Chapter 140

To become a "child lover"

After starting work—

More work, of course!

Dongshu watched in bewilderment as Mr. Ke swaggered over to her side and then arrogantly placed various reference materials into her hands.

Dongshu slowly typed out a question mark.

"?"

The little boy wearing glasses tugged at his tie and said smugly, "Look, you might be able to offer some ideas, right?"

These are all derivative literatures about His own world that He collected from other worlds.

Dongshu casually flipped through the pages, then looked troubled: "...Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

These materials contain some speculations about the possible ways the Whiskey Trio interacts with the children.

However, most of these children are raised by three adults, and the children are often labeled as young, helpless, or even experimental subjects covered in scars.

A heartwarming script that rescues the seeds of the nation's future from a fire pit.

It's understandable that she's popular; after all, she liked it too.

However, it just doesn't feel right that my ruthless boss is actually wearing Rob Roy's disguise.

"Anything is fine." Mr. Ke waved his hand casually. He had just picked up a few things; otherwise, he wouldn't have done anything at all, considering he was the pillar of his family...

He rolled his eyes and coughed twice: "These are things that the neighbors sent to you. They said they absolutely had to deliver them to you."

The next second, the little boy disappeared from sight, leaving only the paper falling from the air.

Dongshu reached out his hand, and the paper obediently fell into his palm as if it were his own mind.

The scattered papers have been arranged one by one in the order they were to be read.

That saved her a lot of trouble.

Upon opening the paper, it was indeed a Forest-style leader clip reference sent by the little wild dog.

Just like before, he gradually copied the behavior of Uncle Mori next door, who believed that "the leader is the slave of the organization."

Fuyuki immediately adopted a serious learning attitude; after all, this was her senior!

I always gain many new ideas from this, whether it's how to project my authority or how to manage my subordinates...

She curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

—They are all very interesting.

He truly deserves to be the leader of the port Mafia.

Mori Ōgai's profit-driven approach is very valuable.

The Little Wild Dog maintained his consistent editing and music style, and he looked even more gloomy and great.

As he watched, Dongshu's fingers trembled, and spiritual energy flew through his fingertips, instantly causing the temperature in the room to drop a few degrees.

Fuyuki didn't think it was that easy for someone to feel like they were in an icebox with just a glance, as others had described.

There is no crash course in leadership in this world that can help her.

We can only rely on our own strength.

Just like I've done countless times before.

She was already quite adept at using external forces to enhance her momentum.

A leader whose thoughts no one can fathom, a leader whom everyone fears, a pillar whose true dark side no one can expose—this is precisely the element that this world lacks.

The original pillar of the dark side, Karasuma Renya, was a terrifying man whose true information was not discovered until the very end of the world.

He had thrown out countless smokescreens before this, and even people within his own organization were unaware of his true intelligence.

Vermouth, the mysterious witch rumored to have a close relationship with the boss, is seen as the key to breaking through.

However, the information she knew was still insufficient to construct that boss surrounded by technology and information.

As the master of the dark side who is known throughout the world, Karasuma Renya truly did everything he was supposed to do, things that the inexperienced Fuyuki could not accomplish.

And now she has to do it.

He uses his experiences in other worlds to supplement everything he deserves.

The video showed a bloody scene that filled the eyes, with countless fallen corpses forming a throne.

To become the leader of an organization, to become a boss revered by all, even if she draws on the help of others, even if she uses power from outside this world, she cannot lose sight of her responsibilities.

After searching and looking through everything the little stray dog ​​had brought, and carefully taking notes, Fuyuki pondered for a moment.

Perhaps I could learn from Uncle Mori's attitude towards Alice in dealing with the Three Bottles of Whiskey undercover agent?

A wonderful idea was born.

It's a very superficial indulgence, but behind this performance lies absolute control.

That was just his superpower, just his puppet, just a fragile being he pushed to the forefront, but one that ultimately played its due role.

Miss Alice was a pampered and noble young girl in everyone's eyes.

Whiskey, on the other hand, is the delicate man who got in through connections, a fact that everyone can see.

Fuyuki's eyes lit up; wasn't this exactly what she wanted?!

"Yagen, go..." Fuyuki whispered, his eyes gleaming, as if he were suggesting some interesting game.

After listening, Yagen Toushirou nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, General."

Then he hurriedly left the place.

A sleepless night ensued as the boss's intriguing game once again befell everyone.

They have nowhere to escape, and for the sake of the world's stability, they are destined to complete their path under the control of the Dark Pillars.

As for the areas that are insufficient, let her take charge of controlling the water flow.

