Scotland has found that the number of times children are intimate with their bosses has increased sharply recently.

Not only in the safe house, his childhood friend stuck closely to Johnny, and even when the latter had more and more tasks, the blond young man followed his boss, just like a hound following its master.

Although as a friend, he should have helped his boss and his friend get through the strange cold war period and enter the honeymoon period, but as the two of them seemed to be gradually getting along, he felt as if he was being excluded.

Hmm, is it an illusion?

The young man thought so while casually dismantling the weapon in his hand. He looked up and saw two men, one tall and one short, wearing windbreakers and leaving the safe house.

"Another mission?" he asked.

Amuro Toru lowered his head to put on his shoes. Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had arrived before him, took off a hat that was similar in color to his windbreaker and turned around to respond.

"That Gin guy is almost treating me as his laborer." He muttered and complained.

Thinking of organizing Labour Gin, Scotland was silent for a moment.

In this way, Johnny English was almost dying in Japan before Gin dug him out to exploit his remaining value. It can only be said that the relationship between the two people is really good.

Thinking of this, when the young man raised his head again, he saw two people, one in front and one behind, having opened the door.

Johnny, who was wearing a black windbreaker and a black wide-brimmed hat, with only orange trim and shirt, waved and said goodbye.

Tsunayoshi Sawada nimbly jumped down the last step.

Bourbon jogged to the side and drove the car consciously. After a while, another black Porsche taken from Gin drove smoothly on the road.

Only then did he take out today's task list, looked at the tasks on it, and sighed worriedly.

Ever since he last entered the gem laboratory, Gin seemed to have suddenly remembered that Japan still had him as a labor force, and began to reuse him as a labor force, striving to squeeze every drop out of him with a work schedule of 0.5 Gin.

0.5 Gin, that's 0.5 of the workload of Labourer Gin, an organization that even Rum feels inferior to!

Even in his original world, he had only faced such heavy work diligently during the hectic days when he had just officially become the leader of the Vongola and was under the gun of his personal teacher.

At that time, Reborn even took out the death bullet that had been in the bottom of the box for many years, and said cutely, "Work with the determination to die," which was not cute at all, and shot the bullet into the Godfather's forehead.

Then the fire of death burst out like the fire in a lighter, and the Godfather, wearing only his underwear, lay on several paper documents as high as a person, roaring through that dark period.

Now, there is such a heavy workload again.

The Godfather looked at the papers in his hand and thought about the work that was about to be done. He became dejected and looked out the window with a sigh.

Bourbon, who was sitting in the front seat, was attracted by his movements and looked back from time to time. He saw his boss almost crumpled up in the back seat and couldn't help but laugh.

"Run away."

After a while, a brown head appeared between the two seats in the front row and whispered in Bourbon's ear, "Let's run away together, Amuro-kun."

The Porsche, driving at the maximum speed limit on the city highway, almost drifted on the spot.

"Please don't say such willful words," Bourbon said with a straight face after the false shock. Looking at the boss's puffy cheeks reflected in the mirror, he couldn't help but think that he was a little cute.

"But if you want to speed up your work, I have a way."

The head that had been drooping drooped suddenly lifted up.

The blond young man couldn't help but smile at his expression. He stepped on the accelerator pedal and quickly shifted the gear to a higher position.

"Please hold on to the handrails," he wiped his nose and smiled handsomely, "We will now--"

"Wait Amuro?"

"Let's go——!"

I don't know who issued the driver's license to the guy codenamed Bourbon.

When getting off the Bourbon roller coaster for who knows how many times, Tsunayoshi Sawada thought dazedly that the man must have been bribed, absolutely and for sure, otherwise how could Toru Amuro, who possessed the skills that amazed the entire Akina Mountain, pass the mediocre driver's license qualification test?

It was so thrilling. Even when he rode a suspended motorcycle for the first time, it was never so thrilling.

As he thought this, he glanced at the blond young man who was getting out of the front seat. Since this was a more formal business negotiation, the other party was dressed more formally than usual. Even so, Tsunayoshi Sawada always felt that the man in the vest and shirt did not look like a member of a transnational criminal organization, but more like a bartender or something.

Feeling his gaze, Toru Amuro also looked back. Seeing that his boss had a cold expression, he did not feel ignored and skillfully showed a smile that was only used when facing his boss.

