Chapter 64

All dinners were more or less the same. Even those in the other world were no different from ordinary wealthy businessmen's dinners, except for an extra security check.

The participants were all celebrities from the other world, and the slightly inferior organizations were not qualified to enter. For example, the Yamaguchi-gumi, which was more well-known to more people, had almost all been recruited into the white way, so no one came this time.

This is also the reason why there are extra security checkpoints. No one is allowed to enter with weapons, including hot weapons or cold weapons, in order to avoid conflicts.

Of course, the big guys will never entrust their lives to the so-called security agreement. Each of them will bring a few bodyguards, and they are not just ordinary people with skills, but basically people with supernatural powers.

This banquet was held in a private villa. After all, there were so many gang leaders gathered there, and it was impossible to hold it in a place like a cruise ship or a hotel where they could be easily tampered with and wiped out.

People started arriving one after another since six o'clock in the afternoon. Men and women in luxurious clothes walked hand in hand. In the magnificent and luxurious hall, an orchestra was playing dance music that was melodious and tasteful.

The waiters were busy walking back and forth in the hall carrying plates. According to etiquette, the waiters should be dressed more formally than the guests. Over the British shirts, they should wear U-neck vests and very formal bow ties.

When Yashi came in, even though he often attended various formal occasions, he was dazzled by the extravagance here. There was an air of decadence everywhere, and Yashi felt that the gold lines on the wall were probably real gold.

This extravagant scene was not enough to make him lose his composure, and he did not like this kind of pretentious way of showing off wealth. Perhaps it was because of preconceived notions, after learning that the people here were all serious about sentencing, with an average sentence of 80 years, he no longer had any interest.

If we really compare the lavish spending, who can compare to Shengye? Yashiro still remembers that in Shengye's garden, even the gravel road was made of various gems, and he felt it was a sin to step on it. Not to mention the villa model made of gold, which Shengye brought to ask him if he liked it, and if he liked it, he would make it and give it to him.

Of course he couldn't like this, but from that day on he had a new understanding of how rich Seiya was.

…

Yayoi looked around the venue very calmly, and at the same time many people were watching him secretly.

The Port Mafia is the largest underworld organization in Yokohama. Yokohama is a relatively important city in Kanagawa, but it is not easy to extend to Kanto or Kansai regions or even

Compared with other organizations in Japan, Asia, and the world, it is indeed not worth mentioning.

However, what makes it special is their army of people with special abilities.

Yokohama is the cradle of the development of people with special abilities. Almost all of them will come to Yokohama without any prior arrangement, and either go to the Port Mafia or be incorporated into the government and governed by the Special Ability Department.

More than a year ago, the brutal previous leader of the Port Mafia was still in office. At most, hundreds of people died in a single day. People in Yokohama were in a panic, and the Port Mafia was also in decline. Everyone was looking forward to the day when the tyrant would suffer the consequences of his own actions, the Port Mafia would completely collapse, and they would be able to take over the legacy of their predecessor.

If this were a fairy tale, a brave man would appear at this time to bring light and hope to everyone. In reality, such a person did appear, but he was not a righteous brave man, but a personal doctor of the previous generation.

A middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, took the last words of his predecessor and became the new leader.

Under the leadership of Mori Ogai, the Port Mafia was almost completely reorganized and lay dormant. The previous chaos gradually subsided, and Yokohama gradually returned to its former tranquility.

Mori Ogai was not a flamboyant person, and there were even rumors that he was a cowardly man. This gave many people the illusion that if they brought the orphans of the previous leader out, Mori Ogai would obediently give up the position of leader. Even if he was unwilling, he only needed to make a slight threat.

The Port Mafia, although not a large organization, has received the most attention at this moment.

No one knew who the young man in the white suit was, but Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya behind him were both very famous people.

Dazai Osamu joined the Port Mafia with Dr. Mori. He was only sixteen years old but had an amazing talent for crime, and almost no one was willing to be his enemy. And Nakahara Naka next to him was even more terrifying. The sense of oppression from the superpowers was full on him. He relied on absolute force to create a reputation in the other world that he should not be provoked.

These two are well-known figures in the other world. Now they are following half a body length behind the young man they have never seen before, following him like subordinates.

The boy was wearing a white formal suit, standing there with an upright posture. The heaviness of the British suit added a bit of maturity to him, and the buttons were neatly buttoned to the top, making him look clean and neat. Under the suit, which was not a slim fit, one could still see his slender figure, and the vest and shirt were layered together very comfortably, giving him a sense of abstinence.

