Chapter 75 Shock! The boss's temperament changed drastically when he woke up!


0

Chapter 75 Shock! The boss's temperament changed drastically when he woke up!

The medical room at the highest level of the Port Mafia is blocked behind layers of dark doors.

This is the safest supreme throne, but also the most terrifying dark prison.

The red light was flashing on the white instrument, and there were only two people in the medical room, one standing and one lying down. The ochre-haired young man stood alert not far from the bed, his eyes fixed on the person on the bed. After a long time, he slowly shifted his gaze.

Until the person on the hospital bed let out a hoarse, low laugh.

The black-gloved hand suddenly clenched, the uncontrollable emotion appeared briefly and was forcibly suppressed. The ochre-haired young man spoke in a light tone, with an unspeakable sarcasm.

"You can still laugh even when you're being attacked. You're amazing."

"Um……?"

The black-haired young man in black pajamas stood up, his body wrapped in bandages, revealing that he was too thin, even emaciated. Without even looking at the ochre-haired young man, he used his free hand to pull off the monitoring device on his wrist. The needle of the IV drip was pulled out of the blood vessel, and a large patch of dark red blood instantly appeared on the back of his hand.

"Hey! You haven't finished the infusion yet!"

It’s unbearable, Nakahara Chuuya warned in a low voice.

"…Central Plains cadre, report the attacker's situation."

The man ignored her and put on a suit jacket that was too big for him. His dark iris-colored eyes gently touched his arm. Under the bandage were two knife wounds that had just healed. He lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

As if being stabbed by the "Nakahara cadre", Nakahara Chuuya opened and closed his mouth, and finally bit it hard and turned his head away.

"Yes, boss. The interrogation is still going on in the interrogation room. Three executors have been arrested, and seven accomplices have been caught. All seven are on the list. The remaining twelve people on the list have been controlled. It's just like you planned, except that you deliberately poisoned yourself."

——"I am sleeping because I am sick."

This is a lie.

At the end of the plan, looking at the enemy's hideous and unwilling face, he suddenly felt the irony and humor, so he took the initiative to face the poison. Although the antidote was injected in time, the residual toxicity still destroyed the overly thin body, triggering hidden dangers that had not been noticed on a daily basis. Five medical specialists worked all night and just managed to bring down his high fever, but the bandage broke and blood oozed out.

He was always wrapped in bandages and no one knew when he was injured. When the bandages were removed, it was discovered that the wounds underneath were clearly caused by self-harm. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard in the dark room.

The face of the Zhongyuan cadre was terribly ugly, and a curse word was flowing out of his mouth. Finally, he pressed the blue veins on his forehead, waved his hand, and let them continue the treatment. The medical staff reapplied medicine to the wound. The person with the ability to speed up healing looked extremely pale. After finally treating the wound and re-bandaging it, the people present left the place trembling with fear.

Then there was a few hours of silence.

Nakahara Chuuya almost forgot how long it had been since Dazai Osamu had slept. Except for the mission time, he stayed by Dazai Osamu's side almost all day, watching this man live a lifeless state. What Dazai Osamu called sleep was leaning back in a chair with his eyes slightly closed. There was no sign of life in the chief's bedroom, as if no one lived there at all.

He endured it again and again, and finally did not disturb him, and stayed quietly by his side. This time he slept exceptionally long. He watched the ups and downs of the heart rate on the monitor and even almost couldn't help but sniff his breath.

It's too quiet.

He hates silence.

“Hmm…”

Surprisingly, his mocking tone did not elicit a response this time. The young man was in a daze and did not pay any attention to what he was saying. After a while, Dazai Osamu seemed to suddenly notice something and turned to look at him.

"Oh, you're still here. I need to change and get out."

This tone of voice that pretended to insult him was too familiar, and for a moment he instinctively wanted to retort, but the moment the words came out of his mouth, looking at Dazai Osamu's calm and pale face, the anger in his heart burst like a balloon, and those suppressed emotions instantly lost their strength. He twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head as he wished, and pulled down the brim of his hat.

"Yes, boss."

The ochre-haired young man disappeared behind the door. Through the gap in the open door, one could see layers of tight mechanisms and chains.

Dazai Osamu turned his head to see the door closed, took out the white book without a cover, and opened it after a slight hesitation.

