Chapter 110 Everything is settled...

When Dazai Osamu really wants to convince someone, no one can resist his persuasion. Naturally, the pianist who was approached by Dazai Osamu with a smile could not resist it.

Even in the eyes of the pianist and other members of the port mafia, Dazai Osamu is a definite Mori Osamu outcast, and he cannot escape this law.

Although it is very, special and extremely bizarre that such a thoroughly Mori Guwai faction suddenly announced on the eve of the action that he would join their plan to overthrow Mori Guwai, such an bizarre development has a strange sense of harmony for Dazai Osamu, who never plays by the rules.

After all, that was Dazai Osamu.

Listening to Dazai Osamu's speech, the pianist looked unmoved on the surface, but in fact he was already shaken in his heart. However, for safety reasons, he did not express his opinion immediately, but instead gave a calm wink to the public relations officer beside him.

Every profession has its own expertise. It is safer to leave the work of negotiation and distinguishing truth from falsehood to professionals.

Receiving the hint from the pianist, the public relations officer lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then nodded imperceptibly, indicating that Dazai Osamu's words could be believed for the time being.

Dazai watched the interaction between the pianist and the public relations officer. He did not have any emotional fluctuations in his heart, but his face showed a bit of displeasure. He deliberately shouted in a low voice with dissatisfaction: "Hey, is my reputation that bad? Do you need to be so wary of me?"

"I'm sorry." The pianist apologized solemnly. Seeing that Dazai was still unhappy, he quickly explained, "This is a serious matter. I was a little too careful to avoid mistakes."

"..." Dazai Osamu didn't say anything, but sat down on the empty chair next to him with a slightly relieved expression.

After what he said, the pianist, who had done everything according to plan, felt a little guilty. It was obvious that the correct behavior for people like them was to always remain vigilant, and testing before ensuring safety was necessary.

In order to dispel the awkward atmosphere, the pianist changed the subject very abruptly and threw a very important question to the famous think tank in the world of fame, asking dryly: "Dazai-kun, when do you think it would be appropriate for us to take action?"

"Well, let me see..." Dazai Osamu suppressed the curl of his lips and concealed it by looking down at his wrist. The pianist's reaction was all under his control. Perhaps he was born with a special talent in controlling people's hearts and always knew what to do to gain more concessions.

The public relations officer at the side was also good at this. He narrowed his eyes as if he sensed something, but did not say much. He just glared at his boss with a look of disappointment: He was so useless. With just a few words, Dazai Osamu, who was several years younger than them, snatched away the right to speak.

The pianist, who was generally militant, pretended not to feel the PR officer's contemptuous look. He was happy to see Dazai Osamu take over the command to overthrow Mori Ogai, and was even relieved that he no longer had to act as a military advisor to a group of lunatics.

The eye-to-eye dispute between the two ended the moment Dazai Osamu raised his head. In front of outsiders, the flag society still needed to maintain harmony and unity.

"We can start preparing now. The person I sent to the airport reported back that Chuuya has already boarded the plane." Dazai Osamu said these cruel words with a smile that did not match his expression. At the same time, he raised his fist and made a grabbing and clenching motion: "In case there are any more troubles, we will take action tonight and kill Mr. Mori..."

Dazai Osamu did not say the rest of the words, but the others had already understood what he meant. After looking at each other, they nodded in agreement.

In a hierarchical underground organization like the Port Mafia, many decisions do not require the approval of the majority, only the consent of a few people at the top is needed, and this time is no exception.

After the plan was finalized, the people belonging to the Douma camp took action. Under the command of Dazai Osamu, orders were passed down in an orderly manner until they reached the lowest level members.

Soon, the arrangement was over.

Nothing seemed to have changed, and everything was as peaceful as every day before.

But if someone could see the camps like in the game, they would find that in the port mafia, the minority who have not been assimilated into believers (crossed out) and followers have been surrounded by a lot of red names.

The only thing left is the last step, which is also the most crucial step: defeat Moriogai in person.

In the room where the air seemed to be scorching, only Dazai Osamu was playing games with his handheld game console without any nervousness. Several people from the Flag Society seemed to be doing their own things in a relaxed manner, but in fact, each of them was tense.

“Ding ding ding…”

Suddenly, a series of rapid cell phone ringtones rang in the room, sharply drowning out the cheerful game sound effects and shocking everyone present.

This also includes Dazai Osamu himself, who let go of everything and devoted himself to playing the game. In a flash, the "Game Over" prompt popped up in the center of the electronic screen.

