Chapter 29: Jiuye: I knew these two guys were going to give him a big fight!
“Dongdongdong——”
The door was knocked without warning, just like a featureless face suddenly appearing from the window in a horror movie.
The toothbrush in Kise Ryota's mouth fell into the sink with a plop, and his frightened, alert, and sharp cold golden eyes stared at the door that had returned to calm.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
There was another knock on the door, this time much louder than the last time.
"Kise? Kise...it's me, Aomine! Open the door...Kise?!"
"Little Aomine?" The inner tension and anxiety receded like the tide, and what followed was a heavy sense of security filling his chest. Kise Ryota ran to open the door and saw Aomine Daiki standing outside the door with his hand raised, ready to knock again.
Under Qingfeng Daiki's puzzled gaze, he hugged her whole body and said, "Little Qingfeng!"
Being held, Aomine Daiki had dead eyes: "What's going on? You didn't answer my call? Hey, this is disgusting, let me go right now."
"Wow! Don't get the toothpaste foam on the new clothes May gave me! You bastard...be careful or I'll beat you up!!"
“…”
"Gululu... I've muted my phone in the bedroom. Anyway, I'm so glad it's you. Where's May? Isn't she with you? I just thought I was going to be attacked by a killer who broke into my house. Gululu..."
Sitting on the sofa, with nowhere to put his long legs, looking at Kise Ryota who was rinsing the toothpaste foam from his mouth, Aomine Daiki grasped the key point: "Killer? Have you offended someone?"
In the artist and idol industry that Kise Ryouta works in, he comes into contact with ordinary people, and it is possible for him to meet rich people, high-ranking politicians, and even high-ranking gangsters.
It can be said that the waters in this industry are very muddy.
Coupled with Yokohama's mafia culture, it is not uncommon for celebrities here to offend others and be killed and their bodies abandoned.
"I saw something I shouldn't have seen," Huang Lailiangta spit out the water in his mouth and looked at his haggard face in the mirror after a bad night of sleep. "I just found out that someone was monitoring me on the opposite floor."
Qingfeng Daihui glanced sharply out the window, but found nothing.
If Kise was not mistaken, the person who was monitoring him should have hidden himself when he arrived.
"I came to see you because I have something to ask you." Aomine Daiki looked at the morning legal news that was still being broadcast. "You've just seen the news, right? It's about Ichiro Morino, the boss of your entertainment company."
"Ms. Asano, Morino Ichiro's secretary, said that Morino Ichiro took you to a place last night that even Ms. Asano didn't know."
Taking out his cell phone from the bedroom, Kise Ryota called back his agent who had missed several calls.
He simply told his agent that he was fine and at home, asked her not to worry and to focus on handling the company's internal affairs, and then hung up the phone.
He thought about what Hayana Takanashi told him last night not to tell anyone about it, but this morning Ichiro Morino was killed, and then he was under surveillance and was in danger of losing his life at any time. All of this was because he went to a place he shouldn't have been and saw the disgusting things of the rich.
Kise Ryouta walked over to the sofa and sat down.
He sat on the sofa with his back hunched, his legs bulging in just shorts, muscles bulging with explosive power, his hands clasped together with his fingertips touching his brow.
Kise Ryouta exhaled, "Aomine-chan, I was being watched because of Morino Ichiro."
"Last night he was spotted by a wealthy and powerful man, and I saw something I shouldn't have witnessed."
Aomine Daiki was silent for a while, then he asked, "You didn't say anything against it?"
"I don't joke about this kind of thing." Kise Ryota was unusually serious.
Aomine Daiki fell silent again.
After hearing Huang Lai's words, he recovered the events in his mind and couldn't help but say the opposite of what he said?
…
Kawasaki Private Hospital.
Standing in front of the visiting window outside the ward, Hayana Takanashi looked through the glass at the girl lying quietly on the hospital bed, with all kinds of tubes inserted all over her body and the instruments surrounding her making beeping sounds.
Yuko Kishimoto, the daughter of Sue Kishimoto.
She was skinny, with a bald head and sunken cheeks. Her body could not be seen rising or falling as she lay under the quilt.
Dazai Osamu stood beside her, and on the other side was the attending physician holding the medical records and talking incessantly.
The attending physician said a lot, but it can be summed up in one sentence: [Yuko Kishimoto's life was prolonged by the medicine sent by Kishimoto Motomo, but that was all it could do.]
Although his life was extended, he was still a living dead, relying on medical machines to survive every day.
Hayana Takanashi closed her eyes, turned around and walked out.
Soon, news came from Motojiro Kajii.
"That potion can indeed delay the death of those with terminal illnesses, but I'm afraid it's a defective product."
Sitting in a chair, watching Kajii Motojiro quickly typing away at the computer keyboard, Kotori Hayana scanned the long list of information he was showing her. "Does that mean the other party has something better?"
"Theoretically, this potion can evolve." Kajii Motojiro adjusted the frame of his glasses between his thumb and index finger, confident of victory. "If it were me, I'd definitely be able to make it evolve."
Dazai Osamu, who was sitting on the other side, asked, "The results have been reported, right? What does Mr. Mori think?"
