Chapter 152 Negotiation Negotiation Belmore...
Vermouth seemed to have anticipated such a questioning. The strikingly beautiful woman with striking blonde hair stroked her hair and said with a smile, "Young man, you can't say that. This was a matter of mutual consent."
"The Port Mafia provides us with smuggling channels, and we provide the Port Mafia with the drugs you need—"
Vermouth dragged out her tone slightly before continuing, "Besides, when the contract was signed, Mr. Mori Ogai was present. You also agreed to the contract at the time, didn't you?"
"This is a mutually beneficial transaction between us."
"Indeed, I agreed to this contract before. However, the leader at the time was eager to achieve a healthy body and therefore believed a lot of nonsense."
"And you should also understand..." Mori Ogai lowered his voice, "Things are different now. The current leader of the Port Mafia is young, powerful, and adventurous."
"How can such an unequal transaction last long under her sharp eyes?"
"It seems perfectly natural to terminate this transaction, Miss Vermouth."
The player who had just negotiated with Number Two and temporarily gained control of Number Two's body opened his eyes and heard the black-haired, purple-eyed NPC praising him: "..."
Oh my god! Black-haired, purple-eyed NPC! I didn't expect you to love the player so much! The player really ignored you on a daily basis! This is the player's mistake!
Player No. 2 (player version), who had an ordinary face and even his dazzling golden eyes were covered by magical cosmetic contact lenses, suddenly had a very lively expression.
Even with his back to the lower-level members, Dazai Osamu was still able to keenly sense that something was wrong: "..."
Well, even though she had let the person with special abilities hide among the lower-level staff and follow, the leader lady still couldn't suppress her worrying nature and came over in another form.
Mr. Mori's flattery was just right.
Dazai Osamu still had a perfect smile on his face, and no one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.
At this moment, all the members of the Black Organization focused their attention on Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu, and did not care about the minor changes that happened to a small, low-level member behind them.
No...not necessarily.
Bourbon watched as the young man named Dazai Osamu calmly turned his body to the side by changing his posture continuously.
With his actions, the sight of the Black Organization, which was previously able to cast its gaze on a thin woman with black hair and black eyes, was successfully blocked among the lower-level members.
A frail woman...? A frail woman among the lower ranks? Generally speaking, shouldn't the lower ranks be mostly strong men?
Bourbon unconsciously wanted to cast more glances in that direction—but was stopped.
"What are you looking at, blond gentleman? If there's something you want to know, it's better to ask openly, isn't it?"
The black curly-haired boy's eyes were as deep as a whirlpool on the seabed, and there was a naked murderous intent in his eyes, as if he felt that Bourbon's prying behavior was causing him great trouble.
"...No, nothing. There's nothing I want to know." Bourbon's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously curled a smile in his direction, then quickly shifted his attention to the confrontation between the Port Mafia and the Black Organization.
At this point, the confrontation between the two sides had become tense.
"Yesterday, in the western area of 'One-Stop Food' street, our people were injured by a man wearing a black coat and with long silver hair. Several of them are currently in the intensive care unit, awaiting their final fate."
Dazai Osamu pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them out. "These are the evidence my men took at the risk of their lives. With all the witnesses and evidence, you won't deny it, will you, Mr. Gin?"
The player, unable to see the specific scene, wondered, "Is this supposed to be referring to the attack on the Great Teacher's men? When was the photo taken? How come the player doesn't know about it?"
but……
Intensive Care Unit? Hadn't the Great Sensei sent all of his men to the various training rooms of the Port Mafia?
When the players went to check on them last night, they were all crying and screaming for their parents. Although their bodies had suffered tremendous torture, their spirits were indeed very healthy...
"..." Gin remained silent as he looked at the clearly visible photo on the table - his face was clearly visible on it, and there was no trace of PS.
Gin had done something like this before? Calculating the time, it should have been when he called to inform me that I had won a place in the MasterChef competition.
But from now on, although he didn't get a ranking, Gin obviously didn't do anything useful.
Bourbon, who was happy to see the Black Organization having fun, lowered his head to hide the happy smile that was about to rise at the corner of his lips.
This is not going to be easy. Gin actually did this before the negotiation...
