Chapter 143: Yokohama You are the one I want to cherish

【*Intelligence push: (3/3)】

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"[whether"

"[Port Mafia Intelligence ①]: Violent explosions caused by an unknown red light occurred at several abandoned bases owned by the Port Mafia. Witnesses at the scene claimed to have seen a destructive god within the dark red light! #~"

"*【Yokohama Intelligence①】: Recently, rumors of the death of a superpowered individual with 500 billion in assets have spread rapidly in Yokohama, causing a stir within the Yakuza community! #～"

"*[Port Mafia Intelligence ②]: The incident of Chuuya Nakahara defeating the French Transcendent Rimbaud is gradually escalating, and his reputation within the Port Mafia has skyrocketed! #~"

really……

[Intelligence Push] This function is just another name for gossip!

Players can achieve the same effect by buying a copy of the Yokohama Daily.

"This is?"

The player caught the book thrown by Dazai Osamu. The cover of the book, which took up almost the entire page, was captioned with the eye-catching title: "New work by genius manga artist Yumeno Sakiko! A yakuza lady embarks on her own unique journey of encounters#~"

Oh oh oh!

Umetaro Nozaki unexpectedly published a new work with the mafia as the background so soon!

"You really like it." Nakahara Chuuya, who appeared with Dazai Osamu, looked at the petite heroine on the cover in surprise. The familiar sense of sight made him frown slightly, and then he turned his attention back to the players.

"Chuuya really doesn't understand women's hearts~" Dazai Osamu said smugly, "No girl will like you like this."

"Huh? Shut up, you frivolous guy." Nakahara Chuuya was not affected by Dazai Osamu and quickly retorted.

Dazai Osamu wasn't angry either. He pointed at the comic book in the player's hand and smiled meaningfully: "I was very interested in Fushimi, so I learned a little about this author."

"How should I put it... the plot is super funny!" He curled his eyes in amusement and raised his thumb in a fist. "I couldn't stop laughing. My stomach hurt."

Nakahara Chuuya turned away from Dazai Osamu with disdain: "So your sudden laughter wasn't caused by taking the wrong medicine or going insane."

"Chu Ye, you should check it out too," Dazai Osamu recommended to his partner with a tone of deep regret. "Missing out on it would be a huge loss in life."

"You definitely don't have good intentions when you say that."

Fushimi Kyoji lowered his head and flipped through the book.

The comic roughly tells the story of the mafia career of the cute and charming heroine Mayako and the dull hero Kyotae.

At a glance, it seems that there is no hilarious plot that Dazai Osamu talked about.

"Thank you, Dazai, I'll finish reading it!"

Dazai Osamu smiled even more happily: "Okay."

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Nakahara Chuuya glanced at the Black Lizard and others who gathered together, especially Guangjin Liulang and Lanbo.

Rimbaud remained silent, and since that rainy night, he became even more silent than ever.

Maybe it's his original personality.

Guangjin Liulang looked at his nose and his heart, not wanting to answer before the players.

"It's a combo, a combo!"

Nakahara Chuuya let out a "Hmm?" from his chest, waiting to see what the players could say.

Fushimi Kyoji became excited and introduced her discovery to the two of them.

Rimbaud, acting as a statue, was pushed forward, and the player poked his golden head out from behind him. "Mr. Rimbaud's collection of paintings can create subspace."

"Ah." They all knew this.

The player made a display gesture with both hands and pointed at Guangjin Liulang: "Mr. Guangjin's ability is repulsion."

"In other words..."

Fushimi Kyoji walked out and waved to Rimbaud. Relying on the tacit understanding formed over time, he understood every move of the player.

Rambo raised his hand and a golden cube appeared out of thin air.

The player's experiment has been going on for some time. A fully armed Black Lizard member sat down on the painting set without any instructions.

The player then nodded to Hirotsu Liulang.

"The absolutely solid subspace will be pushed away when it encounters repulsive force."

Hirotsu Liulang touched the colored painting collection with his bare right hand, and "Falling Tsubaki" was activated.