Now the bartender imagined by Tsunayoshi Sawada slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a place full of lights and wine with a big golden ball flashing. Bourbon, wearing a shirt and a black vest, stood in front of a champagne tower and stretched out his hand to the person in front of him.

"Will you dance with me tonight, little kitty?"

——Help! What is he thinking? Did the teachers take his imagination into their minds when I secretly watched excellent light novels last night?

Facing the sincerely doubtful gaze of his blond subordinate, the Godfather coughed guiltily.

"Let's go." He lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent, and switched back to work mode. "This is the last job of the day."

Yes, with the help of Bourbon, who has first-rate driving skills, they have greatly increased their work speed. Now, before the sun sets, they have already arrived at the last mission.

The most important one is to cooperate and negotiate with the leading local organizations.

Although he really wanted to complain about the fact that Gin, as the person in charge of the Japanese region, did not do it himself but instead caught a strong man like him, but both publicly and privately, Tsunayoshi Sawada hoped that he could control the details of the cooperation between the brewery and the Yamazuchi-gumi.

——Of course, it would be better if the cooperation failed.

If it had been better before, he could have found ten thousand reasons to fail this business, but now was the critical period for him to deeply organize the Fire of Life Plan. If something went wrong, it would be a loss.

Although he was very reluctant to work for the organization, fortunately he recently discovered a good way to transmit intelligence. If he was lucky, the public security department would know it in real time before the cooperation with the organization was reached.

With a bad idea in mind, the Godfather walked into a high-rise building surrounded by two rows of men in black.

The big men in black suits standing on both sides like reception ladies did not have that kind of heart-moving temperament. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional that the blue tattoos revealed could make people's hearts move physically.

And the Godfather didn't even give these guys an eye.

He stood at the foot of the building and looked up. He could almost see the top of the building that reached into the sky and shimmered in the sunlight.

He lowered his eyes and smoothed his cloak that was blown by the wind.

"Let's go, Bourbon." He turned his head slightly and said, "Since the leader of the Yamazui Group is already waiting for us, it's not good to keep him waiting any longer."

The blond young man pouts his ears like a hunting dog, and scans the area vigilantly before fixing his gaze on the leader in front of him.

The hound's fangs were retracted, and he lowered his eyes, revealing a submissive look.

"Yes, Boss."

From a high place overlooking everything, the middle-aged man with a cigarette in his hand looked down at everything, looked at the two small dots entering the building, and took a deep breath.

It's time to welcome the "guests".

…

…

"guest?"

Kenji Hagiwara pointed at himself and made a puzzled sound.

The magazine member who passed the message to him nodded, looked in the direction of the reception room, and showed a puzzled expression.

"So this isn't the guest you invited, Mr. Hagiwara?"

The strange rumors when he first came to the magazine club have long been dispelled by Hagiwara's special skills with max social ability. Although it is a special attack on girls, it seems that it is not completely ineffective against men now.

At least from the surface, the entire magazine company still likes the new teacher, Mr. Hagiwara, who is said to have a good background, strong ability, good looks and a kind personality.

Kenji Hagiwara was also delighted with the slow pace of life and work in the magazine. If he had not already plunged into the bottomless pit of the Public Security Police, if he had entered this magazine earlier, before he chose to become a policeman with his childhood friend, there might not be Officer Hagiwara now, but only "Teacher Hagiwara" of the magazine.

Although he didn't know who the visitor was, Kenji Hagiwara temporarily put down what he was doing, went into the tea room to pour a cup of tea, and pushed the door into the reception room.

When he met other colleagues on the way, they all called him Mr. Hagiwara with a smile - to be honest, even he felt a little disrespectful when he heard the word "teacher".

Although I know that this is the basic name for people in a magazine company, which still has a bit of literary and bookish atmosphere, but perhaps because I have been in awe of the teaching profession since I was a child, I always have a subtle feeling of being unworthy of the position when I am called "teacher".

If it's a senior, it would be very suitable.

Although the senior looks fierce when he is dazzling, he is said to be a gentle person like the sun in his daily life. If he is a senior, it is probably natural to be called "Tsunayoshi-sensei".

As he thought of this, he suddenly paused in his attempt to push the door open, and thought of a terrible possibility.

"Wait a minute, Teacher Daye!" The black-haired young man holding a paper cup rushed to the desk of the colleague who had just passed the message to him, "Teacher Daye, do you know why the guest who just came here came?"

This is really a problem.

