Chapter 39: Expulsion

Although Mori Ogai wanted to deal with the drug issue as soon as possible, he also wanted to make use of Fujihira Seiichi's remaining value before getting rid of him.

The incident involving Sugiura Yoshinaga caused such a big stir that he was silenced by the King of the Blue Sky in front of the entire nation. I'm afraid that Fujihira Seiichi would not dare to easily get in touch with his drug line now.

The whole nation now knows how radical and crazy the King of the Cang is. And unfortunately, Fujihira Seiichi is a wealthy man in the upper class, and he is the type who can easily get out even if he is caught and forced to eat pork chop rice, which makes him completely within the King of the Cang's sniping range.

Mori Ougai planned to see if he could use him to catch the King of Cang first, and then use him to pull out the entire drug line and catch it all in one fell swoop.

…

Sugiura Yoshinaga was thoroughly investigated by the King of the Blue Sky, and not a single clue was left of him. Fujihira Kiyoshi felt that the King of the Blue Sky must have found out about his private contact with Sugiura Yoshinaga, and might have even found out what he did secretly.

Moreover, he also meets the "judgment" standards of the King of Azure, which makes Fujihira Seiichi more and more afraid.

He opened the dark web, clicked on the familiar account, and typed in the conversation: [Hello?]

[The account does not exist.]

When Fujihira Seiichi saw this message, he was suddenly filled with panic.

How come!? Why does the account suddenly disappear!?

[Hey! Where are you? Don't joke like that!]

[The account does not exist.]

Seiichi Fujihira's fingers began to tremble on the keyboard, as if he had not yet reacted. He sat in a daze for a while before he slumped on the back of the computer chair with his eyes wide open.

How could it be...has he been abandoned...

He sat in the seat for a while with a blank mind, then suddenly sat up.

No! He couldn't be caught by the King of Cang. If he was caught by him, it would not only mean death, but he would also be ruined and his name would be mentioned in the next day's morning paper or even the evening paper!

…

"Feijia, this idiot actually went to the port mafia to seek shelter! Isn't this just delivering it to them?"

In the small apartment, the white-haired boy rested his hands on the back of the sofa, grinning as he looked at the laptop screen on the lap of the black-haired boy sitting on the sofa, and laughed as if he was watching amusement.

There was a crackling sound from the fireplace next to him.

The black-haired boy called Feijia said nothing, his fingers still flying on the keyboard.

"Hey - why is Feijia ignoring me? Although it's not a pity to give up on such an idiot, but, Feijia, don't you plan to make another move? There are so many possible targets -"

Fyodor deftly pressed the Enter key, then he tugged at his cotton coat and replied calmly, "No need, Nikolai, just testing the waters. There's no need to attract the attention of the port mafia right now."

"Hmm..." The white-haired boy showed a puzzled expression, "But, haven't you already attracted their attention?"

Before deleting the account, he left a provocative mark to the Port Mafia who were following him.

"As long as they don't catch any intelligence, it won't count as attracting their attention." The black-haired boy answered nonchalantly.

If you can only steal for a thousand days, how can you be on guard against thieves for a thousand days? If you don't even know where the danger will come from, you don't even know how to prevent it.

Phew... The King of Blue is still not enough. It would be great if there was a method that could specifically target people with special abilities.

…

The King of Cang may be preparing for his next target recently, so there is no movement for the time being. As for Lan Tang, his injuries have not been fully recovered, but at least he can get out of bed.

Contrary to Sen Ouwai's expectations, after Lan Tang was able to get out of bed, he did not conflict with the caregivers or run away, but stayed quietly in the ward. This made all the preparations that Sen Ouwai had made to prevent him from escaping go in vain.

Originally, he wanted to personally do ideological work on Lan Tang to see if he could get him to stay, at least secretly, except for Sen Ou. But thinking of Lan Tang's strange attitude, he decided to let Ace go directly.

He felt that Lan Tang might value Ace more than himself, and if he went to contact Lan Tang, he might be able to play the emotional card. As for himself... the Port Mafia couldn't control him just based on his strength. As for leverage, the Port Mafia didn't have anything to use to hinder Lan Tang, and he wasn't as close to Ace as Ace, so it would be better to let Ace go directly.

When Ace arrived at Lan Tang's ward, Lan Tang was leaning against the back of the bed. Perhaps he had guessed that the leader would come to see him today, so he was not wearing the hospital gown, but a shirt and trousers that someone had brought from his residence.

His cotton coat, scarf and earmuffs for going out were hung on the rack in the ward, and he wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

Hearing someone come in, Lan Tang turned around and looked over there. He moved his body and was about to stand up and greet, but when he thought of his current embarrassing situation, he became silent again.

"Chief."

