As Dazai Osamu finished his words, this corner suddenly became extremely quiet, and even the store manager's action of wiping the wine glass seemed to have stopped.

Shi Bai, however, seemed to not understand the atmosphere. He placed his hand on his own sword and said in the same casual and eager tone: "Do you need me to help you chop off Doctor Mori? I'm familiar with this!"

Shi Bai, who had just killed the previous leader, was quite qualified to say so.

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to expect Shi Bai to react like this. He laid his face on the counter, his shoulders shaking, and laughed. "As expected of Mr. Tsurumaru, your reaction is really unexpected."

"But I don't want to be as busy as Mr. Mori and have no time to rest!"

The young man with soft black hair held up his head, and he took the glass of distilled wine that had not been touched in front of him, lifted the wall of the glass with his fingertips, and observed it carefully. A glass of distilled wine is not much, and the largest part of the glass is the spherical ice cube carved inside.

As if he was curious about wine, Dazai Osamu sniffed the wine and tentatively stuck out his tongue. He was immediately so spicy from the high concentration of alcohol that he squinted his eyes.

Shi Bai looked at the young man's slightly immature reaction and smiled while holding his chin up: "How does it taste, Dazai-kun?"

Dazai Osamu said in a low voice, "This is so spicy - Mr. Tsurumaru, are you doing this on purpose?"

Shi Bai said that he felt very wronged, "How could it be? Even if it was me, I would not have guessed that Dazai-kun would do this."

Dazai stared at Shibai for a few seconds before turning his head away with a snort. "Do you come to the bar often, Mr. Tsurumaru? I always thought you looked very experienced."

Shi Bai replied: "Actually, this is my first time here too. I learned the lines from TV. Don't you think it looks cool?"

"Come to think of it, Dazai-kun, why did you ask me out?" Shibai asked the owner again and ordered a glass of distilled wine on the rocks, which he still placed in front of him as a decoration, without any intention of trying it. "I have a blatant defection buff hanging on my head now - if someone sees me sitting with you, it will have a bad impact on you, right?"

"..." Dazai remained silent for a long while before poking the glass in front of him and saying in a dry voice, "Actually, it was Mr. Mori who asked me to contact you. Because of the previous incident, although the Hong Kong Black has gradually restored order, it is still short of manpower, so I want to ask if you plan to return to the Hong Kong Black."

"Eh?" Shibai pointed at himself blankly, "You are kidding, Dazai-kun."

Dazai Osamu certainly knew what Shibai meant. According to what happened at the time, it was almost impossible to prevent the news of the previous generation's sword killing its master from leaking out.

Although it was suppressed on the surface, after so long, countless people were still discussing this matter secretly. After all, the commotion at that time was so huge that it was hard for people not to speculate.

However, those members of the "First Generation" who wanted to suppress the news ignored the fact that the more they suppressed, the stronger the backlash would be.

Seeing the sword master who seemed to have not thought about these things with a puzzled look on his face, Dazai Osamu sighed and said maturely: "Because there were no eyewitnesses at the time, Mr. Mori and his team suppressed the spread of this news."

“Why do you do this?”

Seeing Shibai's expression as if he still didn't understand, Dazai Osamu, whose brain circuits were somehow synchronized with Ozaki Koyo's, couldn't help but admire the sword master's straightforward thinking without so many twists and turns. He continued to explain: "To put it simply--"

"As a sword master, you betrayed the leader. This will deal a heavy blow to the dignity of the leader of the Ganghei."

"Besides, there were only three of us present at the time. No one knew what happened. The people of the previous party wanted to remove Mr. Larsen from his position, so they would definitely find you and try to make you change your story, Mr. Tsurumaru, and prove that it was Mr. Mori who did it."

"Just like what you said that night, Mr. Tsurumaru, your words carry more weight than Mr. Mori, who is now the leader."

"They are already the Mafia, why do you still care so much..." Dazai Osamu complained, and then continued: "So in this situation, whether it is the neutral party, the predecessor party, or those who recognize Mr. Mori as the boss, they will all maintain a tacit understanding on this point and not hinder each other."

"Now, on the surface, the predecessor died of illness, but your actions also barely covered it up with the death of the master."

"——Translated, Mr. Tsurumaru, you are still a clean knife."

As for private matters...recently, dozens of almost unrelated versions of the story about the Tsurumaru sword and its predecessors have been circulating within the Hong Kong underworld.

And in fact, there is more than one way to maintain the dignity of the Hong Kong underworld. Taking down [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] and avenging the previous generation in a cruel way can also achieve the same result.

