Chapter 107: This “again” is very soulful…

The joy of catching Chuuya's handle did not last long. The misunderstanding was resolved in a roar of anger. Dazai Osamu felt very disappointed. He sighed and said, "Oh - so boring, Chuuya actually has such a serious reason to leave work early."

"I'm not like a lazy guy like you." Nakahara Nakaya snorted disdainfully and effortlessly used his 1.6-meter-tall small body to push away Dazai Osamu, who was already 1.8 meters tall.

Dazai stumbled and fell to the side, but luckily he managed to steady himself with his outstanding balance before he fell. After he stood up again, he patted his chest in fear and said in a deliberately elongated tone: "Oh, I was almost knocked down by Chuuya, it was really scary!"

Listening to Dazai Osamu's weird words, Nakahara Chuuya rolled his eyes in annoyance, crossed his arms over his chest, and narrowed his cobalt blue eyes dangerously, telling everyone with his actions that although he is only 1.6 meters tall, his 2.8 meters aura is enough for him to look down on Dazai Osamu.

He had a hunch that this bluefin tuna's mouth would never be able to spit out ivory. As a partner of the enemy, Nakahara Chuuya obviously knew Dazai Osamu very well.

Dazai Osamu did not disappoint Nakahara Chuuya's "expectations" at all. Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya did not respond, he continued to act on his own, pretending to be disappointed and distressed: "Chuuya went on a business trip to Europe, leaving me alone. What should I do? I can't live without you!"

"?!" The tragic drama that Dazai Osamu suddenly staged made Nakahara Chuuya's beautiful cobalt blue eyes widen in disbelief. The tough manly spirit that could not shed tears but bleed in his bones couldn't help but wither. The hairs on his body stood on end, and a strong discomfort filled his stomach. In short, he was almost swallowed by the disgusting desire.

Dazai Osamu, who had successfully disgusted Chuuya Nakahara, smiled happily like a devil who had succeeded in his prank, and added without any sense of incongruity: "After all, when Chuuya leaves the organization headquarters, who will help review the documents I am responsible for? Oh, I feel uncomfortable when I think about having to read the documents myself."

A strange sound of "Crackling" came from his side. Without even looking at it, Dazai Osamu took a step forward without warning and accurately avoided the righteous iron fist of Nakahara Chuuya. Then came the familiar angry tenor: "Go to hell, Dazai Osamu!"

A well-known gravityless envoy who always works overtime until late at night because there are too many documents to process said: Today, Dazai Osamu, who is always slacking off and secretly stuffing documents into his pile of documents (important point!), must be killed on the spot, otherwise it will not be enough to quell his anger for working overtime until late at night.

The familiar battle between the two blacks broke out in the spacious lobby on the first floor. The men in black suits coming and going were very tactful to make room for them, and each of them hid in a corner where they would not be affected, happily enjoying the show.

Ah, today is also a day of harmony and friendship among the port mafia. (bushi)

Dazai Osamu was lying on the ground exhausted after being scolded in a harmonious and loving manner. In terms of physical skills, the gap between him and Nakahara Chuuya was only a little bit big. After all, Nakahara Chuuya's title of physical skills master was not exaggerated.

However, Dazai Osamu's strength was not in physical skills. Although he always claimed that his physical skills were at the bottom level of the port mafia, in fact, he had no problem fighting seven or eight well-trained strong men alone.

Dazai Osamu, whose skill points were almost all on his head, deliberately looked up and down with a suspicious look at Nakahara Chuuya, who was still not blushing or out of breath after a fight, and said with a sigh of relief: "But... when single-cell biology talks about business, will they really not bankrupt the port mafia that Mr. Mori has been struggling to support?"

After being successfully hit in the soft spot by Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya no longer had the mighty and domineering attitude he had just had, and his arrogance, which had been high due to his initial victory in the battle, began to wane.

But as soon as Nakahara Chuuya thought that whether it was the PR officer of his friend, or the elder sister Hongye, or his extremely respected boss, they all recognized his abilities and did not think that his trip to Europe to negotiate business for the organization was nonsense, Nakahara Chuuya, who felt a little guilty, stood up again.

Nakahara Chuuya's reaction was beyond his expectation, which made Dazai Osamu's eyes flash with contemplation: I always feel that something very interesting has happened in a corner that he doesn't know about~

Let him think about it, who could make Chuuya, who had never been involved in such a mission, look so confident? Was it Sister Momiji? Or Mr. Mori? Anyway, it was these two people.

In complete contrast to his rapidly busy inner world, in reality, Dazai Osamu closed his eyes in a very uncool manner. He was lazy and unwilling to get up from the ground. Instead, he ignored everyone's gazes and stretched his limbs comfortably.

When facing his nemesis partner, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya is always easily irritated by the other party's words, but he will quickly calm down, and this time is no exception.

