Chapter 111 Douma: Aba Aba...

When the deafening alarm sounded, Masaki Yuto, who had also been working overtime until late at night, was pacing restlessly in the corridor outside the door. His hand was tightly clutching the mobile phone that had been silent in his trouser pocket, anxiously waiting for good news that he didn't know when it would come.

"Swoosh——" The text message alert tone of the mobile phone suddenly rang.

The sound was not loud, but it startled Masaki Yuto, who was concentrating on waiting. He quickly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, opened it, and found that it was not the message he was expecting, but annoying spam messages.

This little incident, which would normally be harmless, made the already anxious Masaki Yuto frown, and the sharp alarm that echoed throughout the entire building made the situation even worse.

Masaki Yuto couldn't control his extremely irritable heart and swore silently. He took a few deep breaths before calming himself down. He leaned his back against the cold wall and slid down. He squatted in the corner with his head down, staring at the darkening mobile phone screen without blinking.

"Yuto, what are you doing, Yuto? Come with me to the main building to see the excitement." Douma's voice was not noticeable amid the deafening alarm sound and could be easily ignored, but it was so distinct and special in the ears of the fanatical believer, Yuto Masaki.

After being summoned, Yuto Masaki tried to stand up reflexively with his legs. However, his leg muscles, which were stiff and numb from squatting for too long, obviously did not give him the chance. He stumbled and fell face down on the ground.

“Hiss…” Masaki Yuto used his palms to support himself and climbed up from the ground. He ignored the burning pain in his palms and appeared in front of Douma without any delay. He responded cheerfully, “Your subordinate is here, Master Douma.”

"Hmm?" Douma smelled a faint fragrance that seemed to be there and not there, as if it was an illusion. He sniffed hard, followed the smell and looked at his adjutant's hand. He asked with a little confusion: "When were you injured?"

Douma expressed that he was extremely confused even though he hadn't done that just now.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Masaki Yuto blushed and shook his head hurriedly. He put his open palm in front of Douma and explained hesitantly, “It was just an accident... It will be fine in a while... You don’t have to take it to heart.”

Douma lowered his eyes to take a look and found that it was indeed just a minor scratch, the kind that would heal the next day without applying medicine, so he didn't bother about it anymore.

The most urgent thing now is to go to the main building to see the excitement, and before everything is over, witness with your own eyes how Hei Shizai will show his power and kill Sen Xie and take the position himself, transforming into a cool leader. (bushi)

Douma said as he passed by Masaki Yuto, "Come with me to the main building to eat some melons... ahem, support."

"Yes." Masaki Yuto hurriedly followed. As a qualified adjutant, he obviously did not intend to ask why. He only vaguely guessed that maybe Lord Douma was a prophet and knew the result before he received any notification from there.

With an excited mood, Masaki Yuto trotted behind Douma. Looking at Douma's tall and stern back, he felt that he admired Douma more and more every moment.

Douma didn't know that his adjutant had fallen ill again. After taking the elevator to the busy lobby on the first floor, he realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Clearly, the highest level of alarm had been sounded in the Ganghei Building, but none of the men in black suits he saw looked nervous. Occasionally, he could even see a group of people subduing a person, and those who did the subduing actually looked at him with admiration and desire.

“???” Douma suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart, quickened his pace and rushed out of the building, trying to reach the main building, which was the center of the storm, as soon as possible to resolve the doubts in his heart.

"Swish——" the text message alert sound of the mobile phone rang again. Masaki Yuto, who had been waiting for news from the other side, quickly took out his mobile phone to check.

As a result, in just a short while, when Masaki Yuto finished reading the good news sent by Dazai Osamu and looked up to report the matter to Lord Douma, Douma's back was no longer visible.

"Lord Douma?" Masaki Yuto looked around in confusion, and after a moment of hesitation, he raised his phone to chase after him. However, with his speed as a pure clerical worker, it was obviously unrealistic to catch up with Douma.

When Masaki Yuto ran into the lobby on the first floor of the main building, panting, he could only sigh at the closed door of the elevator leading to the top floor: Alas, he was too slow and could not even keep up with Douma-sama's footsteps.

At this moment, Douma had already forgotten the pendant he had dropped. He stood in the ascending elevator with his lips pursed and his hands clasped around his chest. Amid the regular alarm sounds, he tapped his left arm with his right fingers, looking a little anxious.

"Ding." The elevator door opened automatically, revealing members of the leader's exclusive guard team lying on the floor in the corridor.

"..." Douma stepped out of the elevator without saying a word, tiptoed, and lightly jumped over the "debris" on the ground.

The cannibal's perception allows Douma to clearly judge that these people are just in a coma and are not dead yet.

