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Dazai Osamu dared to scold him!

Thinking of this, Takigawa Yuichi's teeth itch with hatred. He ended his memories, pushed open the door angrily, and was blocked as soon as he took a step.

The subordinates dressed in Hexi bowed their heads respectfully:

"Cadre Takigawa, the leader has an order, please leave immediately to support the front line in the west."

"..."

Have to go to work, how can this be.

But no matter how many times heard the title of the leader, it was awkward.

When he was in the police academy, he used to play the game of kings with Matsuda and the others. If he won, he would ask them to call his leader to realize his dream ahead of time.

Jiang Gu smiled and said that it would be good to have You take the lead in fighting crime. Yuichi Takigawa froze, and since then he has given up the idea of ​​pulling them in.

The Tao was different, and the young man's hand trembled, and a shot was shot through his forehead in his dream.

"Isn't there Dazai on the western front?" Takigawa asked.

"...The information is wrong." The man in the suit clenched his fists and said, looking very unwilling, "The team led by Lord Dazai is surrounded."

Time passed by, and after a brief silence, Yuichi Takigawa finally moved.

"I see," he said, his brows furrowed on his sickly face, but there was an air of trustworthiness around him.

The boy's body always has a fragile sense of brokenness. At first glance, it has nothing to do with the Mafia, but his resume is very terrifying.

There were 172 assassinations and 18 leading incidents—before Takigawa Yu became a cadre, he was already able to take charge of himself.

But the system at this time was desperate.

"Stop laughing, host." Its voice was faint, as if giving up on itself, "If you laugh again, you will vomit blood again."

Yuichi Takigawa gave a perfunctory "Oh" and concentrated on driving.

But just after a second, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Hahaha, Dazai has a day when he will be surrounded. After a while, he will dawdle and pull the other party off his horse, won't he achieve his wish!

Yes, the goddess of luck still favors his side.

Takigawa Yu slammed his fist on the steering wheel, opened the door and got out of the car happily.

The bullet grazed his cheek, but the boy's hand in his pocket had no intention of reaching out.

Someone in the crowd seemed to recognize him, Takigawa Yu glanced around, roughly estimated the number of enemies, then turned his head and asked the stunned subordinates around him:

"Where is Dazai?"

This question seems a bit inappropriate.

Ah, are you scared of him?

Takigawa tilted his head, and when his eyes fell on the bleeding wound on the other's body, the doubts in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"This doesn't hurt, right?"

The teenager's palm exudes soft light, raising his eyes gently.

God, miracle!

"Yes!"

Takagawa Yui received the eyes of worship and retracted his hands with a smile.

Such eyes are too common for Takagawa Yuichi.

After all, his ability is "plunder". In theory, as long as he can contact the other party, he can take away everything other than the opponent.

Money, consciousness, pain -even life.

This is why Takagawa Yuichi survives in the explosion of Shinkansen.

He changed his life and killed the mastermind of the explosion.

So he can't be a police officer at all

"Now you can tell me that Taizai is ..."

boom

The buildings not far behind them collapsed, and the huge fire stopped the fighters.

Takagawa Yuichi was interrupted and frowned displeasedly.

He turned around, but the hot flame in the distance suddenly rose, swallowing the black under his eyes without warning.

The teenager was silent.

"There ..." Takagawa Yu paused and spoke difficult, "... was it a bank before?"

The worship subordinates quickly returned to God this time.

"Yes!" He replied.

As usual, Takagawa Young can accurately capture the word "Dazai".

But he is still on the pupil earthquake, and obviously he hasn't heard it.

After leaving a big score, the priced gemstone that he took away from the strange thief Kidd still existed inside!

He remembers ...

Alas, didn't buy insurance because it was stolen goods!

Takagawa Yoyo almost shed tears, and after the explosion calmed down, he embarked on the scorched soil silently.

The teenager squatted down, his fingertips touched the warm ground under his feet, the hair on the forehead fell, and the sorrowful look appeared on the soft side face.

For a long while, his hands were clenched, which seemed to be sad and unwilling.

Someone raised a gun at this time.

This action obviously angered the members of the Hong Kong Mandarin Party.

"Three o'clock on the right!"

"Protect Takigawa-sama!"

"No retreat! Those who retreat will be treated as traitors!"

Probably because of the presence of the cadres, the morale of the Mafia increased a lot.

Takigawa Yuichi was concentrating on mourning his lost wealth, but he didn't notice someone shouting "Sir Dazai".

The boy who came from a distance gave a perfunctory response. He glanced at the battlefield that was almost cleaned up around him. He didn't expect that Takigawa's influence could develop to this level.

Dazai put his hand in his pocket, and his gaze fell uncontrollably on the white back in the distance.

He remembered how Takigawa Yuichi gasped and patted his hand away that day.

Slim but firm, he clearly possesses unmatched strength, yet he is gentler than anyone else.

Such a person cannot become a mafia.

"Yuichi." Dazai walked over and wanted to persuade the other party to retreat, but his voice stopped abruptly when the other party turned back.

The end of the boy's broad eyes turned red, and he was obviously a little surprised when he saw him, and crystal tears gathered in the lower eye sockets.

Dazai froze, and heard Yuichi Takigawa laugh in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

"So you're fine, Dazai."

"..."

Ah, not good.

Dazai Osamu's face was expressionless for a moment, he didn't know what he thought, and raised his hand as if surrendering for a long time.

Dazai said, "Are you always like this?"

Takikawa Yu was stunned for a while, then rubbed his eyes and asked, "What?"

Dazai squatted down, his windbreaker fell to the ground, stained with dust, his chin resting lazily on his palm.

"I laughed at Ango when he said it before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched out the shadow, and Dazai's eyelids drooped coldly, his eyes falling on the other's fingertips that were bleeding from turning over the ruins.

"—Yuichi, do you like me so much?"