The person and the special power in front of them suddenly disappeared from their sight, and the naked eye could only see a golden light track left in the original place, which was faster than a bullet.

In an instant, only an almost invisible light spot remained in the field of vision. Even the mafia's instinctive short cry was swallowed up by the high-speed movement. The hems of the windbreakers of several people standing nearby were blown to one side by the strong wind.

How should I evaluate it?

The speed was very fast, and Zhongyuan Chuye was not sure of catching up.

After the dust storm subsided, he slowly lowered his hand that was blocking his face and asked the player, "Where can this combo skill be used?"

The player laughed: "I don't know what use it will have yet."

"...Then what are you so cheerful about?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned.

"But everyone says it's fun!" the player said as if taking credit.

The black lizards standing in a row at the back were pushing and shoving each other, and you could faintly hear them arguing in low voices about whose turn it was next, which indirectly confirmed the truthfulness of the player's words.

It was not until the sound of the argument became louder than whispers that a cross appeared on Guangjin Liulang's forehead. He turned his head and took a light glance. The black lizard, having received the warning, gradually calmed down.

"Everyone gets a share! The Port Mafia Express will depart again in five minutes!" The player raised his hand and pressed it, pretending to comfort the Black Lizard members below.

"Why is that guy so leisurely?" Zhong Yuanzhong, who wished he could be used as two people, said unhappily.

"Is Zhong Ye busy?" The player looked over in confusion.

Hmm... There are no stains or tears on the windbreaker, but there does seem to be some fatigue on his face.

"Mr. Mori would definitely be so happy to see a subordinate like Chuuya risking his life for the Port Mafia that he would cry!"

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at the overly active Dazai Osamu and said, "It feels like everything you say becomes strange."

"Besides, if you hadn't asked me to do something dirty, I wouldn't have..."

"Eh—it was something that made Chuuya stand out, but he didn't even accept it with gratitude."

The player looked back and forth curiously between the two people.

In the end, Fushimi Kyoki didn't get an answer, so Dazai Osamu smiled and conveyed the leader's wishes to the players: "Mr. Mori invites you."

When Fushimi Kyoki was about to go to the leader's office and take the elevator to the top floor, Nakahara Chuuya extended his hand and asked the player to go with him.

"?" the player asked with his eyes.

Are you going to report to Mori Ogai?

"No, I have something to say to you." Nakahara Chuuya shook his head, and this action made the players notice that his jaw was very tense.

Fushimi Kyoji pretended to listen and waited for him to speak.

With a ding, the elevator arrived at the top floor.

Like a signal of some kind of start, Zhongyuan Chuuya moved.

Those cobalt blue eyes looked at the player earnestly. He was obviously hesitant in his words, but it was not difficult for him to speak. Every word seemed to be the result of careful consideration.

"Maybe that bastard Dazai was right about one thing. I don't understand my friends' thoughts well enough, which directly led to the 'sheep''s' lack of security and choice to abandon me." He can now mention the 'sheep' without hesitation.

"I won't place the same emotions I place on others as I do on sheep, especially..."

His tired blue eyes still held a clear brightness, showing no evasion or avoidance. "The painful experience of 'Sheep' taught me that once dissatisfaction with each other arises, we must be honest and open with each other about our true feelings."

"...I'm not good with words." He admitted his weakness, but he couldn't feel the servility of groveling. He looked directly at the player with a frank gaze, sincere and firm, "I don't want to experience losing a companion again because of a misunderstanding."

"If one day we have a conflict like we once had with 'Sheep', or you are dissatisfied with my behavior, don't be patient. Tell me before the situation becomes unresolvable. Don't leave me alone in the dark."

It was obvious that Nakahara Chuuya, as he said, didn't often say similar things.

Fushimi Kyoji noticed that after saying this, Nakahara Chuuya suddenly made some uncomfortable movements.

These did not affect his focused and serious demeanor, which never relaxed for a moment.

"...You are the one I want to cherish."