"Why don't you talk?" Seeing Nakahara Chuya remained silent, Takigawa Yuichi asked curiously.

He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, with a thoughtful expression, "Or is it too strange to call such a name?"

"...No." Zhong Yuan Zhong also replied, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, probably because he drank a lot of wine at the banquet, his eyes moved elsewhere, and there was a hint of drunkenness in his lowered voice.

"That's fine," he said.

Takigawa Yuichi observed him for a while, then raised the corners of his lips triumphantly: "Your alcohol capacity is not good either, by the way, I can drink two glasses now."

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Alcoholic beverages are not considered alcohol."

Takigawa Yuichi: "..."

Yuichi Takigawa: "Drunk and biting people are not qualified to speak, do you know how tired it is to be crushed all night."

Zhong Yuan was also silent, and glanced at the subordinates in the corridor whose ears were pricked up like antennae.

...

He didn't need to wait until night, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't need to think about it. As long as he turned on his phone in a few minutes, he would see those weird posts on the forum.

Although Takikawa himself didn't care much about it, it was obviously a big taboo in the Mafia to talk about the leader.

Nakahara Chuya frowned and decided to go to the technical department later.

He wants to name all those guys who are not afraid of death.

On the fourth day of becoming the leader, Takigawa Yuichi received a communication from Vengley.

The content of the communication is very simple, nothing more than expressing simple congratulations and expectations for future cooperation. Tsunayoshi Sawada, who is wearing the cape of the first generation, looks very tired. Did not sleep well.

besides

"I'm not that scary, Masaichi?" Takigawa Yuichi sat on the seat boredly, raised his eyes to look at his friend who wanted to get out of the living room door, "You are more likely to be frightened than Ango."

"... Has Sakaguchi-kun become your standard of measure now?" Irie sighed, and couldn't help but glance at the closed door behind him.

It's not that he's afraid of Yuichi, Irie Masaichi just feels that if he does something, he will be targeted by the two cadres at the door who don't have the same aura at any time.

But obviously, Takigawa Yuichi misunderstood what he meant.

"Because I thought you would be nervous, so I let Dazai and Chuya go out-if you want to see them, just open the door."

Irie Masaichi: "..."

Irie Masaichi: "Why would I do such a horrible thing?"

Takigawa Yuichi also didn't understand, but it was just that he held his chin and changed the subject lightly: "Speaking of which, has the system in my mind been turned off?"

Irijiang Zhengyi said "hmm", with a troubled expression on his face: "After all, I don't have the habit of peeking at other people's privacy."

makes sense.

It would be easy to hack into a base's network and replicate Bailan's time-traveling machine—if only Zhengyi was a member of the port mafia.

It's a pity that Zhengyi doesn't look like someone who would betray Pengo Lie.

Sawada-kun is also very kind to Masaichi, not like he needs to worry.

Takigawa Yuichi thought, and closed the flaming letter in his hand.

The young man did this slowly, and Irie knew clearly that he was in a daze, but the light and shadow made the outline of his face flicker, and his light-colored eyes were covered by the broken hair on his forehead. At first glance, it only looks wronged and pitiful. Irie was choking, and suddenly felt that it was not a good thing for his friend to be too good-looking.

"Turn it off and I will talk to you." Irie Masaichi finished speaking, and then muttered in a soft voice, "As long as you need, I will always talk to you."

【"All right."】

【"There is nothing permanent in this world."】

Takigawa Yuu was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that he seemed to have said this sentence.

So the young leader tilted his head: "Thank you?"

Irie Masaichi: "..."

Irie Masaichi: "Don't believe it so easily! Wait, I don't mean to tell you not to believe me. Anyway, anyway... Ah, what do I want to say."

Irie Masaichi, who was in confusion, clutched his stomach in pain because of nervousness, and before he could figure out what was going on, a light weight came from his shoulders.

Takigawa Yuichi put his hand there, plundering his pain indifferently.

"Will this be better?" When Irie raised his head in a daze, the other party lowered his eyes and looked at him like this.

Because he had done too many similar things, Takigawa Yuichi seemed to feel that this was nothing more than a little effort.