The members of the previous party have been with the previous generation for a long time, and most of them have the same violent personality and will do anything to get revenge. However, this will only benefit Mori Ougai in vain. Compared with a non-human [sword], more people's attention is still on Mori Ougai.

As for the Morigu outsiders, the benefits brought by the living [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] are much greater than those brought by his death, so this is a very well-calculated deal.

It is precisely because of this that such a speechless scene occurs.

"You humans are so troublesome," Shi Bai sighed sincerely, "I didn't think so much at the time..."

"No wonder no one has come to hunt me down until now." Shi Bai was a little surprised.

Dazai nodded, "That's it."

"And then, because the surface has been blurred, as long as you, Mr. Tsurumaru, return to Hong Kong Black, those rumors that you killed your master will naturally disappear."

"At this time, if Mr. Tsurumaru still stands on Mr. Mori's side, the predecessor party will be forced to swallow this anger."

In fact, it is not that simple. It’s just that Dazai Osamu simplified the more complicated things and felt that there was no need to explain it too clearly.

Shibai blinked twice, without expressing his opinion on these things, and asked Dazai Osamu: "What about you, Dazai-kun, do you want me to go back?"

Dazai Osamu thought for a moment and said, "If Mr. Tsurumaru goes back, Hong Kong's underworld will become quite lively, right?"

"After all, if it's too boring, your heart will die first." Shi Bai said with a smile.

Following Shi Bai's words, silence fell between the two of them. This silence was not awkward. Against the backdrop of the bar, it only revealed a special tacit understanding.

In psychology, micro-expressions on the face can easily reveal corresponding information. Dazai Osamu observed Shibai's expression with his peripheral vision, but his thoughts had unknowingly wandered off to somewhere else. He seemed to be thinking a lot at this moment, or maybe he was thinking nothing at all.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, do you know Arahato?" he suddenly asked.

"The legendary god?" Shi Bai answered subconsciously.

"In fact, I have always been curious about how Mr. Tsurumaru appeared in this world." Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand and touched Shibai's arm. Looking at Shibai who did not disappear due to his special ability, he said: "I don't believe in the existence of gods. At the beginning, I wondered if Mr. Tsurumaru maintained this appearance because of some special ability."

Shi Bai smiled and said, "It's okay to think this way. After all, even I don't really know why I'm in this state."

"It was as if it appeared before humans in the blink of an eye."

In response to Shibai's words, Dazai Osamu looked at the glass in front of him thoughtfully, but before he could say anything else, as if he suddenly remembered something, time in his body seemed to stop, and there was no more movement.

After a moment, the slender boy drank the distilled wine with a strong alcohol content in a muffled voice. The collision of the ice cubes and the glass made a crisp sound.

At this moment, even with a bandage on his face, it was still impossible to ignore the sudden blush on Dazai Osamu's face - this kind of highly concentrated alcohol, no matter who drank it in one gulp, would end up like this.

Perhaps because of the spicy food, a layer of mist seemed to appear on Dazai Osamu's iris-colored eyes, but in this situation, the eyes that were not blocked by the bandage seemed to become a little clearer.

"Dazai-kun?" Shibai tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu smiled as usual, "I suddenly remembered that there is still some work that has not been completed. I have already conveyed Mr. Mori's words. As for what Mr. Tsurumaru wants to do, it has nothing to do with me."

After saying this, Dazai Osamu stood up, and his overly long clothes swayed slightly with his movements. I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but Shibai felt that something was wrong with Dazai Osamu.

It looked like there was no difference from before, but it gave me an inexplicable illusion, as if Dazai Osamu was afraid of what would happen next, so he chose to escape before it happened.

But this is just an ordinary bar, what kind of horrible thing could happen? Shi Bai couldn't understand it.

Shi Bai did not look back, but realized through his senses that Dazai had stepped onto the stairs. When he was about to leave, he said in a very calm voice: "Regarding the matter of killing Dr. Mori, actually at that time, Dazai-kun, you were not joking, right?"

Dazai Osamu's body seemed to pause for a moment, but it seemed not to. He put his hand on the door handle and left as the doorbell rang.

Shi Bai sighed, paid the bill for the two glasses of distilled wine, sat there for a while, then stood up silently and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the door that had been quiet was opened again, and a young man with dark red hair walked in.

Shi Bai didn't pay attention to the other party, but when there were outsiders, he habitually raised a smile on his face. Shi Bai brushed past the red-haired passerby, and when he opened the door to leave the bar, he inadvertently heard the new guest order a simple distilled wine.

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