"The leader wanted me to try to evolve the potion." Kajii Motojiro smiled a little guiltily, "But I decomposed the only potion I had."
"Because one of the data points couldn't be fully analyzed, the original potion can't be replicated—Wow!!!"
Kajii Motojiro was kicked on the chair and was swept away, shouting out his afterimage. Dazai Osamu kicked him on the chair and stabilized him.
Still in shock, Kajii Motojiro thanked the young man who had steady him: "Thank you, Mr. Dazai."
"No need to thank me." The boy said this and kicked hard on his chair! Kajii Motojiro screamed again and was caught by Kotori Hayana.
"It's too much to treat a scientist who only appears once in a century like this!" Kajii Motojiro complained angrily with his fists clenched.
"I just received an order from Mr. Mori." Ignoring him, Dazai Osamu waved his phone and said slowly, "Contact the Black Organization and slowly delve into the details of the deal. Our scientists will have to take care of the rest."
When he heard that there would be various pharmaceutical research projects coming up, Kajii Motojiro's eyes lit up: "My honor!"
He's become addicted to medical research! He'll definitely seize the opportunity that Mr. Dazai has opened for him to enter the divine realm!
Miss Kotori! You won't be disappointed! !
Please trust me this time!
Also——"Please... please kick me again..." Kajii Motojiro raised his hand and said weakly in anticipation.
No one paid any attention to him for a long time. He looked up and found that he was the only one left in the huge laboratory.
…
After listening to Kise Ryota's narration of a series of outrageous and melodramatic events he and Ichiro Morino experienced last night on a cruise ship called [A], Aomine Daiki fell strangely silent.
Huang Lailiangta stood up and opened the door to get the takeaway. He put the takeaway box on the coffee table and looked at the unusually silent Aomine Daiki: "Just say anything, Aomine-chan."
He hasn't spoken a word, he must be very uneasy!
Aomine Daiki opened the takeaway box and looked at the exquisitely presented sushi inside, but he had no appetite at all.
His tone was slightly skeptical. "You're saying... your boss wanted to offer you to rich guy A, but A fell for your boss, and then you were caught in an affair by A's mistress, and you were finally kicked off the ship in disgrace?"
"Yeah." Kise Ryouta nodded affirmatively, "So I suspect that Morino bastard was murdered by A's family because of jealousy. I'm afraid I'll be next."
Aomine Daiki disagreed: "He died without enjoying it. Would A agree to his family doing such a thing?"
Besides, A's taste in men like that is quite unique.
Kise Ryouta said, "Maybe Jiahua didn't get A's consent?"
"Jiahua is very jealous. He even won't allow A's bodyguard captain to stand next to A. He looks gloomy and ruthless. It seems A can't control him at all."
"Captain of the bodyguards?" Aomine Daiki finally caught on to something odd. "I was already confused when you told me that. Morino Ichiro, your love rival, was eliminated by Iehana, but you, the witness, are just being watched?"
It's not certain whether the person monitoring him was sent by Jiahua, but it's very strange anyway.
Kise Ryouta hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth: "It's Hayana Kotori, the daughter of my mother's best friend. She's the captain of A's bodyguards. Is it possible that she saved my life?"
"The bodyguard captain can't interfere with the employer's decision, let alone Jiahua, who even the employer can't control. It's also possible that Jiahua felt that killing two people would cause too much trouble, so she chose not to kill you for the time being." With a preliminary suspect, Qingfeng Daihui asked, "Describe to me what Jiahua looks like."
Huang Lailiangta recalled carefully: "He was very young, looked underage and had a childish face. He was over 180cm tall and very thin. He wore a black suit and a black coat. The most noticeable thing was that his right eye was bandaged. His neck and wrists were also bandaged. He looked gloomy and dark when he looked at people."
As Kise Ryouta described, Aomine Daiki assembled in his mind the "Darkness" of Yokohama that he had seen last night.
…
Dazai Osamu moved quickly.
He first blocked the Black Organization's efforts to establish roots in Yokohama through exchanges with various dark organizations, letting the Black Organization, which he had not yet met, know who was the king of the Yokohama dark world.
Next, the leader of the [Owl], Kishimoto Suetomo, extended an olive branch to the [Black Organization] from the [Port Mafia].
He is very good at giving a sweet date after hitting someone with a stick.
Two nights later, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya and Takanashi Hayato arrived early in a deep alley formed by two large warehouses near the port of Yokohama.
Tonight's moon was obscured by dark clouds. Hayana Kotori checked her fluorescent watch. It was a round, white watch, a fusion of classic and modern beauty, paired with a smooth, brown, textured strap. She whispered, "Ten minutes left."
In ten minutes, the mystery of the Black Organization will be revealed.
Sitting on the shabby wooden boxes piled against the wall, Dazai Osamu was holding a red-covered copy of "The Complete Suicide Manual", with his legs crossed and looking relaxed.
In the deep darkness, Nakahara Chuuya leaned against the wall, his eyes sharp from beneath the brim of his hat: "The person in charge of negotiations didn't show up, but the little tricks hidden in the dark have been brought to light first."
