Extra 7
"I can't understand why we should keep that guy named Amber and indulge him if he has no intention of listening to Jiulong."
"Uh," Noble had to say something about Xiaohua's complaint, lest Xiaohua, who hadn't received an answer, transfer her anger to him later: "Doesn't Nikaidou of the Ie Mura Association look so confident? I tell you, don't worry about it. The Ie Mura Association said it can be done, so we just need to do our own thing. Anyway, we just follow Liu's orders, so if it doesn't work out well, it's none of our business, right—ah!"
Noble's face wrinkled in an instant. Xiaohua retracted her legs and looked at the painful expression of the fool after being stepped on hard with satisfaction. She looked at the "Funk Jungle" sign hanging on the top of the building in front of her and walked in without hesitation.
"Oh my, you're still a minor, right? It's not good to walk into the bar like that," Noble murmured in her ear.
Kurosaki Hana glared at him, unable to bear it any longer: "Are you some old, useless, nagging grandfather?"
A knockout blow, and Noble shut up in grievance. But Kurosaki Hana knew his words wouldn't last long; soon, this chatterbox would be back. She looked up and saw a familiar figure slumped over the second-floor railing: Liu, raising a glass to greet them.
At this time, there were still 6 days before Amber launched a general attack on Sowrd.
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Private room on the second floor.
"You, just stay here," Xiaohua said, pushing Noble into a booth. "I'm going to go downstairs for a while. Brother Liu, please keep an eye on him. Don't let him downstairs."
She left with a resolute back, and Noble extended his hand, but was unable to keep his cruel sister.
Liu Longren coughed lightly, and when Noble was about to stand up, he firmly held his shoulder. "Since she said so, it's better for you to stay here for now."
"She's still underage! What if some bad guy takes her out drinking?!"
"I think we're the ones who are most likely to be ...
Noble lowered his head. Liu Longren couldn't see his expression, but the sudden silence gave him a bad feeling. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Noble asked him in grief, "Could it be, could it be that in your eyes, I am also a useless brother who has accomplished nothing?"
But no one dares to say that to you… Liu Longren patted the flamboyant actor on the shoulder. "I didn't hear you were going for a comedic route before we left, brother! You didn't seem this vulnerable when you were sharing all those gory novels and movies?" Liu had to seriously advise, "You should give her some space—she doesn't need such overprotection. I don't know why, over the years, even though she's clearly becoming more and more outstanding, your protectiveness has become so… increasingly pathological."
He observed Noble's expression and continued carefully, "She's quite famous in the □□. Both Kurosaki-san and Genji treated her as an equal. She's grown up now. You don't have to treat her like a child who needs protection forever. She feels it herself, doesn't she? ... She resents this treatment."
Noble sighed deeply and deftly pulled out a cigarette case from his coat pocket. However, his smooth movement faltered when he realized the case was empty. He uttered an "uh" and frantically searched his pockets. After a moment, he hesitantly asked Liu, "Do you have... a lighter?"
Liu Longren spread his hands to indicate that he had none. Out of friendship, he kindly reminded him, "Also, you'd better not smoke in Funk Jungle. The Mighty Warriors won't be happy if they smell cigarettes."
"That overseas gang you've been hanging out with for the past few years that's been so blissful you don't want to leave?" The chain-smoker, unable to find his lighter, slumped in his chair. He crumpled up the cigarette box he was holding and casually stuffed it back into his pocket. "They can't be some kind of justice group, are they? How can they forbid smoking? Every time Mr. Kurosaki has a meeting, we're always waiting by the door, surrounded by clouds of smoke."
"Compared to smoking, they have... healthier hobbies, like making music," Liu Longren said thoughtfully. He grabbed Noble's shoulders and said, "They're a pretty good group of guys. You might as well get to know them."
"Hmmmm?"
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Having a craving for cigarettes isn't a pleasant feeling, and the noisy environment is even more irritating. He felt a slight itch in his mouth, and even if he couldn't smoke, he'd still want to chew something. But he had to give Liu some face. And if Kurosaki Junlong found out about his addiction, he'd probably be in big trouble. Smoking wasn't a big deal for him, of course, but if someone became addicted... especially if Noble was addicted, Kurosaki would probably be very unhappy. So, he could only suppress his anxiety as Liu grabbed him and dragged him aside.
"Oh, Liu. Who did you bring here?" The guys who looked like Mighty Warriors in the booth greeted Liu one after another.
There were so many people... The last time I'd interacted with so many was at the Kowloon meeting. Noble gave an awkward smile and nodded repeatedly, "Hello, hello." His social anxiety briefly triumphed over his smoking addiction. Over the years in Kowloon, Noble had consciously or unconsciously reduced his interactions with others. When he went on missions, Xiaohua or his subordinates usually handled them. Naturally, Noble's already weak social skills had become even worse.
"Where did you get this guy from?" Pearl asked. He was observing this young man, a complete stranger to him. He wasn't short, but not tall either, with an average build. His clothes weren't fashionable at all, just a T-shirt and washed-out jeans, barely more formal than his loungewear. He'd be practically invisible in a crowd. Oh, and he seemed to be wearing a flashy ring. His face was quite pale, with dark circles under his eyes. He looked decent, and he looked like a gigolo.
"He's from Kowloon. He's going to work this time too."
After Liu Longren gave a brief introduction, the expressions of the Mighty Warriros people became serious.
Liu was born in Kowloon and held a high position there, a fact he had never concealed. Most of the Mighty Warriors knew something about it, and now that he had brought someone from Kowloon, there was some deeper meaning behind it.
Ice squinted at him, suddenly a little surprised, and asked, "Isn't this Noble?"
"...Do you know each other?" Liu was a little surprised. This was beyond expectation.
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