Hearing the words of the young girl who appeared out of nowhere, Scotland showed a strange look.
He looked at the young boy who looked up at his leader eagerly. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes clearly said "I didn't expect you to be such a Bourbon."
Bourbon: ...
The blond young man paused subconsciously, lowered his head wolfishly, treating this stiffness as loss, and as he thought about it, he actually felt a little aggrieved.
...Other people don't understand, but Hiro, don't you understand what he is doing? Isn't he doing this to get closer to Johnny and get information about Senior S as soon as possible?
His childhood teacher really didn't understand.
However, looking at the trio who were even more eye-catching than before, especially the young man who lowered his head after his spell was interrupted by Furiya Rei, with murderous aura lingering around him, Scotland clenched his fist and coughed.
"I think, no matter what the matter is, it would be better to talk about it somewhere else."
He frowned and stepped forward, patting the arm of the guy who was still holding up Johnny Winner.
"This... sir?" He smiled gently but spoke in a very firm tone. He approached and effectively blocked the young boy, preventing the guy who looked unhappy from suddenly attacking and hurting others. "Can you please put my Boss down first?"
Here, the phrase "my boss" is emphasized.
The young man with long black hair, Novan Dutch, turned his head and slowly examined the guy in front of him.
He had seen the photo of the black-haired guy. He was the little burden that the organization had given to the Boss... A mere burden actually dared to disturb his and the Boss's close relationship.
Ah, this guy too.
This nasty, disgusting fellow who wanted to snatch the Boss from him, wasn't he the dog of the old guy who wanted to steal the Boss's business from him? What, his nose is not working, can't he even find the right owner? If he is the dog of the old guy, why should he stay with the old guy? Why is he flirting in front of someone else's Boss?
Do you look down on their Boss?
Thinking of this, I became even angrier.
Not to mention that the golden retriever actually tried to interfere with him when he was being intimate with the Boss. What was that? A minotaur? Although he had seen a lot of such things around his "partners", when this happened to him, Novan was still extremely angry.
"you……"
Although Scotland had no idea what he was thinking, he could sense the hostility coming from the other party and became more alert.
At this moment, the two bottles of fake wine put aside the vague confrontation they pretended to have on weekdays and formed a united front to resist the foreign enemy together.
I always feel like a strange war has started.
Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his face, trying to ignore the attention from all directions that Nowan was attracting, and patted the other person's arm as if he was treating a small animal.
"Please put me down, Novan." He said, noticing Novan's uneasy mood, sighed, and said soothingly, "Good boy."
The man who was originally glaring at the two young men who appeared out of nowhere and were trying to compete with him for the boss position suddenly became like a vicious dog that heard its master calling. Not only did he retract his fangs, but his invisible tail also began to wag.
Even though the Boss's order was to put him down... he called him a good boy!
The big black dog's ears stood up and its tail waved like a propeller.
So even though he was really tempted by the feel of Boss's hand, the guy who had just been having a glare with two bottles of wine still put him on the deck obediently.
But in this way, he is a little taller than Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Having lost his distinguished VIP perspective, Novan felt uncomfortable all over. He leaned down and managed to be on the same level as the Boss.
"Boss——" The 1.9-meter-tall young man acted like a little bird, which made the guys who looked at him intentionally or unintentionally feel uncomfortable. But no matter how uncomfortable it was, this person's identity still made them unable to take their eyes away.
This is much more exciting than when Bermode came.
Sawada Tsunayoshi helplessly held the forehead of the guy who was pressing towards him like a giant fluffy ball, and tried to ignore those gazes, his eyes softened.
It's not that he couldn't understand the other party's excitement, so he softened his tone.
"Okay." The Godfather advised gently, "Everyone is watching us."
Novan tilted his head.
"Boss, don't you want them to see?" he said innocently, "Then I'll just take out their eyeballs. Is that right?"
It was a very bloody story. People who knew the identity of this man naturally knew that he was indeed a mad dog who could do such a thing. So fear overwhelmed curiosity, and they stopped most of the tentative looks from him.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was probably the only one who knew that Novan would not do this. He looked helplessly at the guy who was showing off to him like a child and pushed him a little further away.
Novan knew that his kind-hearted boss would not nod, but he was not disappointed. Instead, he was extremely excited because he and the boss had a tacit understanding (forced).
Even with Novan's request, standing on the deck was still too conspicuous.
And there are Bourbon and Scotland. It seems like these three are going to fight in the next second... Who will pay for it then? Will the organization pay for it?
