Chapter 61 The Great Fish's Superpowers and Worldview.

Silence doesn't disappear; it just shifts.

Rei Furuya sat there, slowly weathering and fading, and could shatter on the spot with just a poke.

He persisted, arguing, "In our language system, 'Mafia' doesn't mean the same thing, does it?"

Seeing Furuya Rei trying so hard to find an excuse, Kitagawa Ryusei felt embarrassed to explain himself.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the handcuffs that Furuya Rei had thrown away.

One action speaks louder than all explanations.

Rei Furuya looked at the handcuffs in his hands and took a deep breath.

However, it was no use.

Let's go see Kitagawa Ryusei again.

This guy's gaze is as open and honest as can be.

After his gaze swept back and forth several times, he finally placed his hands on Kitagawa Ryusei's shoulders as if making a firm decision, his eyes solemn and his voice earnest: "Ryusei, shall we defect?"

"The end of the mafia is getting shot."

Kitagawa Ryusei retorted just as earnestly: "The end of the Port Mafia is where the enemy gets shot."

"..."

Rei Furuya pressed on: "Haven't you enjoyed your years as a police officer? Being a mafia member requires hiding, that's not for you."

“The port mascot has an operating license and there’s an unspoken understanding between it and the official agencies in Yokohama; they even have a partnership. Our office building is the tallest building in all of Yokohama… a total of five buildings.”

Rei Furuya: "..." I've learned something new.

These are definitely different concepts, aren't they? Whose mafia is so arrogant?!

The Mafia also issues business licenses.

Do they even have a license to kill, where killing the wrong person results in a point being deducted, and the license is revoked after accumulating twelve points?!

Officer Furuya's vision went black; he could no longer see the future of another Japan.

In the blink of an eye, he made a great decision—he had to keep Kitagawa Ryusei in this world.

If he can stay for seven years, then he can stay for a lifetime.

Even if the other party wants to go back, you must follow closely.

Even if it means sacrificing one's virtue, one must ensure that Kitagawa Ryusei stays on the right path!

Just as Furuya Rei was making up his mind, Kitagawa Ryusei picked up his phone.

Sure enough, several work groups were in an uproar.

Many police officers saw Kitagawa Ryusei and Furuya Rei leave together, and a few even overheard them and learned that they were going to the training room.

There are all sorts of rumors circulating in the group right now. Some people are speculating that it's a long-standing feud between Team Zero and the Special Investigation Team, while others say it's a personal grudge between the two leaders.

In short, everyone was listening intently for the results.

The members of the special investigation team were going wild in the group chat, declaring that they would come to cheer on Kitagawa Ryusei.

After confirming there was no important news, Kitagawa Ryusei replied with a whack-a-mole emoji, knocking back the few who had gone too far.

To his surprise, the group chat had also been buzzing with excitement until this point.

When I clicked in, I found that the discussion was also about whether Furuya Rei would get beaten up.

Hagiwara, Morofushi, and Matsuda Jinpei voted for the "guild," while the squad leader, having missed a lot of crucial information, chose to wait and see. All four of them eagerly awaited their reply.

Among the three people who would get beaten up if they surrendered to Tani Rei, the one with the strongest conviction was not Matsuda Jinpei, but Hagiwara.

He seems to have some exclusive information but refuses to share it.

Kitagawa Ryusei looked up in confusion at the other party involved in the conversation.

The two were standing quite close, practically shoulder to shoulder, so Furuya Rei could easily see his phone.

Upon noticing that Kitagawa Ryusei was looking over, he immediately raised his hands in surrender and said sincerely, "I made a phone call to Kenji from the command vehicle. I'll go and explain right away!"

Kitagawa Ryusei: "..."

When this matter was brought up, Kitagawa Ryusei recalled being turned away not long ago, and his expression remained blank for a second: "It's okay, Kenji knows."

Now it was Furuya Rei's turn to be puzzled: "What do you know?"

"Special abilities, but I think he probably guessed about the other world as well."

Kitagawa Ryusei spoke very naturally, as if it were just a trivial matter like "secretly ordering a family bucket of food and eating it all by myself behind my friend's back" that could be resolved by simply being smug.

But Rei Furuya's voice trembled with surprise as he exclaimed, "How did he know?!"

Even I only have a vague understanding of it!

Kitagawa Ryusei was about to explain, but then he realized that he couldn't be too explicit about it, so he shifted his gaze from Furuya Rei to the ground: "Well... practice makes perfect."

