Yokohama's tallest and most iconic building, it is the base of the port mafia.

As Munechika walked along, he could truly feel the amount of attention Nakahara Chuuya was getting in this place.

No one came forward to disturb them, everyone just stood there staring.

However, rather than paying attention to Nakahara Chuuya, it would be more accurate to say that the attention is paid to a stranger who looks similar to their cadre... right?

"Hey, you... Zhongyuan."

After circling the building twice at the intersection near the Port Mafia, Munechika didn't go in until it got dark. But when he heard Nakahara Chuuya's voice, he felt like he was hearing the sound of nature and was so moved that he wanted to sing a song.

For the sake of being saved, forget about being a road idiot and being seen by so many people.

The ochre-haired young man was wearing a coat with a familiar vest underneath, and there was a slight smell of gunpowder on his body.

"I'm sorry, I had something important to do this afternoon, so I didn't pick you up." Nakahara Chuuya walked in and looked Munechika up and down.

Fortunately, I'm just a little hungry.

But compared to this.

"It's okay, I left on my own." Munechika shifted his gaze slightly, and then thought that the person in front of him was actually 'himself', so although he was a little embarrassed, he still answered frankly, "In the afternoon, there was a drugstore..."

He had specifically memorized the name of the pharmacy at that time, but!

What's it called?

"Ah, I know." Nakahara Chuuya said, "You haven't eaten yet, right?"

As the sky darkened, the temperature dropped. Munechika was still wearing thin everyday clothes, and the short-sleeved shirt did not block the wind at all.

Not to mention that he had circled around here twice, and his skin was a little stiff at this moment.

I don't know how Nakahara Chuuya discovered it, but when Munechika nodded, he suddenly felt a slight warmth on his body.

"Put it on, and then we'll go see the leader together."

The only part of this suit jacket that has temperature is the shoulders, which is warm enough for Sojin right now.

He held on to his coat with one hand to prevent it from slipping off, raised his head and saw Nakahara Chuuya's back, and quickly followed him.

"That Qing...that guy didn't play tricks on you, did he?" Nakahara Chuuya glanced sideways at Munechika.

The two looked exactly the same, from their height to their appearance, but someone familiar with them could easily tell them apart, even without looking at Munechika's lighter eyes.

In the eyes of the lower-level members of the Port Mafia, the difference between them

It is very clear.

It was obvious that Munechika Nakaya did not have the aura that was unique to this special place, Yokohama.

As they passed by, the two men in black looked at each other in an attempt to communicate, with perfect frequency.

A: It turns out that the Central Plains cadres also have brothers, and they are artists!

B: What a pity, the person on TV is not Mr. Nakahara. A Hong Kong. Black lower class dog lost his dream.jpg.

A&B: …

Looked at each other.

I have no idea what the other person is trying to express. Forget it, just work hard.

The attention of others is common to the two of them. For Nakahara Chuuya, who is a leader of the port mafia, and for Munechika, who is an artist and a well-known cosplayer, the opinions of others are sometimes not that important.

Munechika shook his head: “No.”

To him, the Dazai Osamu in the setting was much more excessive than this one. What just happened was not a joke, at most it was just a small joke that belonged to Dazai Osamu.

“Really…that’s good.” Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat to slightly cover up his complicated expression.

The probability of making Nakahara Chuuya believe that Dazai Osamu would not play a "Nakahara Chuuya" who looks more innocent than him is even lower than the probability that Dazai Osamu will finally become a human being one day.

So he thought very reasonably, it couldn't be that he was too naive and didn't know that Dazai was playing a trick on him... No, according to Dazai's vicious temper, he would definitely expose the trick on the spot.

But... Munechika is indeed different from him, and perhaps things will be different if he gets along with the Dazai.

Thinking of the scene in the afternoon when Sochin Chuuya protected Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya felt like he had swallowed a fly. Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not express any opinion about Sochin Chuuya's behavior. After all, it was another choice of his own.

The difference between the two of them is too obvious.

"While you are still here, if you need anything, you are welcome."

Even without the comparison of Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya is very smart.

Of course, he initially suspected that Sochinaka was also a creature with special abilities, and was plotting against the port mafia.

But no supernatural power can allow a person to disguise his supernatural power as well as that of the person who is disguising himself.

Apart from the intuition that this was his when they met, when Munechika used his ability, the amount was so weak that he could sense that their abilities came from the same source.

He had a good impression of Munechika, so he was naturally willing to help.

"Ah." Zongjin responded when he heard it, but he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

He had no intention of using Nakahara Chuuya's identity and property. He would also pay back the drugstore accident, but this was different from what he said for Nakahara Chuuya.

And feel happy without conflict.

As expected, Nakadashi is also very good.

After entering the Port Mafia building and returning the coat to Chuuya, Munechika was infected by the serious and cold atmosphere, and followed behind Chuuya Nakahara without saying a word.

On the walkway leading to the elevator, Ozaki Kouyo walked towards me.

"Chuya, this is..." Ozaki Koyo lowered her eyes and looked at Munechika.

Just like in the video, his appearance is exactly the same as Nakahara Chuuya. The vest and beret make him look more like an artist. Only his azure blue eyes are a little lighter than Nakahara Chuuya's.

Munechika's pupils shrank slightly and he leaped back. His fingertips covered with crimson gravity firmly stopped the stick sword that was stabbing at his neck. He entered a state of readiness, but he only defended and did not take the initiative to attack.

"Big Sister?!"

"Don't be nervous," Ozaki Kouyomi smiled at Munechika, and the golden Yasha returned to her back. "It seems to be another Chuuya. I apologize for my rudeness just now."

Munechika could fully understand this temptation, and the stick sword that Ozaki Kouyo had previously used to hit his vital points was not intended to really attack him.

He quickly added some settings and knew what attitude he should have towards Ozaki Koyo.

"It's okay, Miss Hongye." There was only a thin layer of almost invisible gravity beside Sojin, and Nakahara Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief, but was startled again when he noticed his address.

Ozaki Koyo, a well-known host and dancer.

"…Then, I'll excuse myself first." Ozaki Kouyo's eyes showed a hint of interest because of Munechika's address. She nodded to Nakahara Chuuya and passed by them.

The two Chuuya walked towards the elevator again, but the atmosphere was not so tense anymore.

Munechika walked beside Chuuya, and changed from sensing the atmosphere to paying attention to Chuuya Nakahara's movements, feeling a little helpless.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask?"

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at the armed guards not far away and coughed, "Ahem, Miss Hongye?"