After a long time, a light laugh was heard from the silent room.

**

In just four years, the port mafia has become a pure dark shadow in this country. The tough style of the new unknown leader has trained the entire port mafia into silent wolfhounds that are always ready to tear the throat of their prey.

People with ulterior motives spread the news that the leader was seriously ill in an attempt to shake people's hearts, but such news did not cause any waves at all. The cadres were afraid of the man but also trusted him, and the lower-level members had been brainwashed for a long time and did not think that he would die easily.

Only the next day, the port mafia, which had briefly stopped for a day and a night, was operating in an orderly manner again like a busy port. A large number of documents were input into the leader's office like an assembly line, and then transported out in stacks sorted by category a moment later. No one knew what a dangerous night he had gone through except the medical staff in the medical room who were sealed off.

This was even more efficient than usual, which made the rumor of serious illness labeled as a rumor.

The high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground. Akutagawa Gin had a cold face and checked recent matters with the secretarial team again. There was already a thick stack of the latest instructions on her desk, and her next task was to distribute them to the various levels of supervision.

She had just walked out of the leader's office. The lower-level staff didn't know about Dazai Osamu's situation, but as the secretary-general directly under the leader, how could she be ignorant of everything? But her courage to persuade him to take a rest was silenced by a few words. She watched the man sitting on the chair like a machine, his face pale, but without the slightest sign of self-cultivation.

...You can’t question the leader’s decision.

She closed her eyes tightly, suppressing the uncontrollable anxiety and panic rising in her heart. Until her heart returned to its usual coldness and calmness, she opened the documents on the desk.

Most of the documents in the file contained information about the expansion of Tokyo Lishijie, which had been basically completed, as well as the financial plan for the next quarter. She calmly checked the internal situation of each document, and then distributed them according to the corresponding list in different categories. Finally, only the last one was left.

Those placed at the bottom are most likely to be approved first. In order to save time, Akutagawa Gin dragged the button for summoning subordinates from the table, and opened the document with his other hand.

She paused.

A rare trace of confusion appeared on the beautiful face of this professional woman. Her hand that was about to press the button got stuck. She rubbed her eyes, picked up the paper and read it carefully again.

There are not many words, but compared to long text numbers or agreements thicker than books, this thin piece of paper is more difficult to understand than the former combined.

Are the characters too messy? But not only Akutagawa Gin, even Nakahara Chuuya, had to praise Dazai Osamu's handwriting as being countless times more elegant than his own. Even when he was tired of writing in the later period, his handwriting still maintained the beauty and neatness that came from long-term standardization. Compared with the documents of other cadres, the leader's documents are much more pleasing to the eye.

Then why couldn't she understand?

Akutagawa Gin turned her wrist and dragged the landline phone on the desk. Before pressing the office phone, she thought for a moment and dialed the number of the Nakahara cadre first.

After a while of busy signal, the call was picked up.

"Central Plains cadre, this is the secretary's office, I'm Yin."

Nakahara Chuuya was still in the leader's office. He walked away two steps. He was a little surprised to receive Gin's call.

"What's wrong?"

"Excuse me, were you present throughout the chief's work this morning?" Yin asked indirectly.

"Of course." Nakahara Chuuya was a little confused.

"you……"

Before Gin could finish his words, Dazai Osamu, who was still working at his desk, suddenly spoke.

"I wrote it. Tell her to execute it. Ask me directly next time."

Gin did not hear the leader's voice. Nakahara Chuuya rubbed his brows with a headache and repeated Dazai Osamu's words.

There was silence on the other end and then he hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Nakahara Chuuya walked back to two meters behind his office chair in confusion. He wanted to say something but stopped himself, considering the difference in their status. He couldn't say the words.

"Your breathing is disturbing me, just say it."

As if there were eyes behind him, the young man made notes on the paper and spoke without raising his head.

"That's about it...you...forget it."

With a thousand words stuck in his mouth, Nakahara Chuuya thought that Dazai Osamu had made some crazy plan again. He wanted to persuade him, but he did not have the right to persuade Dazai Osamu. He could only speak in a roundabout way:

"There's still plenty of time."

Black ink flowed from the tip of the pen, and the dark and gloomy leader did not speak until he closed the paper and turned his head.

