Chapter 112 Douma: Meow meow meow? ? ? …

Douma, whose health bar was reduced to zero after being hit hard, fell into a dazed state and could only say "Aba Aba". It was obvious that he was unable to give the PR officer the response he wanted.

For a moment, the dim corridor was silent. The sharp alarm sounded like it came from another world, and it seemed out of place here.

Perhaps because the atmosphere around him was too tense, the PR officer couldn't help but feel that his breathing was too noisy and subconsciously held his breath.

The PR officer, who was like an intruder, was at the confrontation between Douma and Dazai Osamu. Although he did not look up at Douma, he could still feel the suffocating and terrifying aura in the air, and he felt palpitations and a little scared.

However, it was too late to regret his sudden impulse to help Dazai Osamu out. The PR officer, who was kneeling on one knee, did not dare to stand up without Douma's permission. He could only continue to maintain this posture of submission and smiled bitterly in his heart: he was definitely the most loyal person in the port mafia, no doubt about it. Dazai had better remember this favor, otherwise he would suffer a great loss.

As if he had heard the PR officer's thoughts, Dazai Osamu glanced at the PR officer, whose head was drooping with only the top of his head exposed. Then he withdrew his gaze with little interest and focused all his attention on Douma again.

As a smart man who always thinks a lot, Dazai Osamu is no exception this time. Because of Douma's abnormal behavior at this moment, he started a series of brain storms.

Why doesn't Douma go in?

Why did he ignore the PR officer?

What is he waiting for?

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A series of questions popped up one after another from Dazai Osamu's extremely intelligent brain, and were perfectly answered by Dazai Osamu's thinking which was much faster and sharper than that of ordinary people: Douma is waiting for me, waiting for me to clearly express my submission to him.

After coming to this conclusion, Dazai Osamu almost laughed out loud, because he had never had the concept of loyalty. Whether it was to Mr. Mori or Douma, it was obviously impossible to show something that did not exist at all.

But... since Douma, the new boss, wants 'loyalty', then why not give him 'loyalty'? He is serious about acting. Smile.jpg

Dazai lowered his eyes, and in the suffocating silence, he slowly walked to the PR officer who was still kneeling on the ground, knelt on one knee very naturally, placed his right hand on his left chest, and performed a very standard knight's kneeling salute: "Boss, please give us orders."

"?! Get up quickly!" Dazai Osamu's kneeling scared Douma's soul so much that it flew away to the sky and returned to his body. He no longer cared about the fact that he had taken the position instead of the leader that he was shocked and welcomed. He just felt that after Dazai Osamu's kneeling, he might not survive for a few episodes.

After all, Dazai Osamu's last loyal object, Mori Ogai, was just overthrown by him. This development is too scary, okay? As for whether Dazai Osamu is truly loyal? Haha, if he had a peanut, he wouldn't be so drunk.

Although he was the one being loyal to, Douma looked at Dazai Osamu as if he was looking at some terrible monster. He was standing there motionless just now, but now he kept walking inside as if his feet were burned on the floor.

Douma: Even though there is no evidence, Dazai Osamu really wants to mess with me, right? Weak, pitiful and helpless.jpg

Dazai Osamu, who quickly stood up and followed suit, didn't know that he actually scared Douma. Instead, because Douma returned to normal behavior after he offered his "loyalty", he became more certain of what he was thinking.

The public relations officer who stood up slowly at the side looked at Dazai Osamu's decisive action and couldn't help but twitching his lips ungracefully. He quickly stretched out his right hand and gently touched Dazai Osamu's arm, signaling him not to be so impatient and to give the boss more face.

Receiving the look from the PR officer, Dazai Osamu smiled noncommittally, bent down to brush off the dust on his trouser legs, and then started to catch up with Douma in front of him.

Hearing the familiar footsteps coming from behind, Douma walked faster as if he was being chased by a ghost.

The area of ​​the first floor is only this big. After speeding up, Douma took three or two steps and entered the open door of the leader's office. The first thing he saw was Mori Ougai, who looked a bit miserable, and Leng Xue, who was seriously injured.