"Ah..." Dazai Osamu wailed childishly, and then in the next second he put away the handheld game console without any reluctance, put it in his coat pocket, and jumped up from the chair. The rich expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and he announced in a cold and indifferent tone: "It's time to go."

Dazai Osamu's split personality-like words and deeds did not attract the attention of the people in the Flag Association. After several previous contacts, they had long been accustomed to Dazai Osamu's unpredictable emotional changes.

A group of people quietly filed out and headed towards the leader's office on the rooftop of the main building. The two people leading the way were Dazai Osamu and the pianist.

The simultaneous appearance of two cadres, followed by a group of people with special abilities, made the small group of people who were unaware of the situation a little confused, and at the same time, they felt a sense of uneasiness that they could not explain.

"What happened?"

"Nothing will happen, right?"

"Are we going to war with any organization?"

There were many speculations, but this small group of people had already been surrounded by Dazai Osamu's own people. Their doubts were quickly dismissed by most people's jokes, and the suspicions that had just arisen were easily dispelled without leaving any trace.

The five senses of people with special abilities are generally stronger than those of ordinary people. The pianist's ears were sensitive enough to detect the slight tendency of confusion that had just emerged behind him, but it was eliminated so easily at the beginning of its birth. He couldn't help but increase his fear of Dazai Osamu in his heart.

Sure enough, even though he is young, Dazai Osamu is an extremely scary person.

In other words, it is precisely because Dazai Osamu is still young that he seems more terrifying. The pianist simply cannot imagine how terrifying he will become if Dazai Osamu is given a few more years to grow.

As if he could hear someone's inner complaints, Dazai Osamu glanced at the serious pianist with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. He always felt that the pianist was thinking about something very rude, but unfortunately there was no evidence.

As a mature adult, the pianist's final stubbornness prevented him from looking away in fear when facing the minor Dazai Osamu.

It is impossible to show weakness. How can an adult's precious self-esteem be lost to a minor! (bushi)

Invisible sparks intertwined as the two people stared at each other. Dazai Osamu raised the corner of his mouth, looked away first, and shrugged indifferently.

He didn't have the so-called self-esteem that those bored adults had, so it didn't matter if he left the victory or defeat that had no bearing on the overall situation to the pianist.

Nakahara Chuuya: ...It's up to you whether I believe it or not.

The elevator to the top floor slowly went up, and the camera that was supposed to check the identity of everyone who attempted to go to the top floor was motionless, as if dead.

In the monitoring room hidden behind it, the only minister who was loyal to Mori Ou was knocked unconscious by the others, tied up like a dumpling and thrown into a dark corner.

The few people who were still awake turned a blind eye to the anomalies in the surveillance and casually cancelled the alarm that was about to be triggered. While laughing and joking, they secretly hoped that the day would come when Lord Douma would pay attention to humble little people like them.

In silence, the elevator reached the top floor with a ding.

Hearing the noise, the boss's direct guards on the top floor were all stunned for a moment, because they did not receive any notification that anyone went upstairs, this situation is not right!

The boss's personal guards finally noticed something unusual and immediately raised their guns, aiming at the group of people walking out of the elevator. After seeing their faces clearly, their hearts sank.

The captain, holding onto a glimmer of hope, asked in a deep voice, "Master Dazai, Master Pianist, do you two need to see the boss urgently?"

The captain did not mention a word about the fact that Dazai Osamu and the pianist did not inform them in advance, but such self-deception obviously could not save anything. Dazai Osamu and the pianist's silence had already made the captain understand what was happening at the moment, which was rebellion.

A rebellion started by two cadres.

The captain was so frightened by his guess that he broke into a cold sweat. His slightly trembling hands moved as covertly as possible, trying to sound the alarm of the defense system of China Unicom's five Hong Kong and black buildings, but this was obviously an extravagant hope.

Several members of the Flag Society had already moved. The captain's hand, which was trying to sound the alarm, was firmly held in Leng Xue's palm. The guns in the hands of other guards were also disarmed at the same time. All the bullets fired in panic were blocked by the pianist's strings one by one, and no one on their side was injured.

Seeing this, Dazai Osamu, who had been secretly expecting something, slowly straightened his lips. Although he had expected this development, he still felt disappointed when he found out that it was so simple to take action.

The last line of defense was easily solved. The pianist was a little bit unbelievable but also felt that it was okay. After all, nearly 90% of the people had submitted to Douma. If it was still not smooth, it would be strange. Thinking of this, he looked at Dazai Osamu, urging him to proceed to the next step.

