Chapter 10

The lonely old chief was sitting alone at the table eating his meal when he suddenly received a report from his attendant that the doctor who had just left had suddenly returned.

He put down his knife and fork and snorted disdainfully: "Oh, the doctor brought that guy who used ice to see me, right?"

In the eyes of the conceited old leader, Douma, a young man who had just started out, was very ungrateful for not accepting the olive branch he offered him the first time. If it weren't for Dr. Mori's persuasion, he would have sent someone to kill him. After all, those who can't be obtained can only be destroyed.

"Let them in." The old chief ordered his men to let the people in while casually picking up the napkin at hand to wipe his mouth, without noticing the hesitant look on the face of the people around him.

Not getting an immediate response from his subordinates, the old leader looked sideways impatiently, his wrinkled face looking old and scary: "Hmm?"

Knowing how terrible and cruel the old leader was, and how many of his predecessors had died in this position, the subordinates who thought that the old leader was dissatisfied shuddered, swallowed the words on the tip of their tongues, and did not dare to say the fact that there was only one person. They lowered their heads and replied obediently: "Yes, boss."

The frightened subordinates hurriedly welcomed Mori Owl into the restaurant. After bringing him to the old leader, they immediately took a step back to reduce their presence, trying to pretend that they were a lifeless wallflower.

He was very successful because neither the old leader nor Sen Ouwai would take a humble tool seriously.

The old leader raised his eyelids slightly, but didn't see the person who should be here. His voice became a little heavy: "Why are you the only one who came to see me? Where is the guy who used ice?"

Faced with the old leader's hostile questioning, Sen Ou Wai did not panic.

He just knelt on one knee as usual to show his submission, to ease the mood of the old man who had been moody in recent years, and explained in a bitter tone: "I'm sorry, leader, although Douma-kun agreed to join the port mafia, he is obviously not obedient enough."

Hearing this, the old leader's expression darkened, his eyes were filled with a frightening, sinister and fierce look, and he crumpled up the napkin in his hand and threw it on the table: "Disobedient subordinates have no need to exist."

Sen Ouwai, who remained kneeling and looked straight ahead, only observed the old leader with the corner of his eye, sneered in his heart. He was indeed old. Facing a new member who was powerful but unruly with special abilities, his first choice was to get rid of him directly instead of subduing him for his own use.

Mori Ogai did not speak immediately, but waited until the old leader had vented his anger and stopped cursing before he slowly suggested, "Douma-kun is a bit young and hot-tempered, but it would be a pity to kill him directly. It would be better to put him in a department that can hone his skills and smooth out his edges."

"A department that is good at training people..." The old leader muttered thoughtfully, his originally furious expression gradually becoming weird: "Torture Department?"

The ears of the forest gull moved slightly, catching the old leader's whisper, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised up an imperceptible arc.

The old leader, who had not noticed Moriogai's intentional guidance, thought of Douma's reaction after learning about this, and couldn't help but slam the table excitedly, praising him with a malicious tone: "Doctor, your idea is really good. Let's hand that kid over to Hongye for training. I hope he likes this arrangement."

Even in a violent organization like the Port Mafia, the Torture Department is a place that people avoid as much as possible. If there is a choice, no one wants to go to this department.

It was only natural for the old leader to put Douma in the torture department as a punishment.

"It is the chief who is wise." Sen Ouwai shook his head humbly. Although these were flattering words, they did not sound greasy at all when he said them, but were full of sincerity.

And this is exactly what the old chief likes most about Morigu.

Under Mori Ogai's deliberate guidance, Douma, who had settled down, naturally received a notice that he was assigned to the interrogation department headed by Ozaki Koyo.

The man in a black suit, who was specially used for delivering messages, read out the old leader's order and handed the parchment with the leader's seal to Douma.

Since he was specifically instructed to do so, the man in the black suit observed Douma's reaction very carefully after hearing the order, so that he could recount it vividly when he returned to report.

However, what made the man in the black suit anxious was that Douma's reaction was no reaction. Not only did his facial expression change drastically, even the curve of his mouth did not change at all. How could he report to the old leader?

However, in reality, Douma was just pretending to be calm in front of outsiders.

The torture department, just hearing it sounds like hell on earth...

Douma lowered his head in disbelief as he studied the transfer order in his hand, speaking twice as fast as usual: "Where is the interrogation department? Should I report there now?"

To the man in black suit, this sounded like obvious impatience.

The man in the black suit was worried because Douma's reaction did not meet the old leader's expectations, which also meant that he might be punished for it.

Of course, it is impossible for him to just let go of his anger. A powerful person with special abilities is not someone that an ordinary person like him can afford to provoke.