The editor named Daye scratched his head and thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure about that," he said, "but I seemed to have seen him write Mr. Hibari's name when he registered at the front desk... Mr. Hagiwara?"

The moment he heard Hibari's name, Kenji Hagiwara's eyes widened.

He handed the paper cup in his hand to Daye, who was confused, and walked quickly towards his desk.

Wait wait wait Hagi, calm down. It's just Hibari-sensei's name. What if it's a client that Senior asked for? What if it's a fan like you? It doesn't necessarily mean Senior will come to the magazine in person to submit the manuscript. Even if the deadline for "This Thing 3" is approaching, Senior may not come to the magazine in person to submit the manuscript, right?

His brain frantically yelled at him to calm down, and Hagiwara checked nervously.

The hair was ok, the shirt and knitwear were ok, and the black-framed glasses that matched the magazine were a bit ugly but could show that he was well-educated so that was ok. He thought about it and took out the men's perfume that some colleague had given him, and sprayed it lightly in the air to make sure that he would get some on himself.

Then he nervously put his predecessor's manuscript into a folder, held the folder in his pocket, took out a new cup he had just bought and had not used yet, and went to the tea room to make a cup of tea again.

Finally, he stood in front of the reception room with frosted glass as the outer wall, exhaled solemnly and knocked on the door.

"I'm Hagiwara, I'm coming in." He pushed open the door and felt his heart jumping from his chest to his throat.

…

…

“Is this the first time we’ve met?”

Completely different from the younger brothers of the Heishan Society downstairs, the Yamazui-gumi boss, who was wearing a light brown suit, leaned over slightly to pour tea, raised his head, and a smile that could be considered kind appeared on his slightly plump face.

He looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi and was not embarrassed by the godfather's coldness. Instead, he felt that it was the most normal thing.

After all, this wasn't just any other guy, it was the legendary Johnny Winchester.

So he sat back down with a grin on his greedy hyena face.

"Mr. Jigokuji."

Sawada Tsuneyoshi tilted his head. To be honest, it was a bit awkward to hear a scheming guy calling out his pseudonym at such a serious moment in the negotiation, especially since that pseudonym was the name of his partner - it was a mistake. He should not have used Jigokudera-kun's name.

Even if it is not the same world as his, what if when the people here call Ji Si's name, his companions will also sneeze?

And there is also the name of Hibari-senpai… God knows who gave him the courage to use Hibari-senpai’s surname as his pen name. He just hesitated a little when choosing the pseudonym at the beginning. After all, the name of the smartest Jigokudera-kun had already been used by him, and the rest of the guys didn’t seem to be that smart (not really), and none of them looked like they could write light novels.

But his great predecessor, Skylark, is different. Skylark can do anything.

...In fact, the Godfather just threw a dice, and watched with fear as the dice rolled on the ground, from Reborn's name to Mukuro's, and finally landed on Hibari-senpai's name.

This is actually going a bit too far.

He came to his senses and saw that the smiling guy opposite him was still saying something, but it was nothing more than some formal remarks, and the compliments were not to Johnny Engel, but to him as the "Decimo".

If he really was working hard for the winery, Johnny would have been impatient by now. God knows why this cunning guy is talking nonsense about him.

But he was not a loyal dog like Gin, he was just a small worker, and the kind who was passive at work. So he held his chin with his hand and responded by saying "hmm" and "ah" as if he was listening to the other person.

This old fellow must have no good intentions, Tsunayoshi Sawada thought, after all, the greed in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

He couldn't help but think back to the deal. He remembered that the organization wanted to have long-term cooperation with the organization that controlled a certain port, so as to facilitate the transportation of arms, medicines and other things from all over the world to the Japanese region. The guy in front of him was the head of the Yamazui Group in this regard. He had been in control of the port for three years since he was promoted by the previous head three years ago.

As a worker, his performance can only be considered mediocre, but he is the younger brother of the lover of the organization leader, so he can sit firmly in this position.

Of course, whether this brother is that brother is another matter. After all, he seemed to have seen some interesting information, saying that the two people not only have no relationship, but also seemed to have had a relationship in middle school.

How good was the middle school period? He didn't enjoy the happy life of an ordinary middle school student when he was in middle school. Every day he was either being trained by Reborn or on the way to be trained. His tutor dominated every stage of his life since he was 13 years old. If they were to say that they had been together for so long and still called each other siblings, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't believe it.

