"Isn't it a bit ironic to describe them as 'brave'?" Ozaki Kouyo chuckled as she sat in a chair with Dazai Osamu and Kiyohara Jun in the leader's room, drinking afternoon tea.

"Sarcasm? Isn't it appropriate to describe it as a hero?" Dazai Osamu casually stirred the black tea in his hand. He picked up a piece of sugar and threw it into the black tea again.

Dazai Osamu lowered his head and took a sip of the black tea to which he had added five sugar cubes, revealing a slightly suffocated expression.

"Forget about dying from sweetness." Dazai Osamu stuck out his tongue and snatched away the black tea that Kiyohara Jun had not yet started drinking. After guzzling a cup of black tea, he showed an expression as if he had come back to life.

"We are the Mafia, and Jun-kun, as the leader, is of course the Demon King. And generally the ones who are weaker are the heroes, so of course we should combine and add the MIMIC Hero Team, bravely break into the Port Mafia, and challenge the great Demon King Jun-kun." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and then refilled the teacup.

After refilling the teacup, Dazai Osamu seemed to hesitate for a while. In the end, he did not choose to return the teacup to Kiyohara Jun, but instead swapped Nakahara Chuuya's teacup with Kiyohara Jun's teacup.

"If you injure the enemy by a thousand, you will injure yourself by eight hundred." Kiyohara Jun did not respond to the "Demon King and Hero"'s statement. Looking at Dazai Osamu's actions, he shook his head and made a comment.

"Although I am a little disgusted, I am happy to think that Chuuya will be more disgusted." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and then he rolled his eyes and said to Kiyohara Jun with ill intentions, "Jun-kun, do you want to try my cup of black tea? Add five sugar cubes to it, and it tastes better~"

Having said that, he handed the black tea to Kiyohara Jun's mouth in a strange and twisted posture.

When he saw the cup of thick black tea, Kiyohara Jun'ichi suddenly dreamed back to the time when he first met Dazai Osamu.

At that time, Dazai had eaten a poisonous mushroom, and he kept chasing him in the corridor trying to feed him the poisonous mushroom, but in the end, it was Takuto who was passing by who got shot.

Recalling the scene at that time, Jun Kiyohara smiled barely perceptiblely.

This barely perceptible smile was naturally noticed by the sensitive Dazai Osamu.

Seeing Kiyohara Jun's smile, Dazai Osamu looked down at the black tea in his hand and his own posture, and soon realized what Kiyohara Jun was thinking about.

Unable to help but smile, Dazai Osamu shrugged slightly, decided not to torture Kiyohara Jun anymore, and took back his teacup.

Just as the three of them had returned to their quiet state of drinking afternoon tea, there was a knock on the door of the leader's office.

Kiyohara Jun casually pressed the button he carried with him, the door opened, and Nakahara Chuuya walked in along with two people who Kiyohara Jun thought would not appear here.

When they saw Verlaine with an expressionless face and Rimbaud with a smile walking in side by side behind Nakahara Chuuya, the three people present showed some surprise.

"Are you surprised to see me?" Weilun raised his eyebrows and spoke in a poetic tone. This man who looked like a Nordic god, even when he was not being ky or stupid, still had the aura of a transcendent, which was very intimidating. "After all, those rats from MIMIC are coming, how can I not come and take a look?"

"MIMIC?" After Verlaine spoke, Nakahara Chuuya, who originally thought that Verlaine and Rimbaud just wanted to participate in the next mission, turned his head suddenly and raised his voice, "Do you know MIMIC?"

"Chuya, you should call me brother." Weilun did not directly answer Chuya Nakahara's question, but frowned and refuted what he thought was the most important thing - Chuya Nakahara's way of addressing him. Then, under Chuya Nakahara's speechless gaze, he wanted to say something else.

However, knowing his partner's character, Rimbaud interrupted Verlaine. He smiled gently, but his tone was full of threats: "Paul, business."

As soon as Verlaine saw Rimbaud's expression, he knew that if he continued, Rimbaud might get angry.

Although Verlaine still cannot read the atmosphere and eye contact, after spending a long time with Rimbaud, he finally figured out a way of doing things that would not offend Rimbaud.

"Okay, okay." Weilun shrugged, strode to the afternoon tea table, and sat directly in the seat left vacant for Nakahara Chuuya, and even ordered Nakahara Chuuya to move two chairs.

Picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip, Verlaine did not notice Dazai Osamu's somewhat stiff expression and Ozaki Koiyo's slightly raised eyebrows. Even Kiyohara Jun couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand when he saw Verlaine drinking the tea.