The man in the black suit didn't even dare to feel resentful, and answered Douma's question honestly: "The interrogation department is on the underground floor. Douma-san can go there anytime if he wants to. If anyone tries to stop you, just show us your transfer order."

Compared with other departments, the treatment in the Torture Department was extremely poor. No matter how luxuriously decorated it was, the environment in the basement that never saw the light of day was not much better.

Hearing this, Douma's mask of pain cracked, his eyes lit up and he grasped the key point: "Underground!"

This suits him perfectly.

Mistaking Douma for being dissatisfied with his future workplace, the man in the black suit added hastily, "People with special abilities like you will soon be promoted and have their own office. For example, Lord Ozaki, as an executive, even has his own building to stay in."

"Yeah, I see." Douma replied perfunctorily. He was not very interested in the so-called independent office. Instead, he was more attracted to the interrogation department on the underground floor. He was busy sending the man away and casually said, "Your explanation is very clear. Go back and report. It's getting late."

It was already late, and he had to go to the torture department to survive.

Without reading the hidden meaning, the man in the black suit mistakenly thought that this was a sign of concern for him. Even though he might be punished because of Douma, he was still moved and the deep resentment hidden in his heart completely disappeared.

Outsiders may think it's a bit despicable, but the Japanese have a serious admiration for the strong, and members of violent organizations like the Port Mafia are even more aggressive.

The man in the black suit was the one who served the old leader. He just flashed a look in his eyes, and his expression was so well managed that no one could find any fault with it. He bowed and said, "Then Mr. Douma, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Douma waved to the person in a depressed mood, then walked around the other side and headed towards the elevator in a decisive manner.

Black Suit: Douma-sama not only said goodbye to me, he also waved to me!

Self-taught bottom-level personnel 1

Knowing nothing about the world of his fanboy, Douma walks away unnoticed, his mind focused only on fantasies of the suffering he might suffer in the future.

With a ding-dong sound, the elevator to the underground floor rang.

As the torture department that is often targeted by outsiders for kidnapping, the defense force is the strongest in the entire building except for the leader's office on the top floor.

The guards in charge of guarding the door had submachine guns hanging on their bodies. When they heard the sound, they looked vigilantly at the slowly opening elevator door.

When they found a stranger standing in the elevator, they raised their guns slightly, ready to pull the trigger at any time, and reminded in a deep voice: "Sorry, we have never seen you in the headquarters. Please show us your ID."

"I'm new here." Douma was startled by the black muzzle of the gun. He forced himself to ignore the guns in the hands of those people, raised the parchment and showed it to them while squeezing out a harmless smile: "This is a transfer order."

A smile can always bring people closer together, especially since Douma is very good-looking, so his smile doubles his power.

After checking Douma's transfer order and confirming its authenticity, the guard let down his guard and smiled: "Welcome to the Interrogation Department, newcomer. I'll take you to see Master Ozaki, who is here right now."

"Okay, thank you." Douma suppressed his nervousness and quickly followed the guard inside.

The guard leading the way felt more fond of the newcomer as he spoke in a gentle tone that matched his appearance. Who wouldn't like a gentle person? No one.

Noticing Douma curiously looking at the rows of rooms on both sides of the corridor, the guard without stopping introduced enthusiastically: "The area near the elevator is the defense area, this is the office area, and further inside is the cell, and Lord Ozaki is inside."

The prison area is easy to recognize because the decoration style changes suddenly from a luxurious hotel style to a rough-hewn room like a snow cave.

The sound of footsteps on the ground also changed, from crisp to dull, and faint screams could be heard.

After walking a little further, the screams became louder and louder.

This depressing and terrifying environment caused Douma's fear and tension, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, to return.

The guards didn't stop until they reached the end of the road.

Afraid that the people inside couldn't hear him, he raised his hand and knocked heavily on the iron door in front of him three times, then shouted, "Lord Ozaki, I am here to bring in a newcomer."

Perhaps fearing that the bloody scene inside would scare the weak newcomer, the guard looked at the newcomer beside him who was hanging his head in fear and said dryly, "Don't be afraid, you will get used to it in the future."

"I'm not scared." Douma raised his lips stiffly, looked up at the guard and said stubbornly, "I'm just a little hungry."

The gentle smile on the newcomer's face turned weird, and two pointed little canine teeth appeared from his lips. He looked super cute, but for some reason, the guard just felt creepy.

He couldn't help but retreat, took a step back, and instinctively distanced himself from the newcomer.

"Please stop scaring my lovely subordinates." The iron gate opened at some point, and a beautiful lady in a red and white maple leaf kimono said with a smile, "They are not afraid of being scared, Douma-kun."