But this kind of stuff can only be regarded as gossip. As for why I thought of this, it was simply because when I saw the fat guy rubbing his hands with five gold rings on his ten fingers, Sawada Tsunayoshi remembered his judgment of this man's character.

He bullies the weak and fears the strong. He is opportunistic and lacks ability, but is extremely greedy.

Even though he had heard of his identity from somewhere, he did not feel fear or anything like that, and actually wanted to join forces with him to take over the goods from the winery.

The Godfather changed his posture with interest, and his gentle eyes gave the man encouragement invisibly.

"Mr. Jiji, what do you think?" He gestured, spreading out his left hand, which had a gold ring on every other finger, and even a ring on the severed little finger. "If you're willing, I'm willing to give you 50%."

Sawada Tsunayoshi chuckled.

"What a straightforward guy," he said, "but I think you should know that I am the one responsible for this shipment, and if anything goes wrong, Gin will feed me bullets."

However, the other party squeezed his eyebrows and forced an ambiguous smile.

"What are you talking about?" His slightly plump body leaned forward, and the fat was piled together, which looked a bit spicy. Not to mention that he stretched out his intact little finger and hooked it obscenely.

"Given the relationship between you and Master Gin, how could he bear to feed you bullets... You should eat other things instead."

Something else...something else?

Tsunayoshi Sawada blinked and gave the other person an obscene smile, always feeling as if something had been destroyed without his knowledge.

Seeing him like this, the man couldn't help but wonder if he had guessed something wrong.

But how could this be possible? He had paid a huge price to get this information from a code-named member of the organization.

If the other party was not short of money and he was good at networking, he would definitely not be able to buy such valuable information.

It is said that even within the organization, few people discuss the relationship between Gin and Johnny English - however, in the internal forum of the organization's code members, there is an entire section dedicated to the discussion of the relationship between the two!

It is rumored that one of the veterans of the zone is Vodka, another codename member following Gin. He also fought hard to become the number one subordinate of the organization's Top Killer, so the source of the information is absolutely authentic. Even if he is the CP leader of Gin x Johnny and has a very rich filter for the relationship between the two, facts speak louder than words, and the information and photos delivered by him firsthand must be true.

The man who relied on such relationships to rise to the top and earned a place in his lover's lover's organization was not surprised or surprised by this. On the contrary, since he received this information for a large sum of money, he has developed a strong admiration for Johnny Yingjia, who was brought back when Gin was on a solo mission, and later obtained a code name to go to Italy (he firmly believed that some "help" from Gin was indispensable for this), who kept Gin by his side even though he was in Italy, and who was quickly taken back to Japan by his old lover after he made a mistake.

He is truly a role model for our generation!

Seeing the other person's smile becoming more and more strange, even Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"That... Mr. Oyama?" He was a little confused for once - since he wasn't sure whether the other party could understand what he meant, he still tried hard to reject the other party's idea of ​​​​lining his pockets together with him.

"If that's the case, I think it will be difficult for us to continue our cooperation in the future," he said with a frown. "The organization is not short of partners, but the Yamazui Group's sincerity is indeed sufficient, so we chose you first. If your group is full of talents like you, then there is no need to discuss such cooperation."

Only then did Dashan come back to his senses from his daydreaming.

He thought about it carefully, looked at the serious-looking young man, and his face darkened.

After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"As expected, you are the one who deserves the award, Johnny." He wiped the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, "Because the person in charge of Japan is Gin?"

ha?

"If you want to say that, then that's right?"

But it always feels weird to say this.

Dashan felt that it was not surprising. Just as he would maintain a certain bottom line for Keiko, Johnny would also maintain his bottom line for Gin.

She is worthy of being the one he has chosen!

"We are friends of the soul!"

ha??

Although I don't know what he is thinking, I always feel that it is not a good thing. Moreover, Sawada Tsunayoshi also refused to become a so-called "spiritual friend" with such a guy... He has never seen a spiritual friend, but he has seen the tutor's mind reading skills.

He sighed helplessly.

"If this is your sincerity, then I will not accompany you."

Seeing him like this, Dashan started to laugh.

"Don't worry, Johnny gets a bonus." He picked up his cigarette again, clapped his hands, and a picture frame behind him moved away, revealing a small frame space.

"I am sincere," he said. "I have heard about the Fire of Life, so when I received this thing, I asked my men to intercept it."

He stood up and took out a red crystal from the frame.

"Look, is this the lifeblood of your organization that has been lost?"