"Hey...get up." Nakahara Chuuya's eyelids jumped when he saw Dazai Osamu lying on the ground. He bent down and pulled him up from the ground, saying stubbornly: "Dazai's cadre is lying on the ground in front of so many people and can't get up. If this gets out..."

Dazai Osamu stood up with the force of his hand, and after jumping up, he patted the dust off his body. After hearing the warning from Nakahara Chuuya, he waved his hand nonchalantly, and his iris-colored eyes scanned everyone present. He only said a few words lightly, which made everyone feel terrified: "If they dare."

There is an unspoken consensus within the Port Mafia that a smiling Dazai officer is far more dangerous than an expressionless Dazai officer.

So, if you ever see a Dazai official showing you a kind smile? Haha, then you're on your own. Candle Candle Candle.jpg

At this moment, everyone in the lobby on the first floor was facing the legendary death smile of Dazai's cadres, especially the fact that Dazai's cadres were still staring at them with his deep eyes that seemed like the return of the abyss... They were so scared that their legs almost went weak, okay?

The men in black suits were frightened like quails, trying hard to pretend to be ostriches, with their heads parallel to the ground.

At this moment, no one can let them raise their heads and look directly into the deadly gaze of Dazai's officers!

Although Nakahara Chuuya was a little nervous around people he trusted, he was able to notice that the hall was unusually quiet. He followed Dazai Osamu's line of sight and found his subordinates trembling with fear.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was very friendly and had gotten along well with almost everyone in the port mafia, naturally could not sit idly by and watch Dazai Osamu bully these lower-level members. He tugged at Dazai Osamu's sleeve and said in a deep voice, "That's enough. Stop scaring them."

Dazai Osamu looked away with satisfaction, shrugged innocently, and complained: "I didn't, Chuuya always likes to wrongly accuse people."

Facing Dazai Osamu's groundless accusations, Nakahara Chuuya ignored them with a skilled and heartbreaking iron heart. He looked down at the time on his wrist and frowned slightly: "I have to go. I'm running out of time for tonight's flight."

He still needed to go home and pack his luggage. Feeling that time was running out, Nakahara Chuuya did not linger any longer, waved to Dazai Osamu, and then rode his black motorcycle in a dashing manner, gradually turning into a small black dot amid the roar of the machine like a beast's roar.

Dazai Osamu did not leave. He quietly stared at the receding back of Nakahara Chuuya with an unfathomable look on his face. The men in black suits who came and went watched this scene without daring to make a sound. They almost walked close to the wall for fear of attracting the attention of Dazai's men.

Not until the last black dot disappeared did Dazai Osamu stretch lazily, turn around, and glance around casually, catching a fleeting flash of milky gold with his sharp eyes.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth slowly curled up. Although he was smiling, he looked even more frightening. Perhaps it was because his eyes were too dim. There was not even a hint of the brilliance that should be in a living person's eyes.

The chilling atmosphere only lasted for a few minutes. Dazai Osamu quickly put away his conspicuous coldness, hummed a song, left the main building, and walked into the building that belonged to him.

After returning to the empty office, Dazai Osamu took the trouble to check once again whether there were any monitoring devices in the room that should not be there. Perhaps it was because he particularly liked to give people some "interesting little gifts", so he was very careful about this point.

After confirming that the office was indeed safe, Dazai Osamu lay down on the overturned boss chair like a boneless mollusk, staring at the incandescent light above his head as if to find fault, while thinking carefully in his mind why he suddenly went to Europe.

coincide?

Haha... Dazai Osamu laughed silently. Only a brainless guy would believe that this was a coincidence and he just happened to have a brain.

Dazai Osamu closed his eyes that were about to shed tears due to the dazzle of the lights, folded his hands on his abdomen, and made a posture of peaceful death. He activated an unknown brain storm, and all the information he usually collected seemed to be stuck by a thin spider thread, effectively linking everything.

After a long time, in the eerily quiet office, Dazai Osamu's joyful laughter suddenly rang out: "I guessed the answer, Mr. Mori. I just don't know if you guessed it..."

Dazai Osamu jumped up from the recliner with sparkling eyes, completely different from the lifeless man he was in the lobby just now, like an exquisite doll that had been injected with a soul.

"Who should I look for?" Dazai Osamu excitedly pointed his index finger at his lips, muttering to himself as if he was selecting a desired item: "PR officer? No, no, no, the PR officer is just an insignificant pawn. If you want to join an interesting game, you naturally have to choose the strongest boss."

The deep master-disciple relationship (? ) between him and Mori Ogai made Dazai Osamu, who saw through the truth, extremely happy, and he almost laughed out loud out of glee (crossed out).

Wait, he seems to be smiling already? Oh, that's fine.

So, Douma, who was happily slacking off during the day, was greeted by Dazai Osamu, who was smiling very happily.

Such an obvious abnormality made Douma's scalp tingle, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He asked with full vigilance: "Why are you here again?"

This “又” is very soulful.