The lights in the room suddenly went out, and slender, delicate fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the thumping sound gradually spreading throughout the room.

Like a countdown to something, it gradually goes from clear to blurry, until it finally disappears completely.

*

The next day, at Fuyuki's secret base.

"Today, your task is to try on all the clothes in this room," a heavy voice announced.

Ran Toushirou, clutching a piece of clothing, smiled as he looked at the three men with cold and indifferent expressions.

"Who wants to try first?"

Bourbon had a dark expression on his face. He had just finished a task and handed the USB drive to the contact person. Before he could do anything, he was suddenly pulled over. He thought there was some urgent task, but it turned out to be playing house with children.

When he saw Scotland's face was slightly flushed and he looked obviously not right, his heart was stirred even more. He didn't know what his childhood friend had gone through to look like he had been ruined. Something just didn't look right!

Scotland managed a forced smile. He had been dragged out of the bathroom by the boy in front of him. The force of his resistance had left him naked and exposed. He had only managed to get some clothes to cover himself after a fierce struggle; otherwise, everyone present would probably have gotten styes by now.

Heaven knows what he felt when he saw a little kid suddenly break down the wall, rush in, grab him, and run away. For a moment, he didn't know whether to feel ashamed or saddened that the future of the country had been poisoned once again.

Rye looked perfectly normal. He was the only one present who was found intact and arrived here without any fright... if you ignore the heart-pounding fear he felt while being carried around the walls.

At least his heart was perfectly intact and had not been stimulated by any death or shame. Well done, well done.

Ran Toushirou blinked, and after waiting for a while without a reply, he looked at Fuyuki as if complaining: "Master, they are not cooperating at all, really."

Fuyuki mimicked his movements, blinking his eyes, and sat in his seat, cupping his face in his hands and smiling as he watched everything unfold before him.

Uncle Mori's first step for Alice is a fun dress-up session.

This is a very simple step, and Fuyuki feels that she can execute it perfectly.

However, my own small arms and legs are not suitable for me to do it myself, so I may need to think of a way, such as entrusting my ideas to the sword spirits to implement them.

A perfect leader doesn't need to be perfect himself; if he can utilize the talents of various fields and make them work for him, that is more than enough.

"Random sauce, you need to get them to cooperate."

As she finished speaking, her trembling hands were hidden in her sleeves, and the girl calmly said, "No matter what means are used."

The temperature in the air dropped instantly.

"In that case..." Ran Toushirou looked at the three people in front of him as if he had gained confidence after hearing the words. His short sword flew nimbly in his hand, and its sharpness brought a gust of wind in the air.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone icy: "I won't be giving you any more nice advice, okay?"

—Absolutely obey the leader's orders.

This is a rule that Fuyuki set after becoming the boss.

Rules need to be upheld, and these swords who followed the Saniwa here are the best upholders.

The woman, so delicate that even her appearance resembled that of a girl, stared at them, and her aura suddenly changed.

A murderous aura swept over them, causing the three to tense up instantly, their fingers silently reaching for their weapons.

"...Is it required for the mission?"

Scotland convinced itself to speak up quickly to break the ice.

His gaze swept over the brightly colored clothes, not only the various colorful suits, but also countless evening gowns.

At first glance, these glittering things made him feel as if his eyes were being poisoned.

Is it really appropriate for members of the Black Organization to wear such sparkly things?

"Yes, it's a mission."

Seeing that his attitude had softened, Ran Toushirou put down his short sword, picked up the white suit he had just put down, and adorned the collar and sleeves with colorful diamonds, giving the simple and formal suit a distinctive look.

Standing under the lights, it exudes an aura that could blind people.

Dongshu coughed lightly twice: "...Since everyone is following me, we all have to get used to it."

Karasuma owns many businesses, many of which are directly registered under her name, as she is too lazy to find someone else to manage them.

Although a child becoming the owner of an enterprise inevitably attracts the covetousness and resistance of others, the various forms of suppression that follow those petty actions also prevent those with ulterior motives from having any plans.

She blinked and pointed to Iiyama and Iikai behind Ran Toushirou: "These things are all my family's products, and they need to be sold later. How about I borrow your faces for a bit?"

The three undercover agents each have their own striking appearances; these three good-looking individuals absolutely cannot be wasted in the organization.

While managing Uncle Mori's Alice-style management, she also focused on expanding and strengthening the business. Staring at the three people who still looked rebellious, she launched her final attack: "As my party partner, you must also get used to this kind of attire."

A "political official" who, having obtained what he wanted through the organization, immediately cut off contact in an attempt to whitewash his image...

His eyes darkened.

But it needs to be dealt with.