It will pass at zero o'clock when the valley falls.

Such a thing as supernatural ability is too far-fetched to be easily revealed by Kitagawa Ryusei—after all, even she herself doesn't know—so it can only be that Kenji witnessed Kitagawa Ryusei using a strange supernatural ability.

Given the prerequisites for triggering superpowers, the fact that both of them were in danger at the same time... could only think of the explosion that occurred outside Kitagawa Ryuseimon.

Rei Furuya said calmly, "So you were seriously injured after all, you were practically dying..."

Kitagawa Ryusei looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but wouldn't look at Furuya Rei.

This happened so long ago, the bomber has long since gone to meet the King of the Underworld, surely there's no need to settle scores later...

Seeing that the blond youth's face was darkening further, Kitagawa Ryusei preemptively covered his mouth: "Three rules!"

His voice was completely blocked. Furuya Rei was confused but could not make a sound, so he could only blink to signal him to speak.

Kitagawa Ryusei took a deep breath: "We respect each other's worldviews. I won't activate my abilities unless absolutely necessary. You shouldn't dwell too much on the injury."

You should know that injury is a burden for him, but death is not.

In his dictionary, near-death experiences can be transformative.

Having just witnessed Kitagawa Ryusei casually pick up a knife and stab himself in the heart, Furuya Rei could still feel the lingering fear, nodding vigorously.

Only at this moment did he fully accept that Kitagawa Ryusei was different from them and possessed supernatural abilities, and he was even incredibly grateful for it—

If Kitagawa Ryusei were just an ordinary person, Furuya Rei couldn't imagine what he and Hagiwara Kenji would have done if the bomb had suddenly gone off.

But at the same time, he also learned that Kitagawa Ryusei had faced countless dangers in places he was unaware of.

The more I thought about it, the deeper the bitterness and pain pierced my heart, as if a small knife that hadn't actually pierced it had stabbed my heart.

He threw himself onto the young man, wrapping his arms around his waist and shoulders, and holding Kitagawa Ryusei tightly in his arms.

"Feel sorry……"

The familiar and comforting scent enveloped him once again. Kitagawa Ryusei was momentarily surprised by the sudden intimacy, but then he came to his senses and patted the young man on the back.

His voice tinged with amusement: "If it's because Zero had questions but didn't ask me directly, and instead bothered himself like a little dog, then I accept it."

Rei Furuya muttered a defense of himself: "Anyone would be at a loss if they found out about something like this..."

Although I now know that my boyfriend is indeed a member of a gang from another world, at least he's not an undercover agent.

Moreover, he seemed to understand where Kitagawa Ryusei's nonchalant confidence when facing the organization came from.

As both are yakuza groups, at least the Black Organization doesn't dare to openly build office buildings in Tokyo.

There were no surveillance cameras or other people around, but the training room wasn't exactly a place for heart-to-heart talks, and it was still a bit strange for two grown men to be hugging and cuddling there.

Rei Furuya was pulled up from the ground by Ryusei Kitagawa. When he raised his hand, he aggravated the injury on his shoulder, and he grimaced in pain.

"Hiss—be gentle, be gentle, Ryusei, your arm is going to break!"

Kitagawa Ryusei didn't believe a word of it. Didn't he know what kind of injury he had caused by doing it himself?

He showed no mercy, reaching out to pat the guy's arm and saying, "You're too rough."

Rei Furuya, limping and supporting his arm, didn't look like he had just finished a fight; he looked more like a robot that had been disassembled and reassembled, but with his forearm and thigh put back on backwards.

Having failed to elicit any pity, the blond youth immediately returned to normal, though he continued to gasp for breath and rub his shoulders.

While rubbing, she said, "Ryusei, your physical skills are too fierce. Kicking and hitting people really hurts."

Moreover, his jumping ability and waist strength are exceptionally good. After taking off, he can complete many dodging and attacking actions in mid-air using only his waist strength. He can complete a set of kicks and punches without landing.

Thinking this, Furuya Rei secretly reached out and squeezed it. The texture was no different from before; it still felt normal.

Could it be that there are differences in physical constitution between different parts of the world?

Without batting an eye, Kitagawa Ryusei slapped away the restless hand behind his waist, draped his jacket over his forearm, and said very modestly, "I'm just so-so, nothing special. I help the leader deal with some disobedient small groups in the guerrilla forces. I'm far inferior to my seniors."

"..."

Rei Furuya didn't want to delve into the term "military unit".