Although he thought that Bermode usually ate, drank and had fun with the organization's money, if a fight broke out, even if he (Novan) lost half of the money, it would be a loss. So the leader, who was inexplicably experienced in this area, held a child in each hand, signaled Scotland to follow, and led a few people into the cruise ship, found a quiet corner, and began to introduce the two sides to each other.
On the way, he happened to meet Bermode who was chatting with his friends. The other party was surprised to see his appearance, and then showed a tacit smile.
Who wants to keep a tacit understanding with you...what are you thinking about!
…
The exhausted Godfather threw the troublesome guys aside and said he would isolate himself, leaving them to fend for themselves.
The only requirement is -
"No fighting," said Sawada Tsunayoshi with a smile, holding a knife that had come from nowhere but had almost half of its blade stuck into the table. "Is that okay?"
The guys looked stunned and nodded obediently.
Seeing the Boss, who looked like he was innocence, lying on the table and looking to the other side, the three young men who were sitting on the single sofa in a triangle shape began to look at each other.
Sawada Tsunayoshi forced himself not to look back at how the three guys were getting along, but he could always think about it in his mind and kept his ears perked up, waiting to hear what the three guys were doing.
I always feel like he is like a mother who is worried about her children at home.
The Godfather complained casually and buried half of his face in his arms.
On the other side, Novan, who received the boss's order, took the lead in observing the two people on the opposite side.
Although he was the one who requested the Boss to carry two pendants around him, he was also the one who felt jealous when he saw with his own eyes that people who were not his own were always following the leader.
But no, if I lose my temper, the boss will get angry.
Although he really hopes that his boss will scold him more, or even step on him, his whip is sent in for regular maintenance every month. It must be very pleasant to whip himself, but if the price is to make his boss angry, then he would rather not do it.
So he carefully raised his head from the sofa and looked at the two bottles of wine opposite him with empty eyes.
First up is this guy with black hair and blue eyes. His hair is the same color, which means Boss has a crush on him, so five points for that.
But he is a sniper who cannot protect the boss closely, so minus ten points; he has a beard on his face and is not as good-looking as him, so minus another ten points...
Before he could add and subtract to his heart's content, he was interrupted by the other party's hand stretched out in front of him.
Knowing that this was Johnnie Walker's agent in Italy and not a member of the winery, Scotland looked a little cold. He looked at Johnnie Walker, who only had the back of his head left and was trying to drink the drink in the glass with a straw in his mouth in a childish manner, but still extended a friendly hand.
"I'm Scotland," he said with his eyes downcast. His blue pupils looked like gems hiding deep space. "I'll ask you to take care of Boss while he's in Italy."
The young man, who was mentally rating this new burden, paused. The other party's statement, which was like the host taking over the guest, was refreshing to him (?), and even vaguely familiar. After all, he was originally prepared to say something similar.
"We're asking you to take care of our boss in Japan," or something like that.
Therefore, the young man stretched out his hand slowly and snorted coldly.
"I should be the one to say this," he said slowly, squeezing the other person tightly. "You've taken good care of my Boss. Thank you."
The strength of men is always in unknown places.
As they laughed, the two people's clasped hands never separated, and even the blue veins on their hands were exposed.
The brown head that had been secretly watching the movements here showed signs of rising.
Almost immediately, Novan withdrew his hand and stood up.
"I just heard that there will be special cakes here soon. Do you want to try them?" He stood beside the leader and leaned over to ask.
Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment. He knew this was a trick to lure the tiger into his trap. He glanced at Novan, who was smiling obediently, and thought that he should let them have some time to themselves. Besides, he had already warned the three naughty kids... Help, is he really a father? Why does he feel like going back to the time when he was with Rambo?
Although he felt inhumanely devastated in his heart, Tsunayoshi Sawada remained calm and composed.
He shifted his scrutinizing gaze away from Novak's face, and when he put down the glass he deliberately made a noise as a warning, then he paid a little attention to the two bottles of wine before he stood up and left.
——In short, just don’t fight.
The black-haired young man led Sawada Tsunayoshi away with a smile. At the moment when Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around and took a step, and the two bottles of wine stood up, he turned his head and stared at Scotch and Bourbon, who also stood up, at a terrifying 45-degree angle.
[Boss——is——] He mouthed silently, the smile in his eyes gone, a warning to the burdens, [Mine——.]
…
…
I ran into Bermode as soon as I went out.
The big star Chris, as always, attracted the attention of almost everyone present. She was currently accompanying a middle-aged man, socializing with a faint smile.
The moment the blond beauty lowered her eyes, he even heard someone swallowing, but when he thought that the person was Belmode - Chris Wynyard, this situation seemed very natural.