The opponent's sniper scope on the fishing boat 500 meters away at sea dazzled him.
Dazai Osamu took his eyes off the book and looked at Nakahara Chuuya: "I thought it was the highlight moment for Hayana and me, why is the slug following us so sticky?"
"Nah...?" His handsomeness was instantly broken, and Nakahara Chuuya clenched his fists, "It's because you've been killed too many times recently! Otherwise, I wouldn't want to come!"
"There's no light at all. Do you have light bulbs in your eyes? How can you read?"
"That's because I can recite this masterpiece backwards. Do you want to hear me recite it for you?"
"Save your breath." Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "You actually believed the words of the guy who wanted to kill you before..."
"It's not about belief, it's about each taking what they need," Dazai said. "I need information about the Black Organization so I can contact them, and Kishimoto... he needs his daughter to live."
The man, hanging deep in the dungeon, covered in blood, confessed everything to him.
"As long as we know his weakness, we can manipulate him."
"Whatever you like." Not at all surprised by Dazai Osamu's ability to control people's hearts, Nakahara Chuuya looked at the black-haired girl in a high-collared black windbreaker leaning against the wall.
From the time she arrived at the alley until now, Hayana had said very few words, and even his quarrel with Dazai failed to attract her attention.
Something was not right with her.
Zhongyuan Zhongye was worried.
"I'm coming." Hayana Takanashi lowered her voice and looked towards the entrance of the alley with her dark eyes.
In the distance, a yacht with red light flashing on the black sea surface, trailing a large piece of white waves, stopped on the shore.
Two tall and strong men came down from the yacht.
As the two men approached the alley, the dark clouds parted and the moonlight shone down, illuminating their figures and appearances.
A tall man with shiny silver hair that fell smoothly between his legs, wearing an old-fashioned black and green striped top hat. His tall figure was shrouded in a coat, and the dark green scarf at the open chest half covered his chin, and the brim of the hat completely obscured his entire face.
The man stopped and raised his chin slightly, revealing his slightly pale face. His dark green eyes, which were hidden by the brim of his hat and the loose hair on his forehead, flashed with a fierce light.
The man who was one step behind him and much more burly than him was wearing a black suit and sunglasses. His square, fleshy face was stern and he looked very domineering and not someone who could be messed with.
Looking at the heights of the three people standing on the steps opposite, surprise flashed in the depths of the silver-haired man's eyes.
Three young men? Although they were dressed maturely, and the tallest one had a face bandaged in a suggestive black gangster style, they were still young, and none of them had lost their childishness.
Although one shouldn't judge a book by its cover, he met three pairs of eyes looking up at him.
Gin really suspected that he was being tricked.
"The notorious port mafia is actually a group of little brats playing house?" He sneered, unable to conceal the murderous intent in his eyes.
"Strictly speaking, he is a perverted man who is obsessed with young girls and has unearthed dazzling diamonds." Dazai Osamu and Gin's eyes met, and the iris color and dark green clashed, neither of them inferior in the slightest.
The layout begins, then——
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Hayana Kotori from the Port Mafia."
"Let me introduce you. This is Gin, and I'm Vodka..." Vodka, who had taken the initiative to introduce her, suddenly stopped talking with a sullen look on his face. "According to the information we've gathered in advance, Kotori Hayashi is a woman!"
Hayato Takanashi: It seems that the organization's blockade of high-level intelligence in the past few days is still effective. The Black Organization has only obtained some insignificant and superficial information that most of the underworld organizations in Yokohama know.
Dazai Osamu sighed: "What? There are always people who judge people by appearance. No one says women can't wear suits, right? Besides..."
He placed his hands on his chest, his eyes soft: "I'm wearing a chest binder."
Vodka: “…”
He didn't know whether what this person said was true or not. He couldn't go up and check, right?
Vodka looked at the only black-haired girl in women's clothing at the scene and exposed the boy: "As a woman, your masculinity is overflowing..."
"What insulting words are you saying?! I'll kill you, you bastard!" The black-haired, black-eyed girl lightly lifted her hair, her face showing an offended displeasure: "I'm a real man! A gravity user of the Port Mafia."
Vodka: “…”
Vodka took off his sunglasses and shouted, "Even if I'm not in Yokohama, I know that the gravity user Nakahara Nakaya is a man! Are you kidding me?!"
He put his hand into the chest of his suit, ready to pull out a gun at any time!
The girlish-looking person in front of him, who claimed to be a man, narrowed his eyes and said unkindly, "I have the freedom to wear whatever I want. Do you think I'm called the Yokohama Diva for nothing?"
A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Vodka held his breath and looked at the ochre-haired boy who had remained silent from beginning to end.
The hat on his head is as ugly as his elder brother's.
Looking up at the two tall men opposite him, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't say anything -
I knew these two guys were going to give him a big one!
His long silence made Dazai Osamu and Hayato Kotori turn their eyes to him.
Being stared at by the four people, Nakahara Chuuya snorted and said in a rather self-deprecating manner: "Ah, I'm Dazai Osamu..." That bastard!!!
The second half of the sentence made Nakahara Chuuya furious in his heart.
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