He raised his head slightly,

His gleaming green eyes swept across the crowd in front of him, and soon he lowered his eyes, as if he had lost interest in everything that happened today.

But he had no interest in other people, but others were full of curiosity about him. If it was just his face, it would be fine. This young man, who no one had ever seen, had a sense of leisure that comes from being in a high position. It was definitely not something that ordinary people could cultivate. Even if someone said he was the crown prince of a country, some people would believe it.

The most important thing to attend such formal occasions is to dress well. You have to act mysterious and nonchalant, and also leave a good impression according to the purpose.

Yashiro is used to doing these things, and they are even easier than what he had to do in his previous world.

In the past, he would often be the protagonist of a banquet, and everyone would come to greet him. Today, even if someone had guessed his fake identity, most people would wait and see, and would not take the initiative to come and test him.

So he just had to pose nicely for them to observe, and he was not without gain anyway.

Yashi just looked up and glanced at the venue, and saw many familiar faces. It doesn't mean that he knows them, or that he knows them, but it's only a one-sided acquaintance...

In comic works, gangs are also an excellent and enduring subject.

For example, he just met the eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi, who looked like he wanted to run away immediately. The brown-haired boy was wearing a black suit, and even though he didn't like such occasions, he insisted on keeping serious. He already had the prototype of a mafia godfather.

The two guardians following behind him, one was a purple-haired girl wearing an eye patch, and the other was a young man with white hair and green eyes. They had fierce looks on their faces and were paying attention to everyone around the leader like vigilant hounds.

Hayato Gokudera has short hair, but with this special color combination, it seems more appropriate to say that he is Gin's younger brother.

Yashi thought of something happy, tapped the corners of his mouth, and raised his right hand slightly. The person behind him immediately took half a step forward, raised his wrist and placed it under his palm, supporting him.

"Sen..." Yashiro habitually wanted to complain about his little discovery to the people around him. The black-haired boy with his eyes bandaged narrowed his eyes and smiled at him.

"Yes, do you have any instructions?" Dazai Osamu asked in a respectful tone, with the tail tone deliberately prolonged, finally revealing that he was not as respectful as he appeared.

"Nothing." Yayoi closed her mouth, and the hand on Dazai Osamu's wrist also became strange.

"I understand." Dazai Osamu chuckled and said in a low voice, "Don't call my name wrong next time, Master."

Well, it's thoroughly exposed.

"Dazai." Nakahara Chuuya also lowered his voice and warned the guy in a low voice. However, Yayoi soon heard Nakahara Chuuya's slightly angry voice and knew that Dazai Osamu must have made some expression to anger him again.

Yashiro raised her hand and touched her earlobe as if to ease the embarrassment.

The earrings were also replaced with new ones with larger gems than the previous ones. Of course, for the sake of beauty, I can't fill all the ear holes with them, and the feel of them is also a little different from before.

The eyes of the people around him fell on him vaguely, and Yashi let them look at him. His most important task today was to show everyone that he was really the successor of the previous leader.

Most of those looks were malicious, but they could be ignored. There was only one look that made Yashi feel like a thorn, and the back of her neck felt a little cold.

He raised his head as if unintentionally, and met the eyes of the silver-haired young man who had just been thinking in his mind that he might have some kind of relationship with the Vongola Ranshou.

Gin: ...

Yayoi:.

Since it was a gathering in the other world, the organization was naturally invited. As the person in charge of the organization in Japan, it was normal for Gin to come in person.

Well, it's normal.

Yashiro slowly looked away, pretending she saw nothing.

Gin sneered.

"GIN?" The young man who came from a distance with Furuya Rei handed the wine glass in his hand to Gin and looked at Gin with some confusion.

Gin took the glass and drank it all, then casually placed it on the tray in the hands of a passing waiter.

The waiter with a pair of blue cat eyes picked up another wine glass from the tray, handed it to Gin with a smile, nodded slightly to the other people, and left.

The young man touched his chin and said in a brisk tone, "After Scotland shaved his beard, he looked like a high school student. Shouldn't Bourbon or me have done it?"

"Don't say code names casually outside, Ichinose." Gin held the wine glass, but this time he didn't drink it all in one gulp. He reminded the doctor opposite him in a cold voice.

"Sorry, I forgot." Ichinose said apologetically. He turned and smiled at Furuya Rei beside him. "After all, this is my first time to do this kind of mission. The Port Mafia is reluctant to cut off its funding. This time, whether the young master succeeds or the doctor wins, I will try my best to convince him."