He raised his hand to his forehead: "Never mind... let's change the subject."

I have a feeling that Kitagawa Ryusei has completely let loose in front of him.

Kitagawa Ryusei readily agreed: "Then let's go home."

*

They returned to the place where Kitagawa Ryusei lived.

As usual, the little Siamese squatted obediently at the door when the door was opened, waiting for its owner to come home so it could pounce on it and rub against it, begging to be the first to be petted.

Normally, Siamese fur color changes with temperature, becoming darker in colder weather. However, the weather in Japan has been increasingly strange lately, with spring, summer, autumn, and winter alternating. As a result, Little Coal Ball is stuck in an awkward state of being neither completely black nor completely dark, with only its face and paws being darker.

Rei Furuya glared at the color scheme with obvious displeasure, standing to the side with his elbows crossed, his disdain undisguised: "How old are you to still be using this trick? Do you think you're still a little kitten?"

She's been sterilized for so many years and still won't behave.

Kitagawa Ryusei looked back with a hint of helplessness and said, "You're even more childish than it."

Rei Furuya disagreed, stating that it was absolutely impossible.

"Go take a shower," Kitagawa Ryusei said, not wanting to argue with a child, grabbing a towel and draping it over Furuya Rei's head before shoving him into the bathroom: "You're filthy."

...although the vast majority of them were from fighting with him and rolling on the ground.

He kicked a small portion of it.

But this did not stop Kitagawa Ryusei from disliking it.

Rei Furuya was pushed and shoved inside, reminding him, "Remember to put medicine on your hands."

"I know, I know."

...

While Furuya Rei was taking a shower, Kitagawa Ryusei was also busy, cooking a pot of noodles for a late-night snack.

Soon, steam from the pot rushed out from the vent on the lid, filling half the kitchen with its aroma.

Kitagawa Ryusei took out two bowls, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to scoop out noodles when he saw Furuya Rei with a furrowed brow, walking out with his phone in hand.

He came out wrapped in a bath towel, but his body was still dry.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his appearance, Kitagawa Ryusei knew that he probably wouldn't be able to have a midnight snack, so he simply took off his apron and threw it aside.

Rei Furuya's tone was full of impatience at being disturbed: "I originally thought the organization would at least be quiet for half a night."

Kitagawa Ryusei couldn't understand it better: "With Pisco dead and Sherry defecting overnight, and their plans being leaked to the police in advance, it would be strange if these people could sit still."

That being said, Rei Furuya still disliked the organization a little more.

He skillfully rummaged through Kitagawa Ryusei's wardrobe and found a set of "Bourbon" shirts and gray vests that he could wear. His voice darkened as his expression turned serious: "The news about this meeting was sent from the BOSS's email. I don't know who will be attending."

"But one thing is for sure: he himself will definitely not be there."

Kitagawa Ryusei reached out, his fingertips running through the young man's blond hair, gently smoothing a tangled strand with a hint of reassurance: "However, I guess it won't be long before this is all over."

He gave a rare playful wink: "Does Zero trust me?"

At that moment, the young man's expression was incredibly lively, filled with a sense of certainty, like a fox that had already caught a rabbit in its mouth and was just waiting to use its fangs to strike.

Rei Furuya couldn't resist and exchanged a brief kiss with him. When he looked up again, his eyes were serious: "I believe you."

So much happened tonight, both about the organization and Kitagawa Ryusei.

Before leaving, Furuya Rei finally said what he had been thinking about all the way.

He looked into the young man's eyes and said softly, "Ryusei, you are really, really important to me. No matter how you view life and death or your own special ability... please, for the sake of my empathy, don't put yourself in danger."

“…I understand,” Kitagawa Ryusei paused, then smiled helplessly and urged, “You’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

Furuya Rei then turned around.

As the figure disappeared into the corridor and the door closed, Kitagawa Ryusei's cell phone rang.

The timing was perfect.

The ringing of the bell was abrupt in the quiet living room.

He answered the phone: "Mr. Akai, what is it?"

Kitagawa Ryusei's eyes flickered at what the person on the other end of the phone said, but his tone remained unchanged:

"That depends on how big the fish is. Small fish aren't worth the effort right now."

Also in Tokyo, behind the curtains of a glass window.

The pink-haired man, wearing a disguise, concealed his smile, opened his narrowed eyes, and a sharp glint appeared hidden within his emerald green eyes:

"Of course, it's a big fish that can capsize a ship."