“Report, report——!”

The sound of gunfire was everywhere.

Amid the chaos, a dusty man staggered forward, and finally twisted his ankle in fear and panic. He rolled on the ground and finally crawled behind a container using his hands and feet.

His expression was tense, even a little frightened.

Maybe something big happened.

The mud and blood mixed together and stuck to the man's body. There were several cuts on his face, and his black suit was also torn into pieces, looking very messy.

He finally stopped in front of a small container.

He lowered his head and trembled, not knowing what he was afraid of.

After all, the current environment is indeed safer than before.

The back of the container was much cleaner than the hail of bullets at the front.

At least no one was fighting with swords, and no one was pointing a pistol at someone's head and pulling the trigger.

The only thing left is——

The sound of game console buttons being randomly pressed.

“Ah… I’m going to lose…”

A long and soft voice came out from the mouth of the boy sitting on the container.

A black-haired boy with a slightly nonchalant look sat cross-legged on a small container. Half of his face was wrapped in bandages, and the joints and fingers of his hands were entangled, which made people wonder if he was a freak.

His fingers were not slow, and they clicked on each key very quickly, looking very professional. However, the little man on the screen was beaten to a pulp by the boss, and even a small SOS box appeared above his head asking for help.

"T-Dazai-sama..."

The man crawling on the ground was so scared in front of the young man that he didn't dare to raise his head. His body was shaking even more violently than before.

"The enemy's attack is too intense...so should we retreat..."

"Ahh——" the black-haired boy suddenly spoke.

The boy's expression didn't change at all. The game console in his hand seemed to make a louder sound as he pressed harder. His eyes were still on the game console in his hand. It seemed that he didn't care at all about the retreat mentioned by the man.

The man dared not move or speak.

Until the SOS sign above the player's head in his hand kept getting bigger and bigger and even occupied the entire screen, the boy lowered his head and suddenly said, "Is it very crowded? Retreat?"

His tone paused, and he stared at the game console page, watching the characters on it retreating in a panic because of the plot setting. His fingertips slowly stroked the surface of the screen, and his tone was frivolous: "Did I ask you to retreat?"

Although the boy's tone was uplifting, it was still extremely cold. The man hurriedly lowered his head and prayed.

The corners of the boy's hair were a little frizzy, probably because he hadn't done a special trim. He slowly raised his head only when the bright red "game over" appeared on the screen.

He looked nonchalant, perhaps because the game was too boring. He threw the game console back, stood up on one leg, propped up his face with one hand, and spoke.

"Yamada... I remember that was the name—" His tone was frivolous.

The man called Yamada nodded hurriedly, his expression still showing awe.

It is almost impossible for a man in his thirties to feel awe and fear towards a teenager.

But the man's emotions didn't seem fake.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes slowly darkening.

"Do you think there's something wrong with my decision?" His tone remained unchanged, but it sounded more depressing, as if it was a cold winter day.

"I remember that my orders have the highest priority in this team, the first order and the first control. And the decision I made this time, of course, is not a problem--"

He jumped down from the small container, and gravity lifted up his black coat for a moment. When he landed on the ground, he had a casual aura, which had nothing to do with the chaotic scene of the container behind him.

He kicked a stone on the ground with one foot, and looked down nonchalantly at the ants crawling by his feet. The shadow of his feet would occasionally crawl over the ants' heads, as if playing with them.

As long as he stepped on it, as long as he wanted, everything would be crushed to pieces.

"Dazai-sama, I don't question your decision..."

"Question?" The black-haired boy called Dazai-sama raised his head with a smile, "Did I say you questioned my decision? Or -"

"That's what you think."

The tone of that last sentence was like a sword.

The man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat from his back.

Dazai Osamu's tone returned to its original state in an instant. He clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Yoshi Yoshi, since you have doubts about my combat strategy, then you will formulate the combat strategy?"

He seemed very satisfied with his new suggestion and nodded in self-affirmation: "So let's do it this way. The leader won't say anything anyway."

"I don't have the qualifications." The man's expression became even uglier: "Sir, the boss cares a lot about this batch of goods. If..."

"if--?"

Dazai Osamu's head tilted, and he squatted down with a smile and looked at the man lying on the ground. The man's body trembled violently, and when he looked up, he met the iris-colored eyes exposed outside.

The deep, dark, oppressive breath was like a beast biting at his scalp. The man felt a shudder, as if the oppressive feeling that could tear even his soul away seemed to occupy his entire brain.

Today is cloudy.

There wasn't enough light in the gray sky, as if it was covered in fog.

His lips were curled, but he wasn't smiling.

"Now that you know the importance of this batch of goods, you won't leak this matter to that rotten organization that only has muscles but no brains." He laughed happily twice.

The man was so frightened that half of his face turned pale.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Dazai Osamu continued slowly, "Since you did this and made yourself so miserable, I guess those bullets were simply avoiding you when you ran over here..."

"We'll die if our boss finds out..." He stretched out the syllables meaningfully.

"Shut up!!"

In an instant the man grabbed the gun.

The man moved quickly, and although he was still shaking, his movements were not slow. He raised his right hand, and his fingertips were on the trigger. The safety bolt had been released at some point, and this pistol could fire accidentally at any time.

The black-haired boy with the gun pointed at his head squatted on the spot and tilted his head with a smile: "Is it true? Are you angry because of shame? Ha... Although I don't know what it feels like to have a bullet pass through the brain, it is still a step towards death after all."