"Chuuya." He said softly, "You are not growing taller because you think too much."

"...You really are a stubborn person."

Zhongyuan Chuuya couldn't even get angry, so he retorted and said nothing more.

So the black-haired young man turned his head and laughed, and his laugh made him shudder. Nakahara Chuuya instinctively thought that something bad was about to happen, and he shuddered.

"It's almost over." said the young man.

Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses and sneered:

"You better be."

After that, there was a long silence. The leader's office's high-tech color-changing bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows always remained as dark as midnight, and the light from the crystal chandelier above could not illuminate the room. The desk lamp on the table maintains an extremely long working time that far exceeds the industry standard. The black-haired young man working at the desk curls his lips in a good mood. A few steps away from him stands the vigilant ochre-haired young man, ready to attack or defend at any time.

In the secretary's office, a long distance away, the beautiful and capable female secretary looked at the paper again with an indescribable expression. But she was already accustomed to carrying out any orders from her leader unconditionally, and the weirdness soon faded away. She calmly tapped the button and waited for other secretaries to come to the table and hand out the documents one by one.

This giant black machine dripping with blood is still running day and night in a corner of Yokohama. The screams and roars of its operation echoed throughout Kanto every night and sneaked into the nightmares of the members of the other world.

**

That afternoon.

All the mafia members with special abilities in the port have received special missions.

Nakahara Chuuya looked at the document, which had neatly written but very strange content, and clenched his fists uncontrollably.

What does it mean? 'People with special abilities need to write a book with their special abilities as the theme or title. There is no limit to the subject matter. They need to report their achievements to their immediate superiors on a quarterly basis. Extra rewards will be given after the book is published. Five major cadres need to report their writing experience directly to the leader. '.

What does it mean, 'Considering the cultural level of some people with special abilities, the genre can be changed to poetry as appropriate. Like cadres in the Central Plains. The rest of the people need to apply on their own. '

We are the Mafia, right? We are the mafia that commits murder, arson and all kinds of evil, right? What's wrong with you asking us to write a book?

Ever since you killed Mori Ogai, the top mafia figure, everyone from top to bottom has never been to school. Don’t you know that?

Also, what does "Nakahara Chuuya" mean? Hello! His education level is not that bad, right? Why treat us differently?

Nakahara Chuuya walked to the leader's office with a sour face. The lifeless guy had just finished lunch and didn't even look at him. He was resting with his eyes slightly closed. His break time was fixed at ten minutes, and it looked like the time was almost up.

So as soon as he opened his eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but ask.

"Writing a book, what's going on?"

The young man turned his eyes towards him and spoke lazily with a heavy nasal voice:

"That's it."

"...You..." Nakahara Chuuya was hesitant to speak.

"I'm already the leader, and you're telling me what to do?" The young man was unusually childish, but his face was full of sarcasm: "Is this how you act as a cadre?"

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, Nakahara Chuuya closed his mouth, hating himself for not being able to control himself.

It was too bad. At first, he was worried that such a scene would occur after he found out that Dazai Osamu had become the leader. Later, when Dazai Osamu worked day and night regardless of his health, he began to worry. Now, the hidden danger that had occurred after several years hit him between the eyebrows, and he finally experienced the feeling of blood rushing up that he had once imagined.

Relying on your status as the leader, you act recklessly. Good man, have you finally remembered this? Don’t think about it! You should go to work!

"... You'll be on a business trip in a while. The poem isn't long, so finish writing it for me before then." The devil whispered, "Considering that you still have work to do, I've arranged the poem based on your education level. If you use the excuse of 'I have to write a poem so I can't go on a business trip because I haven't finished my work', I will despise you to death."

...It's definitely not an illusion!

This person suddenly became lively after waking up! He even started to torment people!

Nakahara Chuuya's expression became strange. He had been observing this man closely for the whole night. An intelligence department reported information about Fyodor, the Rat of the Dead House. He heard the young man ponder for a moment and carefully read Fyodor's name.

After a while, he smiled.

It was a weird smile that was full of gloating and sighs.

absolute! Something is definitely going on! When, did the poison damage his brain? !

How could things be like this!

Continue read on readnovelmtl.com


Recommendation



Comments

No comments yet.

Please login to comment

Support Us

Donate to disable ads.

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com