"Still angry..." The black-haired young man leaned against his shoulder and whined like a spoiled puppy, "I need Boss to let me record the alarm clock."

Tsunayoshi Sawada opened his mouth and almost agreed.

But before that, a hand pressed on his other shoulder.

"You forgot to introduce who this is." The sniper in the knitted cap lowered his eyes, his expression unclear, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed as usual - to be more specific, it was not even as relaxed as when he was fighting with Bourbon on weekdays.

The vicious dog gritted his teeth, raised his head, and glared fiercely over his leader's head at the guy who ruined his good deeds.

Awful knit hat.

Sawada Tsunayoshi coughed, put his hand on Novan's forehead and pushed him away.

"Sorry, I almost forgot you haven't met him yet," he said, smoothing Novan's hair soothingly, like patting a big dog, "This is Novan, my partner."

Although he didn't get the wake-up call recorded by the Boss himself, this recognition was enough to cheer Novan up.

He stood up, feeling very excited because he had absorbed enough Boss, and he also found the knitted hat more pleasing to his eyes.

Humph, no matter what, this knitted hat was found by Boss according to his request, and it was found according to the standards he set so that Boss could always think of him. What does this mean? The knitted hat is his stand-in! It's just a stand-in!

Thinking of this, the young man became very proud.

Seeing him like this, Lai, who had never cared much about it before, suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Not far away, two of his colleagues, who did not get along with him very well but kept their distance from each other, were staring at him closely. As a sniper, the young man, who was very sensitive to people's gazes, could not relax at all, and his brain was working rapidly.

It is known that their boss has his own business in Italy. From various channels - mainly the gossip of the code members in the sniper training ground and Andrea's intelligence - I learned that the other party's industrial layout is not small, but I have not seen him handle related work after coming to Japan.

Of course, it is also possible that Johnny English is still wary of them, but unlike the two bottles of wine that have only recently followed Johnny English, Shuichi Akai has been with Johnny English for some time. Compared to the ruler who was exiled but still firmly grasped the local power, his boss was more like a corporate slave who finally saved up enough annual leave and rushed to a foreign country for vacation.

This should be something that can be said.

Combining some of the intelligence, it can be concluded that this guy named "Novan" is the "Mad Dog" who appeared in Andrea's intelligence and helped Johnny get more business in Italy.

Shuichi Akai quickly filtered the information about the other party in his mind, but the other party nodded and raised his hand to shake hands with the other party.

"I see." He quickly put on a smiling mask, looking very humble. "I haven't heard Boss mention it before, so I didn't recognize you the first time. Sorry."

Nice Job!

Although he and Lai had always been at odds, Toru Amuro made an exception this time and praised the other in his heart.

Although they always fight among themselves on weekdays, when facing the guys who want to snatch the boss's family, they are united as a whiskey team!

Seeing that Novan paused after hearing what Lei said, and his mood, which had just improved, suddenly turned worse, while Lei, who was usually low-key, was calm and composed, and Bourbon was jubilant, Tsunayoshi Sawada could not help but cover his forehead.

Scotland considerately handed him a glass of milk to calm him down, but in fact, it was to divert the attention of his boss who was trying to neutralize the situation.

The Godfather, who was completely oblivious to the evil intentions of the seemingly honest Scot, turned around and pretended not to see the open and secret struggles of this group of guys who were fighting for something unknown, and instead ran into the arms of everyone's good mother Scot.

Wuwuwu Ma——

…

The joke was just an appetizer. Even before the party started, Novant had still insisted that it was okay for him to stay by Boss's side and no one could stop him from being close to Boss. After the party started, the young man who had already attracted much attention still had to deal with the guys who took advantage of every opportunity to get close to him like a car war.

I'm very angry.

The only thing that can comfort him is that all these ugly things come to him, so his boss doesn't have to condescend to deal with these ugly old faces.

"But I didn't expect that Mr. Novant would be interested in this gemstone appreciation."

"After all, it's a legendary gemstone that grants immortality. Hahahaha. Even though Mr. Novan is still a young man, he still has to make some plans for the future, right?"

"Speaking of which, what do you think of the gemstone samples sent by the Tozawa family?" The man who said this stroked his nonexistent beard and cast his eyes on the child not far away. The ring on the child's hand was shining. "My grandson loves it."

Novan glanced at it and looked away nonchalantly, but he mentioned it casually, and the smart people continued with the topic.

——After all, the Boss also said that he cares a lot about the "Fire of Life" this time, so he has to work hard and get some intelligence.

Thinking of this, Mr. Novan pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile towards the partner that his family had cooperated with in Japan, and relied on the Boss he had just sucked to persevere.

Even so, I still want to be with the Boss...