But he immediately said with some distress: "But this must be very painful, the feeling of my brain exploding, it makes me sick just thinking about it."

He didn't feel any uneasiness.

When the gun was pointed at his head, he showed an expression of nonchalance.

"Dazai Osamu--" He shouted out the name through gritted teeth.

"Hi, hi." Dazai Osamu responded casually, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "This is Dazai Osamu."

The corners of his eyes narrowed into a beautiful arc, as if he had encountered something interesting.

But the dark darkness under his eyes remained unchanged.

"Dazai Osamu! You have come to this day..."

The man narrowed his eyes.

As a mafia cadre, Dazai Osamu would definitely be credited with a great achievement if the person fell into his hands at this time.

"When we delivered the previous batch of goods, a group of people came out to fight. It seems that they were not your people. Now give the intelligence to this new group of people, let us fight with them again after our group fights. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Although I think there is nothing wrong with it and the idea is also good, but-"

"But what?" The man pressed his gun forward.

"Do you really have any benefit to gain?"

The man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Dazai Osamu smiled and said without any sense of having a gun pointed at his head. "If you betray the Port Mafia and join another small organization, you won't be able to fit in."

"The betrayer might betray me a second time..."

"SHUT UP!!!!"

The man grabbed Dazai Osamu's neck with one hand.

The black-haired boy coughed hard and continued talking.

"Yes."

Dazai lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's so quiet."

"What?" The man didn't hear clearly.

"I mean..." Dazai Osamu raised his voice, "Do you feel that it has suddenly become very quiet now?"

The man holding the gun was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he found that all the sounds had disappeared.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions in the background just now disappeared.

How is that possible?

How could a ceasefire be reached so quickly?

The man's heart skipped a beat. He had given all the intelligence to the people from that organization. With the intelligence, this operation would be foolproof. So what was going on now?

But at this moment, the man suddenly felt a pair of hands pressing towards his head.

"Bang——" The man's head was suddenly pressed against the wall.

The black-haired young man's martial arts were not weak. He deftly reached out and snatched the gun from the man's hand. He squatted down and stretched out one leg to sweep horizontally. With the other hand, he stretched out the man's hand and pulled it violently. There was a sound of clicking, and in an instant, the man's arm was dislocated.

The process takes no more than three seconds.

No mess, clean and neat.

He held the pistol he had snatched from the man in his hand, and watched the man lying on the ground, clutching his dislocated arm and screaming. The black-haired boy squatted down as if he hadn't heard anything.

He hooked the pistol with his index finger and swung it around on his finger from time to time. The safety pin had been disengaged and it could go off accidentally if he was not careful. It looked extremely dangerous.

He squatted there and casually kicked the man in the face with his foot.

“Hey, hey—”

He stretched out his syllables, "Yamada-kun, this is really boring. At the beginning, I wanted to have some fun with you."

At the beginning.

The man covered his arm with a horrified expression: "From the beginning? You knew from the beginning that this was just a trap to expose me?!!"

Dazai nodded nonchalantly: "Although this kind of script is boring, the leader always wants to give it a try. Well... Yamada-kun's head is filled with water."

The unceremonious ridicule came from the black-haired boy.

"Then let's play another game."

Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips.

The man suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Pistol, there are five bullets in total." Dazai Osamu raised his hand with a smile. He had taken out four of the bullets at some point. He threw them casually and they fell to the ground and gradually rolled away.

"Want to make a bet?" He asked excitedly, "Let's bet on who will die first between the two of us."

The man just felt cold all over.

Devil, real devil.

He smiled with his lips curled up, but the smile was so careless, as if what he said and what he did had nothing to do with his life. He didn't care about his own life, or he longed for death, he was a beast, a madman.

"Then the first shot—"

The boy's fingers pressed down slowly.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted.

His heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, and he felt an unprecedented dizziness coming from his heart. His feet went soft, his limbs went numb, and he suddenly felt powerless.

The man closed his eyes and fainted from fright.

At this time, Dazai Osamu seemed a little dissatisfied.

"You are so timid, Yamada-kun."

He obviously gave a low score for this unpleasant and unsatisfactory experience.

"Hey, Dazai - enough is enough."

A voice suddenly came.

As if he had expected everything, Dazai Osamu was not frightened by the sudden sound.

"You're taking so long, Chuuya."

The black-haired boy stood up slowly, casually shook his sore calves, turned his body slightly to the side and raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the container behind him.

I don't know when a person stood on the container.

The ochre-haired boy stood on a tall container, his sapphire eyes narrowed and slightly glanced downward, looking in the direction of Dazai Osamu with a somewhat unhappy look.

"ha--?"

The veins on his forehead throbbed and he let out a sound of disbelief.

Veins bulged on the back of his hand, and the lifted sleeve revealed a small section of his arm. The muscles in his forearm were well-developed and explosive, as if he could smash Dazai Osamu, who was standing on the ground in front of him, to pieces in the next second.

He ran to three places in a row and didn't sleep for three days.

As soon as he came back, he had to help Dazai Osamu complete this operation. Although he didn't want to come here, he still chose to come here at the leader's smiling gesture.

I didn't expect to see Dazai Osamu going crazy as soon as I arrived.

Just as the ochre-haired boy was thinking about whether it would be okay if he killed the man in front of him, Dazai Osamu spoke again.

"But——"

Dazai Osamu stretched out the syllables in a nasty, sticky, and elongated tone when he uttered the following words.

"Chuya is my dog."