After all, she is Belmode, who is independent of several major factions in the organization and directly subordinate to the boss. She was once known as the most favored woman of the organization boss. Her apparent identity is the current star Chrissie Wynyard, who debuted on the screen after her mother Sharon Wynyard, and once became popular all over the world with her superb acting skills and beautiful appearance.
Of course, there have been tabloid reports that in addition to the resources left by her mother, she also has a big mountain behind her. Sometimes it is rumored that this big mountain is a wealthy American, a Japanese tycoon, or even an Italian godfather... There are endless speculations, and those who know a little bit of the inside story know that she has a close relationship with the Italian rising star who has been in the limelight recently.
There are countless true and false news. The only thing that is certain is that Chrissie Wynyard, who inherited the connections and resources accumulated by her mother Sharon over the years, has several powerful people behind her and is not someone that ordinary people can mess with.
Lei appeared out of nowhere and stood beside the Godfather, holding a stack of lovely cakes in his hands, which were probably the special cakes that Novan had just mentioned.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was originally prepared to pretend not to see him:……
He nodded to Lei, who was holding a small cake and walked over to him. Tutu sneaked over and took the gift with dignity.
It was indeed a special cake that Novantine had mentioned in front of him. After taking the first bite, even though he had tasted countless delicacies, he could still feel the delicious taste soothing his soul.
The dense texture, rich cream, and the greasy taste of fruit brought by the light cream danced in his mouth and tongue. Looking around, he saw that many people had the same satisfied look as him.
Lei, who was already very good at observing people's expressions, took half a step forward.
"It is said that the chef of Totsuki has been invited to this banquet," he whispered, and seeing his boss's puzzled expression, he continued to introduce him to the other party after a brief pause.
The black-haired handsome man's gentle voice was very eye-catching. When Lei Yi finished speaking, many people's eyes fell on them.
Among them was Vermouth, who was chatting and laughing with his friends not far away.
When Sawada Tsunayoshi caught the other person's smiling gaze, he felt that something was wrong.
He silently took a step back, trying to retreat with Lei before anything could happen to him.
But it was still too late.
The big star lady with a bright smile stood in front of him. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a shiny light gold long skirt that wrapped the outline of her body all the way to her legs and then opened up slightly. When she walked, she was like a mermaid princess in a fairy tale.
The blond woman had a plush shawl wrapped around her arms in a similar color to her dress, which looked like it was in good condition.
"Ah, I thought you wouldn't come out until the evening." She covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, "After all, there are three high-quality guys... Are you worthy of being Italian?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
"No, I think you must have misunderstood something." The Godfather, who already understood some strange and teasing aspects of the adult world, tried to save himself, "They and I are just ordinary friends..."
"We usually don't have friends." The other person gave that knowing smile again and then extended a hand.
The brown-haired young man moved back cautiously and slowly typed a question mark.
From the outside, it looks like a weak brown rabbit.
Chrissie Wynyard—or rather, Bermode—kept smiling, glanced behind her and said, "Want to play ball with us? I have someone here who's interested in you."
"What ball?" he asked subconsciously.
Bermode burst out laughing.
"You always surprise me in strange places." She smiled, "It's baseball. Can you play it?"
That's a really good question.
If it was any other ball sport, Sawada Tsunayoshi would of course say that he was not good at it and that he did not know how to do it, but if it was baseball... the brown-haired young man could not help but remain silent for a moment.
It was this moment of hesitation that was caught by Bermode. When he came to his senses, he was already standing on the baseball field prepared by the cruise ship with a group of bosses in suits, leather shoes, bald heads and fat bellies.
At first glance, playing baseball on a cruise ship may sound like a strange activity that someone came up with on the spur of the moment. However, there is not only a baseball field, but also a golf course and a swimming pool. It can be said that the spacious space on each floor is fully utilized.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi had seen tennis courts, boxing rings, shooting training grounds and even simulated combat training systems on cruise ships before, and he suddenly felt that this was nothing.
The rich man's game is gone.
The Godfather, who was muttering to himself, glared at Vermouth inconspicuously, and was caught by the female star who seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, and attracted the attention of the man next to her.
"Is this your friend, Chrissy?"
Tomisawa Taichi.
As he stepped forward to socialize with a smile, information about the other party also emerged in Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind.
Compared to the prominent banquet host Tozawa Eiji, Tozawa Taichi is more low-key and introverted, but as long as he exists, no one will care about the second son of the Tozawa family.
