in Varian started preparing for the assassination plan, Timoteo came to Varian and had a long talk with Xanxus in the name of father and son.

Then after coming out, Xanxus issued an order for Varian's senior leaders to go to Vengley's headquarters collectively.

Not to assassinate Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The Varian members who had already rolled up their sleeves and were about to kill the unsightly kid showed puzzled eyes, and even began to wonder if their boss had been brainwashed by Kudaime or simply controlled.

— just like they planned.

But almost at the moment when this idea was first raised, the completely inimitable tyranny of Xanxus shattered this idea.

Yes, it is Master Xanxus!

The Varian member, covering the wound on his head, confirmed excitedly.

Hence the present scene.

Scovalo looked at the boy sitting among a pile of building blocks, and his immature face always gave him the feeling that he was breastfeeding the child.

Thinking of this, the man coughed unnaturally.

"About Vengley," Scovalo frowned, "I have already warned you, right? This is not a kid's house-playing game."

Tsuna looked at his work and nodded dispensably.

"Of course I know," he said, constantly adjusting the position of the last block in his hand, "but I'm not a kid anymore, Mr. Skuvalo."

"Tch, only a brat would say he's not a brat, right?"

"Then if I say that Mr. Scuvaro is a kid, will Mr. Scuvaro admit it?"

"..."

"Of course not."

"Who steps on a horse and admits that he is a brat!"

The little ghost glanced at him lightly.

Wait, why did he start arguing with the brat?

Scovalo snorted coldly, suppressing his desire to refute.

He stood up and walked in front of the little ghost, the tower that had already been built stood at his feet, and with just one weak foot, it could become a pile of scattered building blocks again...

The difference brought about by the disparity in height is huge. When Tsuna raised her head, she could only see the resolute jaw of the silver-haired youth.

Tsuna naturally knows that if the person here is not the captain of Varian's conscience but other Varian members, then no matter how Timoteo promised himself that Xanxus would control the Varian members, His battle with the members of Varian must have been inevitable.

But what does it matter.

Fighting is always inevitable.

While thinking this way, the sword shining with silver light had already been inserted beside Gangji, and the silver-haired man knelt in front of him on one knee, with the fierceness of Captain Varian on his face.

"Tsk, as I said, there is only one warning," the man said, "Varian will not show mercy just because you are a brat."

Although I don't know what happened to the bastard boss recently, Varian's goal has never changed.

That is the position of the leader of the ten generations of Vengley.Vongola's tenth generation must be Xanxus.

——This is what Varian has always believed in.

Scovalo tilted his head sideways, with silver hair hanging down the contours of his cheeks. This long hair that was grown because of the agreement reminded Scovaro of something all the time, and it also strengthened the man's determination.

This is one last warning.

He thought, his eyes flicked across the face of the white and glutinous boy in front of him.

If the warnings were ineffective, whether through ignorance or greed, the imp would never again be able to reach out and take the crown.

The man thought calmly and cruelly, he would not feel uneasy or sad because a fresh and immature life was about to pass away from his hands.

Gangji looked at him for a long time.

"In that case," he said suddenly, "then let's fight."

As the boy said, a golden gleam gradually appeared in his eyes.

The pair of brown pupils that always looked soft were rendered golden brown, and Skuvalo looked into those eyes without saying a word, and had the illusion that he was looking at Xanxus when he was furious.

He subconsciously sneered.

"Hmph, it really is a brat," Scuvaro said, standing up, "but even if it's a fight, you need enough weight."

His critical gaze swept across Gang Ji, "As for the kid... you are not qualified to negotiate."

Gangji nodded dispensably.

"Is that so?" He tilted his head and took out the ring from his collar.

Skuvalo's loose eyes suddenly froze on it.

"So—how about this?" Tsunayoshi Sawada said, a golden flame lit his forehead.

"To be honest, even I would be embarrassed by such a thing as being suddenly selected by Bei," the boy said lightly, "but since it is already my thing, if there are always people coveting it, it will make me feel uncomfortable." Displeased."

When he said this, the boy's eyes were even more golden, and there was a touch of gold dancing on his forehead. Although he was only a child, it gave Skuvalo a sense of oppression facing the nine generations of goals.

He looked deeply at Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"You should know the meaning of declaring war in front of Varian, right?"

Gangji nodded.

The man laughed loudly, and the breath that had been restrained for a while because of loving the cub (?) suddenly let go.

This is what a Varian combat captain should have been.

He suddenly bared a smile, and stepped onto the stool beside him, furiously.

"Then," the ferocious beast locked on to its prey, and licked its canines impatiently to suppress the surging blood.

"We Varian complied."

**

The news that Tsunayoshi and Varian agreed to fight soon reached the ears of Jiudaimu.

At that time, the ninth generation was playing chess with the first generation Giotto, who didn't want to go back as soon as he got out of the ring. The two old people, both of whom had grown up in age, were holding black tea and talking (Mafia) gossip, but they looked harmonious.

Knowing the news suddenly, Kudaime frowned, subconsciously looking at Giotto.

The eyes of the blond young man suddenly lit up.

"You really deserve to be Gang-chan!" A certain great-grandfather who had a filter as thick as Bei Zhi's consciousness praised, if Gang Ji was here, Timoteo believes that the incomprehensible ancestors would definitely give Gang Ji a hug and a hug High full service.

But to be honest, it made him very bald.

Thinking about it, Timoteo rubbed his thumb subconsciously.

——Oh, the Vongola Ring that should have been here was also given to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Thinking of this, Timoteo felt that the sadness in his heart was a little bigger.

"Don't worry, IX," perhaps aware of his worry, Giotto said so reassuringly, "Trust Tsunayoshi."

Kudaime responded dryly, and decided to give Iemitsu, who was already on his way back to the headquarters, a temporary mission.

I'm sorry, Jiaguang.

He silently thought, for the sake of Pengo Lie, it's better for you to come back later.

I will take good care of Tsuna.

Meanwhile, Italy

The boy woke up from his dream.

He was in a small room that could barely accommodate a bed and a table, and the washing had to be done in the corridor.

The boy scratched his head irritably, reached out and took out a cigarette from under the pillow, lit it skillfully and smoked it.

After a long time, the smell of cigarettes lingered in the room.

The young man sat up on the bed with one knee bent, his face was covered by darkness and smoke, only the outline was very deep, maybe he was a good-looking boy.

The fireworks in his hand were almost burnt to the end, the boy glanced and cut, and threw the cigarette out of the side window with his fingers.

When he left the shadow and the light shone on him, the young man's face was fully revealed in the sunlight.

This is an extremely handsome young man with a straight nose bridge and fair complexion, with silver hair and shoulders draped on both sides, his green pupils are slightly cloudy, but not concealing their brilliance.

He put himself back into the shadows, curled up, and slowly and painfully clasped his head.

"Your Highness..." Broken syllables came out of his mouth, like a wild animal whimpering in pain, "...king...tusuna...my lord."

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