It’s not that Douma doesn’t care about other people, it’s just that fresh human blood always attracts the cannibal’s attention first. This is an unbeatable physiological instinct.

The surgeon in a white coat was using a bandage he had taken out from somewhere to tightly bind Leng Xue's arm to prevent him from dying of excessive blood loss. Mori Ouwai's attack was quite ruthless. If there hadn't been a professional doctor by his side, Leng Xue would have been half dead this time.

The shocking amount of blood loss made Douma swallow his saliva silently. He controlled his inappropriate appetite, tilted his head slightly and said to the surgeon: "Take Lengxue back for treatment first, he is seriously injured."

"I'm fine." He refused coldly and concisely, just like every tough guy who didn't want to go to the hospital. There was no difference.

"Yes, boss." The seemingly taciturn surgeon nodded at Douma, as if he had not heard Leng Xue's words at all. He completely ignored the patient's protest and refusal, and carried Leng Xue away with a tough attitude that was completely inconsistent with his stature.

Having lost a large amount of blood, Leng Xue was obviously in a state of physical decline. He could not resist the surgeon's strength at all. In the end, he was taken to the medical department by the surgeon unwillingly. The idle and flustered Ah Dai Niao was happy to add insult to injury and was very willing to "help".

The pianist was so embarrassed by the farce caused by his friends from the flag club that he dug his toes into the ground. He now urgently needs a public relations officer who is a social terrorist to save the situation.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mori Ogai, who had remained silent all the time, could no longer sit still and coughed a few times to attract the attention of the pianist and Douma.

Originally, the pianist's embarrassment was his own business, but the problem arose. The pianist accidentally tightened the strings in his hands due to embarrassment, and Mori Ougai, whose neck was strangled, was almost taken away by a wave.

The pianist's usual weapon is a specially made string, which is much sharper and tougher than normal. When tightened, it can easily take a person's head off.

At this moment, the sharp silver strings were dyed a beautiful red. Countless blood beads seeped out from the wounds on the skin of the gull, staining the white shirt with red plum spots.

Following the sound, the pianist glanced coldly at the wound on Mori Ogai's neck, but his hands did not move at all. Instead, he looked at Douma and asked in a questioning tone, "Boss?"

"..." Being called boss again, Tong Mo's head hurt a little. He waved his hand helplessly: "Let him go."

“Yes.” The pianist nodded obediently. After hearing Douma’s order, he retracted the strings without any hesitation and took a step back, leaving Douma enough space to talk to Mori Ogai.

Douma felt a little uneasy at the pianist's attitude. He had been hit hard one after another since the beginning, and he had become accustomed to being called boss.

After all, it would be strange if too many lice didn't itch or too many debts didn't worry.

It is impossible to get used to a habit, and he refuses to get used to it.

The Port Mafia is completely different from the Black Organization he secretly took over. The management model of the Port Mafia means that if he becomes the boss, he will not be able to be a hands-off manager.

Think about the gradually receding hairline of Ougai Mori in the original work. What kind of hell is this? Even if the cannibal doesn’t have the trouble of hair loss, it won’t work!

Douma: This is not okay, this is not okay! Dumbledore shakes his head.jpg

Just at this moment, Dazai Osamu emerged from the door with light steps, which made Douma's eyes light up. This person was not a ready-made target for blame (elimination) and the candidate for leader.

The leader of the if line is Zai, a powerful boss who brings the Port Mafia to the peak of his life. If he didn't want to live anymore, the unification of the entire Japanese underworld would be just around the corner. Isn't this perfect candidate better than him?

Being stared at by Douma, Dazai Osamu slowly typed a question mark: "?"

Unfortunately, before Douma could throw the pot over, Mori Ogai's hoarse words sent him to hell.

"You are very good at this, Douma-kun. Nearly 90% of the people in the organization are yours. I accept my defeat with all my heart."

Douma: Meow meow meow???