He didn't get an answer from Irie Masaichi, he just thought of something, and suddenly asked himself: "By the way, do you want anything? I have to return the favor to you for the previous matter. "

Irie Masaichi stared at him in this posture for a while, then silently let go of his hand covering his stomach for a while, and stood up straight.

"...No." He said, "Yuichi, not everything has a price tag."

"I don't want you to pay back. From the beginning when I kept you away from Yokohama, I didn't intend to let you pay back."

Irie Masaichi has a basic view of good and evil, and never supports killing people to solve problems.

But at the end of the day, he's a mafia himself.

In the battle between Mirufiore and Pengo Lie, he once commanded a bunch of people to die in vain for a plan.

This was for what Irie Masaichi thought was right.

No one can force him to make a decision.

"I will help you only because I want to help you."

As Irie said, he seemed to be thinking of the time in the United States.

At that time, the teenager was sitting beside him in the laboratory, earnestly raising a cage of mice that were about to be executed for the experiment.

At that time, Yuichi raised his head and asked him——

【"Do they have a name?"】

Irie sighed, his thoughts converged, and his expression calmed down.

"Yuichi, that's what I've been saying all along."

[Takigawa Yuichi] This name was once again determined to be death by the Metropolitan Police Department. Takigawa Yuichi has no intention of explaining it. After all, everything about the leader needs to be protected. It is of course the best choice for everyone to know his name.

But when passing by the office building of the First Search Division, Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help but glance at the windows above.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't wear sunglasses, and leaned there with a half-lit cigarette in his mouth.

Takigawa Yuichi was very confident that his prying would not be discovered - if the other party hadn't been hit by a paper airplane thrown by his companion, and smiled sideways to pick it up.

The moment their eyes crossed, Matsuda Jinhei was obviously stunned.

... According to this situation, should he run away?

Takigawa Yuichi squeezed his chin to think, but before even half a minute, a panting figure appeared at the stairs.

Matsuda Jinpei's suit was open, revealing the shirt inside.

His curly hair was already fluffy and messy, and it became even more messy after running like this.

...Oh, it seems that Matsuda hasn't given up on catching him.

"I declare in advance that I haven't committed any crime recently." Takigawa Yu said expressionlessly, "But even if I did, you won't be able to catch it..."

The youth's voice was interrupted by a hug.

Takigawa Yuichi had no memory of what happened in the church after he shot himself. He didn't know how Matsuda confirmed his death, and he didn't know how Matsuda was held down by his companions, watching Osamu Dazai lead him go.

He was just puzzled by this sudden hug.

"Are you going to arrest me, Mr. Inspector?" Matsuda Jinpei heard him ask.

So Matsuda paused, and then remembered that the bastard in front of him was a criminal.

In order to kill another criminal, he was so daring as to shoot himself in the heart.

The second before he pulled the trigger, he pushed the door open.

Matsuda Jinpei recalled countless times, if he had been earlier at that time, would the result have been different.

——In the end, this guy actually played the trick of resurrecting from the dead.

"You dare to wander around until the search class is here." Matsuda Zhenping let go of his arm, and turned to grab the opponent's wrist.

His voice broke through his chest, with anger that he didn't understand.

"...I didn't go to the search class." Takigawa Yuichi stared at the road under his feet for a while, then raised his eyelids to look at the other party, "Or did you invite me up?"

"Beforehand, my subordinates will blow up the whole building thinking I've been caught."

Matsuda Jinpei frowned suspiciously, only then did he notice that the other party's attire seemed to be different from before.

It's a bit like, a bit like a photo captured by the police in Yokohama some time ago.

Japan's largest Mafia group changed hands four days ago.

Takigawa Yuichi patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be sad, it seems that unless you are promoted to the police chief, you won't be able to catch me."

"..." Matsuda Jinping's blue pupils narrowed, the angry aura on his body subsided, and he laughed calmly after a while.

"It's not the police chief."

Takigawa Yuu couldn't help turning his face away when he thought of the other party's speech about punching the police chief.