In fact, he could have gone out of bed yesterday, but the one who was online yesterday was the more cunning leader, and he was not sure whether the other party would come to see him, so he did not wear hospital clothes for the past two days, but wore clothes that could be put on with an outer coat so that he could go out at any time.

Ace glanced at him solemnly, then looked away and turned away coldly.

"Now that you can go, get dressed and follow."

Lan Tang put on his clothes silently and followed him out of the hospital in silence.

The cemetery of the Port Mafia was some distance away from the Port Hospital, so Ace asked someone from the Ministry of Transportation to drive them there.

Because the person in the car was the leader, the person in charge, Albatross, should have been driving, but he had a mission and was still drifting on the sea, so he had to let the person at the next level drive.

The air in the car was silent and depressing. The driver drove without looking to the side, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Soon, we arrived at the cemetery.

Ace got out of the car first and walked into the cemetery without saying a word. Lan Tang followed him in silence. The driver parked the car outside and did not follow.

The cemetery owned by the Port Mafia is actually rarely used. If a member has family members, they usually hand over their bodies to their family members or people who are willing to handle the funeral for them. If there are no such people, their ashes will be burned and put into boxes and buried in the cemetery. Among those who do not have a suitable burial, generally only people with certain status can be buried here. The bodies of the lower-level members are usually handled together.

In addition to the land used by the cemetery itself, part of the cemetery is rented to local residents of Yokohama for commercial use.

This situation changed after Ace arrived. Except for the subordinates who died with Lan Tang in Leibo Street and whose ashes could not be found, all the dead members who left their bodies and no one to take care of their funeral were buried in this cemetery.

Ace brought him to a cenotaph. In order to let Lan Tang come and apologize to them, Ace specially asked someone to count those subordinates of Lan Tang who did not leave behind bodies, and then carved their names on the tombstones one by one.

"They didn't leave any bodies behind, so this is just their cenotaph," Ace said. "Lantang, go check out the names on the tombstones."

Lan Tang: “…”

He stood silently in front of the tombstones and looked down from the first row.

He could still remember the faces of those who had lost their lives because of his plan just by seeing their names.

They were all the subordinates that Lan Tang often brought with him on missions. During the years when he lost his memory, they got along just like a normal boss and subordinate. And because Lan Tang had a mild temper, his subordinates actually had a good relationship with him. They would often quietly adjust the air conditioning in his office, prepare hot drinks for him, or put a blanket on his desk and chair, or even put a thin layer of plush pen cover on the grip of his fountain pen...

However, when he went to Leibo Street to carry out his plan, in order not to arouse suspicion, he did not deliberately change a group of people, so all of these subordinates died under the black flames of the previous leader without a single one left, and even their ashes were scattered in the corners of Leibo Street.

Lan Tang slowly bent down, knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone, and touched the tombstone with one hand, stroking the names one by one. His fingers exerted a little force, and the depressions of the names on the tombstone left a clear touch on his fingertips.

He was not wearing gloves, and the coldness of the stone tablet penetrated through his palms and into his bones.

If any of them were still around, they would probably immediately offer him a pair of thick gloves and carefully remind him to put them on.

Lan Tang's eyes gradually became vague.

…It’s too cold.

This late autumn, it is really cold...

"Looking at these names, don't you have anything to say or do?"

The leader's voice brought his soul back to his body.

He understood what the leader meant, so he slowly lowered his other leg, which was still standing, to his knees.

He looked at the tombstone in front of him, was silent for a while, and then spoke solemnly: "...I'm sorry." His voice was still hoarse and weak after being seriously injured, "It's my fault. I asked you... to go down after I die. You can take revenge however you want. I won't fight back."

People like him will never have a good ending.

He bowed his head towards the tombstone.

"If I had brought you flowers, you would have thrown them at my face. I came in a hurry today and was unable to prepare some wine, fruits and vegetables. I will come back later to provide them. You can eat them if you want. If you don't want to... just throw them at me."

After finishing everything, Ace turned around and left first, "Let's go, you and others have to apologize to."

Although there were only a few members willing to handle the aftermath, there were still some. Ace and Lan Tang got in the car and told the driver to go to the next address.

Lan Tang, who had just recovered from a serious injury, showed signs of collapsing after kneeling to pay homage to the seventh person who was not buried in the port cemetery. But this time, Ess was merciless and did not let Lan Tang go until no one was left behind.

They stood in front of the tombstones in the last cemetery, and Ace's face was full of ruthless determination: "From now on, everything is over. Lan Tang, you are expelled from the Port Mafia."

Lan Tang watched Ace gradually move away, and finally disappeared in the car. Later, even the car disappeared. He crossed his arms and sighed deeply.

The new leader was still too soft on him.

"It's still so cold..."