Before today

He didn't know this member. According to Gin, he was a researcher without a code name. He looked harmless, with ordinary brown hair and a pair of thick-bottomed glasses that looked very powerful. But he was still a member of the organization, so Furuya Rei was 100% wary of him.

Research? What is the organization researching…

"Ichinose-kun is also working hard." Furuya Rei said with a smile.

Ichinose smiled with his eyes curved, but did not continue his words. He turned his head to look at the place where Gin had been staring, and immediately showed a surprised expression, "It's cider! You're so cute today!"

"Ichinose." Gin called his name with a slight warning.

"Sorry, sorry." He said without any apology, supporting his chin with one hand and tilting his head happily, "Vodka should also prepare some light-colored clothes for him. Look how suitable they are."

Furiya Ling pursed his lips and looked at the doctor with a slightly scrutinizing look. He seemed to be particularly concerned about Yayo? He even knew that Vodka was responsible for preparing daily necessities for Yayo.

"If you like doing this kind of thing, I will ask the boss for permission when I get back." Gin said with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was not used to such occasions. Gin didn't even wear his black hat. He talked especially a lot today.

"Okay." Ichinose agreed immediately, but soon shook his head and said with a little regret, "Forget it, I won't compete with Vodka."

Gin snorted coldly and continued to glare at Yayoi fiercely. Some people looked so weak during the day that they were about to ascend to heaven, but now they were dressed neatly and carried him on their backs to attend the dinner. It seemed that he was too nice to him.

Ichinose glanced at Gin, smiled, and looked away.

Fūya Rei was also thinking about it in his mind, but he didn't show any expression on his face. His eyes fell on the person behind Yashiro.

He had seen those two people before. At least Dazai Osamu should know that he was a policeman before. Although the other party was with Yayoi and might not say anything, he still had to find a way to remind Hiro later.

Why is Yayo here? As the successor of the previous leader of the Port Mafia, it always feels dangerous.

Suddenly, the lights in the venue dimmed, leaving only a spotlight in the center. After successfully attracting everyone's attention, a middle-aged man walked up to the booth.

Yashiro had never seen this person before, at least not a character in any work he had seen.

A microphone slowly rose from the ground.

The man tested the sound briefly, and the lights in the hall came back on.

The participants this time were all guys who cared a lot about their lives, or there were many people who wanted to kill them. When the lights went out, Yashiro heard a lot of fabric rubbing and footsteps. And Nakahara Chuuya moved closer to him, put his arm around his waist, and didn't let go until the lights came back on.

Chuuya was indeed protecting him seriously as he said, which made Yayoi feel very safe. He turned around and smiled at Chuuya Nakahara.

Chuuya was stunned. His version was still when Yashiro lost his memory and turned into a cool guy who didn't like to smile. He didn't expect the version to be updated so suddenly.

But it's all the same. He raised his eyebrows and curled his lips at Yashi, lowering his voice and saying, "If you need anything, stay closer to me. The guys over there are much worse than me in physical skills."

The crowd around began to applaud sparsely, but the man on the stage already looked very satisfied. After all, the people who came today were all big shots, and it was a great encouragement for him to be able to cooperate with him and give him a little applause.

"I believe everyone already knows that Mr. Mori from the Port Mafia is here today. He is going to announce an important matter here—"

Normally, a title should be added before Mori Ogai's name, after all, he is now the leader. But perhaps because of the fact that Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya were on the same side, the man underestimated his opponent, so he just called him by his name vaguely, and did not follow the rules to call him the leader.

This time the applause was obviously more enthusiastic than before, which shows that no matter whether it is the ordinary people or the powerful gangsters, everyone essentially loves to eat spectators.

The man wearing a red scarf stood up with a smile on his face.

Although the port mafia that is being watched by the public may not be happy to show up, especially Mori Ogai. He prefers to be the mastermind behind the scenes and make things go according to his plan through his own planning, rather than stepping forward to let everyone laugh at him.

But this time was different from the past, the time was too short, and his counterattack was not strong enough. The only good thing was that the substitute Dazai found this time was of good quality, which made his plan more credible.

Mori Ogai lowered his eyes slightly. He was not completely ignorant of this young man. Since Dazai picked him up, someone had already reported to Mori Ogai, not to mention that Dazai arranged him in the apartment of the Port Mafia, and he even had a very good relationship with Nakahara Chuuya.

It's just that Dazai didn't bring this boy to join the mafia this time, and even though Mori Ogai was interested in him, he couldn't communicate with him. This is the tacit understanding between him and Dazai.

