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Chapter 28
The meeting between Mirufiore and the Port Mafia goes on as scheduled.
When Yuichi Takigawa finished his mission and pushed open the door of the conference room, Mori Ogai and Bai Ran had almost finished their conversation.
The captain of the White Demon sat in a row under the projection, Takikawa Yu swept over these unfamiliar faces, and after a moment of hesitation, he chose a corner seat.
If you can't see it, you can fish.
Obviously he thinks so, but Brandjesso is not what he wants——
"It's really sad." The young man was bathed in the morning light of Sicily, and he stretched his tone falsely, "Did you ignore me directly, Yuichi?"
Dozens of lines of sight cast over.
Yuichi Takigawa silently turned off Lianliankan on his mobile phone, his voice sounding a little desperate: "Please don't speak to me in such a misleading tone, your subordinates seem eager to rush to Japan to kill me immediately."
Bai Lan smiled and didn't speak, but Zhongyuan Zhong frowned in doubt: "Do you know each other?"
Yu Takikawa nodded: "I used to be a classmate when I was studying in the United States. Mr. Mori knows that."
Zhongyuan Zhong is also in a complicated mood, and he doesn't know how many secrets the other party has.
"But it really surprised me." The man in the projection folded his hands.
Bai Lan's expression was lazy, and there was absolutely no anger at the failure of the plan.
"I thought I was going to win."
Takigawa Yuichi held his chin in a bored way: "Indeed, in the CHOICE game, I don't seem to have beaten you yet."
Repeated defeats, repeated defeats.
Takigawa Yuichi still remembers the way he was angry and angry.
He broke off with Prynne for a brief period of time—five minutes to be specific, because dinner would start after five minutes.
"No." Bai Lan said casually, "I won, but Yuichi can't remember it."
"..."
Takigawa Yu narrowed his eyes.
He tried to find a trace of lying on Bai Lan's face, but failed unsurprisingly.
After thinking for a moment, Yuichi Takigawa decided to refuse to continue the topic.
Without sufficient intelligence, he could easily be brought into the ditch by Bai Lan.
"Then let's go here, Bai Lanjun."
The fact that Milfiore's Italian front was breached by the security side of Penggli's assassination force, Vari, was enough of a headache.
"You should have other things to do, right?"
Mori Ogai, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled lightly, and the attitude of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger made one of Mirufiore's captains stand up.
He looked a little angry, and was about to say something, but was stopped by a gesture from the gloomy Bai Lan.
A group of little devils in Peng Lie.
Obviously, as long as Xiaozheng and Yuichi were by his side, the battle would be over within two days.
Thinking of this, Blanchesuo looked directly at the boy sitting in the shadows again.
"Yuichi." He laughed incredulously, with a violet-like luster in his clear eyes.
"As the leader of Milfiore, I welcome you to Italy at any time."
Yuichi Takigawa likes to poach people.
But it was the first time he knew that digging people could also be digging in front of the boss of the other organization.
"Stop staring at me."
After losing three games in a row, Yuichi Takigawa raised his head in pain.
"I am very satisfied with my life now, and I have no intention of changing jobs at all."
Mori Ogai: "Who knows."
Ozaki Momiji: "After all, Yuichi is the type to follow wherever the salary is high."
Dazai Osamu: "Ah, how ruthless."
Now the pressure is on Zhongyuan Zhongya, the only one who has not made a statement.
"..." Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent, obviously not wanting to participate in such childish things, "Do you have to say it?"
Mori Owai smiled: "Yes, it's an order."
Appeared! The King of Hearts!
"You have also degenerated into a child, Mr. Sen."
"Well." Mori Owai smiled even deeper.
He closed the document in front of him and propped his chin up when he raised his head: "I'm just curious, who will Zhongya choose between me and Yuichi-kun."
Yuichi Takigawa almost broke his phone.
"Congratulations, Zhongya." In the silence, Osamu Dazai, who was watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, heard the implication, "This is a parental divorce issue."
...
parents? what parents? Who wants to be parents with Mori Ogai?
Although he was mentally prepared in advance, Yuichi Takigawa's expression distorted for a moment when he heard this.
"I can't afford Chuya's salary." The boy pretended to sigh, looking past Momiji and Dazai, and looked straight at Mori Ou, who was also looking at him.
After a long time, he said quite calmly: "So, this kind of headache should be left to Mr. Sen to deal with."
"..."
Ahh, what a cautious kid.
It would be better if it could be completely used by him and not have such great ambitions.
Mori Owai pondered in anguish, imitating Blanchesuo just now and showing a look of regret.
"Forget it." The white-gloved hand turned over a page of information, and Moriou began to change the subject when he lowered his eyes.
The charred ground was littered with broken test tubes, and the man who lost his life was lying on the test bench, one hand hanging weakly.
"Yuichi-kun."
"I want to talk to you about this black-clothed organization and the psychic."
The heavy wooden door of the conference room was closed, and according to Mori Ogai's intention, only Takigawa Yuichi stayed.
Zhongyuan Zhong also stood at the door and thought for a while: "Is Takigawa really all right?"
"...Probably." Osamu Dazai put one hand in his pocket and tapped the buttons with his fingers bored, trying to break Yuichi's previous record in Lianliankan.
"After all, compared to Yuichi, what the leader wants most now is the ability to open the license."
Someone in the mafia is starting to work on abilities, which doesn't bode well.
Once the delicate order between psychic and ordinary people is broken, the whole of Japan - no, even the whole world will be forced into chaos.
However, if used properly...
For the port mafia, this may be an opportunity.
Ding
The colorful scores on the screen jumped out, Dazai looked at the name that was squeezed to the second place in the ranking, and smiled lightly.
"Lord Dazai." The subordinates in the corridor walked past carrying boxes, "Has Cadre Takikawa come out yet?"
Hearing the familiar name, Osamu Dazai rarely raised his eyes.
His eyes swept across the completely unimpressive face in front of him, and finally stopped for a moment on the sealed paper.
"what is this?"
The man in the suit scratched his head: "The people from Mirufiore brought it, and they say it's the second gift for Cadre Takigawa."
Brandeso.
"Hey, they are really blatant." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and said lightly.
"Have you checked?"
"……No."
Dazai put down the phone and smiled innocently: "In other words, if there is a bomb in it, we will die together immediately."
The man in the suit was shocked: "Hug, sorry, we'll send it for inspection."
There was the sound of the hour hand moving in the air. Although it was too small to be heard, it was still caught by the black-haired boy beside him.
Dazai was stunned for a moment.
"Zhongyao!"
"It's so noisy, you don't need to say it."
The crimson light climbed onto the cardboard box, and a second after the glass shattered, there was a loud noise over the port mafia building.
Debris fluttered down in the air, but Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head and stared at his hand quietly.
In the second just now, he seemed to have gone to [another time and space].
The sun was setting in Yokohama, but the spacious chief's office was deadly silent.
Dazai and Sister Hongye stood on both sides of the room, their heads bowed, their neat clothes were messy, and half of their bodies were covered in blood.
All are at one with the darkness.
Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't see their expressions clearly, he only knew that the overwhelming red obscured his vision.
Takikawa fell there.
He died in front of them.