Seeing that Gin had no intention of denying it, Vermouth looked at the members of the port mafia across the street with an unchanged smile, but her mind was spinning at a high speed.
The current situation is clearly not in their favor, and the port mafia is pressing them hard. If they don't make some concessions in this deal, then their cooperation with the port mafia might...
The right to use those smuggling routes is more important.
Vermouth had obviously made up her mind.
But before she could speak, Gin took over Dazai Osamu's words and said coldly, "I was just teaching a little lesson to a group of ordinary people who wanted to stop me. There was no surveillance in the place I passed by."
"I don't recognize these incomprehensible photos." After saying that, Gin sneered and cut the photos in front of him into pieces with a knife.
"If you say it doesn't exist, then it doesn't exist?" Nakahara Chuuya, who had been observing and keeping watch, had a cold flash in his blue eyes. His slender yet powerful hands gradually glowed with a faint red light. "Then if we say the contract between the Port Mafia and the Black Organization doesn't exist, then does that mean it doesn't exist either?"
"What do you mean?" Vodka slammed the table.
"I mean whatever you say." Nakahara Chuuya looked at the increasingly tense bodies of the people opposite him and sneered, "If you want to fight, I can definitely accompany you--"
"Just hit me, who's afraid of who?" Vodka, realizing that his elder brother didn't stop him, rolled up his sleeves and started to say harsh words.
"Chuya-kun, calm down." Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand, stopped Nakahara Chuuya from beating the other person into pieces, and said loudly.
Seeing Nakahara Chuuya's confused look of "What's going on? This is different from the plot mentioned before", Dazai Osamu glanced calmly at the leader behind him who didn't notice anything wrong and was trying hard to eat the melon, then he winked at the dwarf in front of him, indicating that the other party should listen to his command, and then he began his performance.
"The Port Mafia naturally sincerely wants to cooperate with the organization. However..." Dazai Osamu said leisurely, "The conditions for this cooperation need to be adjusted."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to explain to the leader who is already furious because of the injuries of our members."
"We can discuss the smuggling route further." The black curly-haired boy slowly walked over to Gin, a gentle and leisurely smile on his face. He said to the man who was obviously in charge of this negotiation, "But as for those drugs... they shouldn't appear anywhere in Yokohama."
"how?"
This young boy... wants to cut off all the organization's routes in Yokohama!
Even Vermouth couldn't help but turn pale at Dazai Osamu's outrageous words.
You know, because of its special location, Yokohama has always been an important channel for organizations to sell drugs. This is not only true for those drugs that need to be smuggled, but also for those normal drugs that are banned by some countries.
According to her channels, she could easily find out that the smuggling routes from Yokohama to the outside world were controlled by various mafias in Yokohama.
Now, after the port mafia has annexed, integrated, and absorbed several organizations, it has become more and more powerful, and the smuggling routes they control have also increased - it has almost reached the point of monopoly!
Once the organization is banned from entering Yokohama by the Port Mafia, the losses the organization will have to endure will be...!
Why did the Port Mafia adopt such an aggressive strategy? Was it the leader of the Port Mafia who gave the order? Or... was it because Gin had attacked a member of the Port Mafia?
"...What you mean is that you want to ban the organization from selling all drugs through Yokohama, right?" Gin asked after a moment of silence.
"Oh, Mr. Gin, didn't you hear clearly? Then I can say it again." Dazai Osamu leaned forward slightly and said word by word, "I mean that you are forbidden... to appear in Yokohama!"
"You--!" Gin, who was overwhelmed by the young man's gentle tone, subconsciously wanted to suppress him, but was tightly grasped by a pair of white and delicate hands that did not match his thin body and ordinary appearance.
"What do you want to do?" The player who was just enjoying watching the show in the last second saw his highly intelligent NPC about to die at the hands of someone else in the next second. It was really annoying.
The extremely angry player didn't care about hiding his identity or observing secretly. He immediately stood up, grabbed the hands of the silver-haired NPC, and asked in a cold voice.
It was that woman from before! The woman who had wanted to observe more closely but was stopped by Dazai Osamu and even threatened with words!
Bourbon's expression didn't show, but he was shocked in his heart!
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