Dazai Osamu never expected that the teacup he tried to use to harm Xinye would be used by Weilan. Dazai Osamu, who was almost beaten half to death by Weilan before, certainly didn't want to experience that feeling again.

After all, being beaten half to death doesn’t mean he’s really dead, and think about it, it’s impossible for Weilun to kill him now.

Without paying too much attention, when the angry Nakahara Chuuya and Rimbaud, who seemed to have noticed something, sat down, Verlaine cleared his throat and began to talk about his ill-fated relationship with MIMIC.

It was said to be a bad fate, but in fact it was the leader of MIMIC, Andre Kidd, who came to him to seek death. Before Verlaine really wanted to kill Kidd, Kidd showed a disappointed expression as if saying "You are not the one we are looking for", and then he actually managed to escape from Verlaine.

Although Verlaine was being chased by the servants of the Clocktower at the time, which weakened his fighting ability, and Verlaine had not yet made any serious moves, the fact that he was able to successfully escape from his hands still angered Verlaine, the very conceited "Assassin King".

Later, Weilun wanted to go back, but he learned about Nakahara Chuuya. He was in no mood to argue with MIMIC, so he went straight to Japan to find his brother.

After hearing what Weilun said, almost everyone present couldn't help but twitch their lips.

From what Weilan said just now, he thought there was some deep hatred between them, but it turned out that they were just angry because of the failure?

"If MIMIC comes, let me take action." Weilun said with some reserve, but no one could ignore the eagerness in his tone. "I promise to give each of them a different death, so that they will die a worthy death."

"Of course." Qingyuan Jun nodded slightly and directly agreed to Weilun's request.

Although Verlaine and Rimbaud are both among the five major cadres of the Port Mafia, their identities are shady and they are also very powerful Transcendents. Unless something big happens, Kiyohara Jun usually does not use the force of this pair of partners, nor will he drive them around easily. He usually just lets them do what they can do for the Port Mafia and what they like.

For example, Rimbaud liked to train intelligence personnel for the port mafia, especially pairs of partners, while Verlaine trained several assassins - Verlaine was particularly selective about the qualifications of his subordinates, so there were only a few of them.

Therefore, in the eyes of Jun Kiyohara, who did not regard the group and MIMIC as a crisis, there was no need for him to specifically mobilize Verlaine and Rimbaud.

But Weilun was willing to take the initiative, and Kiyohara Jun didn't mind.

After all, an assassin king can defeat many ordinary mafia members and people with special abilities.

Seeing that Kiyohara Jun agreed to his request, Verlaine nodded with satisfaction, and then without saying anything more, he lowered his head and began to taste the black tea, and from time to time he said a few words about his appreciation of black tea to Nakahara Chuuya and Rimbaud.

Rimbaud smiled helplessly at Kiyohara Jun, and Kiyohara Jun just nodded slightly at Rimbaud.

They all knew what kind of person Verlaine was.

Here, a few members of the Port Mafia were drinking afternoon tea and chatting and laughing, but the atmosphere at the group and MIMIC was completely different.

"How did Chuuya Nakahara get on the white whale?" Francis frowned, and his men subconsciously fumbled for their black cards in their pockets, sliding them back and forth on it a few times.

"No, I should ask how the Port Mafia knew our plan." Louisa pursed her lips slightly. She held her plan book in her arms and could not imagine which part of the plan was leaked. "Even if the demon leaked our information to the Port Mafia, the Port Mafia should not know the existence of MIMIC."

"What if it's the Special Powers Department?" Edgar Allan Poe, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up. After Francis and Louisa both cast their blind eyes at him, Poe shuddered slightly.

Carl, the raccoon on Poe's shoulder, reached out and patted Poe's shoulder. It seemed that he gained courage from Carl's action. After nodding, Poe took a deep breath and began to explain his reasoning.

"The Special Forces have been suppressed by the Port Mafia, and the news that the Special Forces attacked the Port Mafia some time ago and captured many important members has also spread. It is not impossible that the Special Forces sold the news of MIMIC to the Port Mafia in order to get their own members back."

After Poe's reasoning came out, Francis and Louisa's expressions became serious.

It was indeed possible that the Special Forces had sold out their information. Francis did not trust the Special Forces, and even if he used his power and money to keep them quiet, it was possible that the Special Forces would go back on their word.

Thinking of their special abilities registered with the Special Ability Department, Francis and Luisa's expressions turned grim at the same time.

"If our abilities have been known to the port mafia," Louisa whispered, holding the plan book tightly in her arms, "then the plan needs to be customized again."

Louisa did not mention the success rate of the plan, but everyone knew that their chances of success were now slim.

However, Francis, who came for his wife and daughter, could not give up.