After all, compared to a dissolute rich second generation who receives support from his family, the eldest brother Taichi, who has been trained as the family heir since childhood and has absorbed the political resources of the Tozawa family and his in-laws for a hundred years, is a more noteworthy existence.
Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about this appreciation meeting of the Fire of Life. Although the organizer is the second son Eiji Tozawa, judging from Vermode's actions, the person who is in charge behind the scenes is probably Taichi Tozawa.
During the conversation between the few people, Tsunayoshi Sawada learned that Taichi Toizawa and Chris were spiritual friends who met by chance while on vacation in Hawaii. Although they had only known each other for a short time, Chris Wynyard - he meant, who was Bermode? When she tried her best to get close to someone, it was difficult for anyone to resist her approach.
"After all, Chris is so bright, beautiful and considerate." The eldest son of the Tozawa family, who was said to be difficult to approach, winked at the Godfather. "In my opinion, the only thing that is a little bit lacking is that she can't play baseball."
The newspapers would not have reported that the eldest son of the Tozawa family had a deep fascination with baseball, a national sport.
After he finished speaking, Bermode, who was walking beside him, chuckled.
"So I asked Decimo to help me." Her tone was quite soft, with just the right distance to be close, and she nodded to the godfather on the other side, "Do you know how to play baseball?"
The Godfather was silent for a moment.
He probably does.
And not only can he do it, among ordinary people, he might be one of the better ones.
After all, he has a friend who once won the professional baseball grand slam, and his obsession with baseball continued from his teenage years to his youth. If it weren't for him, he might still be active on the field now.
The Godfather lowered his eyes, his expression becoming a little cold, and responded softly.
"Of course," he said, "Chris, you said it yourself, this is Japan's national movement, right? I am Japanese after all."
When the young man raised his head again, a shy smile appeared on his face, making it impossible to associate him with the speculated "Decimo".
Only Lai Yi, who was half a step behind, noticed the sudden indifference.
The young man who followed Decimo responsibly as a wooden man was beaten and secretly recorded it in the "Decimo Observation Diary" in his heart.
Games for rich people are just games.
A bunch of wealthy politicians, some bald and some fat-bellied, occupied the baseball field in a mighty manner. After a while, they pushed their hands and left, letting the staff waiting on the side take over. When they returned to the audience seats, they patted their waists and sighed that they were getting old and said that they would be happier to watch the game next time.
In the end, only a few people were left on the field, including Tsunayoshi Sawada, who for some reason was still standing on the field holding a baseball bat, even though he should have slipped away among the weak rich people.
The brown-haired young man complained about himself in his heart and made up his mind to hit one more time and leave, but his body was completely out of control, and when the ball came to him, he sent the ball out with a very standard posture.
"Home run!"
Soon, the final result was passed back to the guests. Even the bald rich men who were exhausted from running could not help but stand up and cheer like ordinary fans.
Tsunayoshi Sawada could feel that his mission had been accomplished, and his approach target, Taichi Tomisawa, was already looking at him with a very fanatical gaze.
He handed the bat to the staff who had been waiting on the side, wiped the non-existent sweat, and walked towards Vermouth and Tosawa Taichi who had stood up to greet him.
"Mr. Jikudera is really amazing. Your vibrant face is so full of life that I can't take my eyes off you." The other party called out his pseudonym, not caring about the stinky sweat on Mr. Godfather's body, and gave him a hug. "Has Mr. Jikudera ever received professional training before?"
He made batting motions, his hands flying all over the place, and looked very excited.
The young man took the handkerchief handed to him by Vermode and wiped his sweat perfunctorily, then turned his head slightly.
"Probably... sort of." Perhaps the familiar sport evoked his memory, causing Mr. Godfather to soften a little, vaguely revealing his hidden inner core, with a gentle and nostalgic look in his eyes, "My coach is the world's number one baseball player."
Tozawa Taichi was stunned for a moment, and then golden light flashed in his eyes.
"Is it Mr. Kawakami?" He was referring to the championship star of the winning team in this year's Koshien League.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned and shook his head.
Tozawa Taichi was still enthusiastic and continued to report several names, but all of them were rejected.
Sawada Tsunayoshi finally found a chance to speak amid the other party's barrage of questions.
"You don't have to ask." He said, lowering his eyes, feeling a little sad. "Yamamoto... he is not in this world."
After a while, the other party fell silent.
He put his hand on the Godfather's shoulder and apologized sincerely.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yamamoto is indeed worthy of the title of the world's best baseball player. I didn't expect that Mr. Jikudera was his disciple." He looked solemn, "Please accept my condolences."
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