If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't touch Dazai's people.

But in fact, Mori Ogai had met this boy once before. At that time, he disguised himself as a decadent middle-aged quack doctor as usual, and brought Alice to the boy who was sitting in front of the square feeding pigeons. The boy looked up and smiled at him knowingly, as if he knew who he was and what he was going to do.

Mori Ogai gave up talking to him and passed by a bookstore on the way back. The poster hanging at the door showed the face of the boy he had just met, but it was drawn in a cartoon style.

After returning home, Mori Ogai watched the anime... no, it was Alice who watched the anime. After watching it, she kept asking for that meal replacement, or the main meal.

This incident was unexpected, but also included expected acquiescence and connivance.

Mori Ogai's smile deepened slightly, and he said, "I'm very sorry for wasting everyone's time today."

Although he said this, he knew in his heart that none of the people below really hoped that the Port Mafia could get through this difficult time. They all wished that the Port Mafia would take over directly on the spot so that they could come up and share a piece of the pie.

"But I think today is a very good opportunity for me to announce something very important to the Port Mafia." Mori Ogai's eyes fell on the supporters of the previous leaders, paused for a few seconds and then moved away. "I am the personal physician of the previous leader. The previous leader had no children, so he passed the position to me before he died. I am very grateful and have been working hard for the organization for the past two years."

The banquet was very quiet, with only the violinist in the orchestra playing Mendelssohn.

"However!" Mori Ogai's tone suddenly became high-spirited, and a surprised smile appeared on his face, "Not long ago, I found the orphan of the previous leader."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Yayoi who was standing in the crowd. Yayoi's expression did not change at all, and she raised her head with a gentle smile and looked at Mori Ogai.

The retainers of the previous leaders also looked at Yayoi in disbelief, and one of them screamed, "It's not him!"

"This is a token of trust." Dazai Osamu said, holding a seal on his handkerchief. He stepped forward and said, "This is the token that the young master carries with him."

Things are no longer interesting at this point. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Mori Ogai will win this time, and many people have begun to feel disappointed.

Although the token is reliable, it still depends on the words of the person. No matter whether the boy over there is real or not

The orphan has fallen into Mori Ogai's hands, so there is no suspense anymore.

The previous faction of the Port Mafia was indeed a bunch of trash, following a thug, and the people under him were really useless.

"It is truly a blessing from God that I can find the young master. So while all my colleagues are here, I hope that you will all bear witness that this month I will return the position of leader to the bloodline of the previous leader." Moriou looked at Yashiro with a kind smile, as if he really wanted to do this.

The people around were even more bored. Not only was Mori Ogai's victory inevitable, but they also had to accompany Mori Ogai to the end of the show. It seemed impossible to obtain the political legacy of the Port Mafia after its destruction, but they couldn't tear their faces apart now, so they could only wait for it to end.

The next thing to do is easy to think about. The young man over there wants to decline this matter and says that he would rather the more experienced Mori Ogai be the leader.

"How about you take this opportunity to agree to it?" Dazai Osamu whispered in Yashiro's ear while Mori Ogai was talking. In order to prevent others from hearing, he leaned very close, almost touching Yashiro's ear, "I will assist you well."

"Please spare me." Yayoi said. If he really agreed, Mori Ogai might eat him alive.

Dazai Osamu laughed beside him.

Just as they expected, Yayoi politely rejected Mori Ogai's invitation, and Mori Ogai still served as the leader.

Mori Ogai also refused again, saying that he was willing to accompany him just like he had accompanied his predecessor before.

Yashi thought, then I will just send it, but she still rejected him calmly, saying that she wanted to concentrate on her studies now.

This is of course nonsense, he hasn't been to school for at least half a year.

Mori Ogai then reluctantly agreed and expressed his hope that he could become one of the top five executives of the Port Mafia and that the Port Mafia would always be his home.

The play is almost over at this point. Many people have already dispersed to the tables over there to eat. As long as Yashi agrees, it can be over.

"I object!" Suddenly someone stood up. Such a sudden voice attracted everyone's attention. People who had lost interest in today's events became alert again and turned around to see who said such a thing.

The person standing over there was an ordinary young man with brown hair, who looked very young, but not particularly conspicuous. The person next to him was more famous. Many people active in Japan knew him. He was a ruthless killer with long silver hair, one of the leaders of that organization, Gin.

The young man frowned, not noticing Gin's murderous look, and said loudly:

"This is the successor chosen by our boss. How can he become your cadre so easily?"!