Meanwhile, seeing that Novan and the sake, who for some unknown reason had a chemical reaction when they were together, were finally separated, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He stood in the corner, with three bottles of whiskey surrounding him as usual, like three door gods that could not be driven away.

Not only did she not leave, the blonde would even lower her eyes and ask herself in a depressed tone whether she had done anything wrong.

...Isn't it what have you learned recently? You are a professional intelligence officer, not a male host in Ginza!

He pushed away the pretentious Amuro·host·Toru in annoyance, and the guy who looked like some kind of super ferocious vicious dog looked at him listlessly, not like a ferocious dog anymore, but more like a coquettish cat.

Probably a Siamese with a small black face or something like that.

The Godfather looked at his pitiful appearance. Even though he knew that it was an intelligence agent with excellent acting skills pretending to be him, he couldn't accuse him in a malicious tone.

After the commotion just now, some people have noticed their presence.

However, the strange thing is that even if people were to go and chat with the mad dog who was rumored to be ferocious and unapproachable, no one dared to come up and talk to the cold-looking brown-haired young man.

Compared to these guys with different moods, Ryota Murakami was obviously more frightened.

He looked from afar at the corner where the brown-haired young man was. None of his former good friends came to visit him, which gave the red-haired young man a chance to calm down.

He observed the guy in the corner while eating. The jealousy he had felt for the guy being favored by Chris Wynyard had faded away under the shock, and he was able to observe the guy more clearly.

Compared to the other guests who he had guessed in his mind, he, who was closest to them just now, obviously had more say, knowing that this young man who looked introverted must be no ordinary person.

——Just kidding, he heard that Novan calling him Boss.

Being called "Boss" by that gentleman's right-hand man...

Thinking of this, Ryota Murakami couldn't help but shudder, and saw his own future in the concrete pillars of Tokyo Bay.

No, given Novant Dutch's character, being able to spend his old age in a concrete pillar would even be the best option.

Otherwise you can only try again.

He cautiously glanced at the big guy in the corner. Unlike when they were in a hostile situation just now and he just disliked the other party, now looking at Sawada Tsunayoshi in the corner, Murakami Ryota even felt that the other party's hair was glowing.

The brown-haired young man had a typical Asian face, but he probably had Italian blood - or maybe other countries, it didn't matter - and he didn't have the height problem of the Japanese. Standing among the bodyguards around him, he didn't look weak, and he had an outstanding temperament. No one would think he was weak.

The other party's manners and etiquette were clearly the result of rigorous training. His every move and gesture revealed his elegance and grace. It was smooth and pleasing to the eyes. Occasionally, she would lower her eyes indifferently, and the moment she raised her eyes, it was as if she was stepping on his heart.

Ryota Murakami suddenly understood Mr. Novak's weak attitude in front of the other party.

Even if it was him, as long as the master could smile at him, he would be willing to kneel down and act like a dog.

As he was thinking this, his body moved before his brain did, and when he raised his foot, someone pushed him.

"oops!"

It turned out that he didn't notice that a boy happened to run by his feet. Although there was no accident like slipping, the red wine wet Murakami Ryota's collar.

The red-haired young man frowned. The silver-haired kid who came from nowhere didn't even bother to get up. He looked at him with tears in his eyes and apologized, which made the young man frown even deeper.

"you……"

"Yes! I'm so sorry, big brother! It's Yuya's fault."

Before he said anything, the child was about to cry.

Murakami Ryota looked at his wet suit. If it were the old him, he would have scolded the brat. But now he could see his own death in Tokyo Bay, so there was no point in getting angry with the brat.

And if he is unlucky, he will be doomed if he offends some young master who he cannot afford to offend.

So the red-haired young master frowned and looked confused for a long time, then breathed out through his nostrils.

Then he leaned down and stretched out his hand as the child looked at him tremblingly.

"Stand up first," he frowned, but couldn't help saying, "Men bleed but don't cry. Take back your tears for me."

The young man with the arrogant red hair is still very intimidating.

So even though he was still very scared, Yuya sniffed and swallowed back his tears.

"It's quq..."

As she said this, she hesitated whether to extend her hand to let the other person pull her up... because the older brother looked so scary.

Ryota Murakami was getting a little impatient, and just when he was about to withdraw his hand and let the kid fend for himself, a strange yet familiar voice rang in his ears.

"What happened?" That voice, the gentle voice he had just heard and would never forget in his life, rang in Murakami Ryota's ears. There was no anger after being offended, but full of concern. "Are you hurt, Yuya, and this... Mr. Murakami?"

Murakami Ryota slowly raised his head, and the slightly wrinkled face of the godfather was reflected in his red eyes.

He opened his mouth, and once again his body moved without thinking.

"Woof."