At the same time, Dazai Osamu was fiddling with his phone boredly, not even looking at Mori Ogai who was in a mess.

According to his previous observations, Mr. Mori's special ability has a cooling-down period. Alice was eliminated by his [Disqualification from the Human World] and could not do anything for a short period of time.

After saying "I'll go pick someone up," Dazai Osamu leisurely left the messy office. Not long after he walked, he saw Douma appear from the corner. "Huh?"

The time doesn't match. According to the time he sent the text message to Masaki Yuto, in such a short time, Douma should not have had time to come out of the office and take the elevator to the top floor.

Dazai Osamu stared at Douma who was approaching from afar thoughtfully, and waved his paw at him without showing any expression: "Hey, here you come."

"Yeah." Douma nodded, then glanced past Dazai Osamu and looked behind him, with a last ray of hope in his eyes, but I hope it's not what he thinks.

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When Dazai Osamu saw Douma stop, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

When Douma raised his feet and continued to walk forward, Dazai Osamu walked beside Douma at the right place. It was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he and Douma were just half a body length apart, and were following him in a subtle manner.

When Tongma saw it out of the corner of his eye, his heart immediately skipped a beat. The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and the villain in his heart knelt on the ground, speechless and choking.

Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, Douma did not ask any sensitive questions, but instead asked a question that was irrelevant to the overall situation but troubled him: "Why didn't you cancel the alarm?"

Hearing Douma's cold voice, Dazai paused slightly, then tilted his head slightly without stopping, and quietly observed the person beside him with his left eye that was not bandaged. When his eyes met Douma's expressionless face, the hands hanging by his sides twitched uncontrollably.

It was scary, very scary, Dazai Osamu's instinct told him, and his pupils dilated uncontrollably due to physiological fear.

This is the first time that Dazai Osamu faces Douma with his full charisma. He looks completely different from the one in his usual disguise.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up in a stiff arc.

Different from the fear felt by his body, Dazai Osamu was extremely excited at this moment. A light red appeared on his pale face, which made his condition look even more abnormal. Combined with the white bandages wrapped around various parts of his body, the morbid buff was directly stacked.

The temperature in the dim corridor where only two people were awake suddenly dropped, and the relaxed illusion that Dazai Osamu had deliberately created was instantly shattered, revealing the tense and gloomy real atmosphere.

Douma, who was completely clueless about this, waited a long time for Dazai Osamu's answer, and couldn't help but utter a puzzled sound: "Hmm?"

Douma's elongated 'hmm' sounded full of danger to Dazai Osamu who was wearing a horror filter. The thrill of dancing on the tip of the knife made Dazai Osamu's scalp tingle, and he even felt an electric shock on his skin.

If it were someone else, he would probably be speechless by now, but Dazai Osamu was obviously not that person. He clenched his fists tightly. Because he had just used [Disqualification from the Human World] against Mr. Mori, the bandages on his hands had not been re-tied yet, which made it convenient for him to use the pain to regain his sanity.

The well-trimmed, rounded nails would not have hurt himself, but Dazai Osamu intentionally dug them deep into his palms, leaving rows of crescent marks that slowly oozed bright red liquid.

Dazai Osamu, who was ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself, used the pain to successfully regain control of his body, then chuckled happily and replied meaningfully: "Of course it's because... we have to wait for the new boss to come and turn off the alarm in person."

"..." Douma: Grass. (A kind of plant)

What he feared most was the sudden silence of the air. Dazai Osamu only felt that Douma's aura was becoming more and more terrifying, and it was so oppressive that he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

In contrast, Dazai Osamu's eyes became brighter and brighter. It was impossible for him to be afraid. A person like Dazai Osamu who was not afraid of death at all and only wanted to find excitement would only find it interesting to see Douma reveal his "true face".

Douma, who appears extremely scary to outsiders, is now complaining madly in his heart: SOS, where is the leader? How can he suddenly change his mind!

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Perhaps because Dazai Osamu had been out for too long, the more meticulous public relations officer became a little worried and followed him out to check on the situation.

Although the probability of an accident is negligible, it is better to be cautious just in case. Then the public relations officer saw two people confronting each other in the corridor.

The public relations officer took a deep breath. Out of a little friendship in his heart, he bravely used his expertise to smooth things over. He said in surprise, "Boss, you are finally here! Your subordinates have been waiting for you for a long time."

The public relations officer knelt on one knee without hesitation, staring at his feet, and said in a serious tone: "Your subordinates have already followed your instructions.

The PR officer's words dealt Douma a heavy final blow, and his health bar was reduced to zero.

Douma: Aba Aba...