Dazai Osamu, who had unknowingly become the leader, quickly calmed down and stood up again. He calmly walked to the door of the leader's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, then raised his head and smiled broadly at the monitor above his head: "Mr. Mori, open the door~"

Sen Ouwai inside the door had sensed something was wrong when the gunshot just now occurred.

He clenched his fists, his dark red eyes staring at the hateful smiling face on the surveillance screen. It was the first time he felt regretful. He really shouldn't have brought this disaster upon himself.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now.

Knowing this very well, Mori Ou closed his eyes. He was fully aware of his current situation. The only thing he didn't expect was that they would take action so quickly. He thought he could delay for a few more days until Mimic landed in Japan.

We should thank a certain unknown person named Kotobuki Saeji for this. If he hadn't stepped up and made the final decision, the rebel team led by the pianist and Masaki Yuto would have really waited a few more days before taking action as Mori Ougai had guessed.

Mori Ouwai's hand stopped in mid-air, wondering whether to give up resistance and accept the destined fate, or to make a final struggle?

Almost in the next second, Sen Ouwai smiled, and there was a lot of cruelty in that smile.

Giving up resistance was out of the question. Even at the last second, he would not give up his right to fight. At least he would cause some trouble for these annoying guys who pushed him down.

The finger in the white glove firmly pressed the red button, and the highest level of shrill alarm sounded in the five buildings at the same time. No one could stop the noisy sound without the leader's authority.

At the same time, the heavy and magnificent door was kicked open.

Dazai Osamu emerged from the broken doorway, looking at Mori Ogai, his teacher, who was still sitting at the head of the table, with a complicated expression, and said in confusion: "I guessed wrong. I thought you would take the initiative to open the door and save your dignity, or try to run away before we come in."ω

"So you are still young and have room to grow." Mori Ougai maintained his usual demeanor while answering students' questions. It was hard to tell that he was destined to become a prisoner at this moment.

"Well, maybe you're right." Dazai nodded without comment.

While the two were talking, the people from the Flag Society had already surrounded Sen Ou.

The strings in the pianist's hands flashed with a chilling light, and went towards Sen Ou Wai's neck at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The extremely cold-blooded close combat matched the pianist's rhythm, and he stepped forward to intercept any possible evasive action of Sen Ou Wai.

A gleam flashed in Mori Ogai's eyes, and he seized the only chance to activate his special ability. Alice appeared out of nowhere in a nurse suit and appeared behind the pianist, smashing the pianist's head with a huge syringe.

Seeing that the pianist was about to be killed, Dazai Osamu, who had predicted Mori Osamu's prediction, appeared behind Alice out of nowhere and grabbed Alice's arm with his hand that had untied the bandage at some point.

The blue light emitted by [Disqualified from the Human World] is extremely dazzling. When the blue light disappears, everything is already decided.

The scalpel used by Sen Ou Wai cut a long, deep bloody wound on the joint of Leng Xue's arm, almost removing Leng Xue's arm completely, if the pianist's strings had not been put on Sen Ou Wai's neck and gradually tightened.

The tightening force on his neck was a warning. Sen Ou Wai understood this and readily loosened his grip. The scalpel, shining with a cold light, fell to the ground with a clang. He raised his hands in a wolfish manner and said in a hoarse voice, "Ahem... Okay, I surrender."

Hearing this, the pianist stopped tightening the strings, but had no intention of letting go of Sen Ou. After all, this degree of strangulation would not kill anyone, it would just be a little uncomfortable.

The pianist was very wary of Mori Ogai's cunningness, so he was unwilling to give him any chance to take advantage of him.

The confrontation here did not affect Dazai Osamu who took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to inform Masaki Yuto that the mission was successfully completed and to come over to inspect the results.

In a building not far away, Tong Mo, who was used to reviewing documents at night, was tortured by the deafening alarm and felt a little uncomfortable. While his hearing was better than that of ordinary people, some negative effects were inevitable.

Scratching his itchy ears, Douma impatiently stood up from the chair and opened the cabinet behind him. There was a device inside that could cancel the alarm. He pressed it several times but did not get the expected effect.

Douma then realized that this alert was not an ordinary level, but the highest level of alert that only the leader could activate and cancel.

This discovery immediately made Douma excited: Great, Kuro Tokizai is the best, he can punch the Armed Detective Agency, kick the Special Powers Division, and unify all the dark forces in Yokohama, this is much more fashionable than Mori Ogai being the boss.

Douma was so excited that he couldn't help but imitate one of Muzan Muzan's famous sayings: "Yuto, what are you doing, Yuto, come with me to the main building to see the excitement."