Matsuda Jinpei: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Takigawa Yuichi coughed, and glanced at his subordinates on the surrounding buildings who were about to move, "It's just that if you don't let go, my lovely Akutagawa-kun can't help it."

The leader's light voice came from the headset, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was praised for his cuteness, froze in place, pursing the corners of his lips uncomfortably.

Matsuda Jinpei recalled for a while before he remembered who Akutagawa was.

Amid the aroma of the ramen shop, Ryunosuke Akutagawa had a cold face, as if he was about to kill all the people around him, but he obediently held the dishes in his bowl that were about to overflow.

……cute?

To say it's cute, it's obviously...

Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously looked at the young man in front of him who was curiously studying the revolver pinned to his waist.

...Wait, why did he have such an idea.

This guy is obviously not his companion anymore.

"The question you asked me before about the justice of the minority."

Matsuda Jinhei tightened his grip on the opponent's wrist, he looked at the eyes in front of him, and at the moment the voice fell, the five fingers that were clenched tightly finally loosened.

The young man who said in the rain not to leave his back to him, kept his back to him when he resolutely jumped out of the window.

Matsuda Jinpei finally knew why he was angry at that time.

What is said must be done.

Sooner or later he'd catch the pissed-off guy.

"Takigawa."

Matsuda Jinhei raised half of his eyebrows and called his friend's name for the first time after the reunion.

"I'll tell you all about it when I become Superintendent of Police."

"...Actually, I just came back to get some clothes."

In the apartment in Meguro District, Takikawa Yuichi opened the closet, and repeated what Matsuda said with Bourbon and Mofuku Keimitsu behind him.

"No, it seems that you are also policemen." After finishing speaking, Takigawa Yuichi suddenly realized this, and looked vigilantly at the two behind him, "Slip away, goodbye."

Bourbon was expressionless, and before he took the first step, he reached out and grabbed his collar: "Aren't you afraid of Matsuda, but me?"

Takigawa Yuichi raised his head: "It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's just that you basically remember to submit evidence when arresting people. You can arrest whoever you seem to want."

Bourbon: "..."

Indeed, he really wanted to arrest this guy.

After so many years in the organization, Bourbon's mentality has changed.

Even if no evidence can be found, he can still fabricate an evidence that can make the above shut up.

Oh, it seems that have found a way to deal with this ignorant guy.

"Has your impression in Yuyi's heart changed to this, zero." Zhu Fu Jingguang said with feigned regret, leaning against the door with his arms folded.

Yuichi Takigawa: "Condemn!"

Bourbon: "...shut up."

Takigawa Yuichi: "But Hiro also..."

Bourbon: "Besides just replace your cake with veggies."

So vicious.

Takigawa Yuichi closed his mouth, but his eyes were uncontrollably aimed at Bourbon's screen.

"I didn't expect that one day you would have to reply to the news about gin." Yuichi Takigawa sighed, expressing regret for the bourbon mysticism, "Do you want me to help you?"

Bourbon suddenly had a bad feeling.

He watched the other party turn on the cellphone that had been shut down for a long time, and dialed Ginjiu's number with Spinita's name, and then he remembered why Ginjiu didn't announce the identity of You Yi as an undercover agent.

...But Gin probably wouldn't openly answer Yuichi's call in front of Vodka and the others, right?

Bourbon came to the conclusion that just as he wanted to remind the other party, the call was connected in the next second.

Gin didn't take the initiative to speak, but Takigawa Yuichi said "fight" indifferently.

"..." At that time, he was far away in the United States, impatiently giving a shot of gin to the traitor at his feet, "No time."

"Your efficiency is so low." Takigawa Yuichi complained, "I completed the handover in three days."

Qin Jiu sneered, it was rare that he didn't solve the trouble directly, but shot the man who was begging for mercy at his feet in the abdomen.

The organization's TopKiller ruthlessly hung up.

Takigawa Yuichi was not surprised by this result.

"Okay." He turned his face and proudly announced to Bourbon and Zhu Fu Jingguang who were silent, "Gin Jiu must hate me even more now, so he won't care about you."

Ah, in terms of deflecting hate.

He is a genius of geniuses.