Chapter 118: Tsk, you are not obedient, Mr. Sen...

Human beings do not share the same joys and sorrows, and the same is true for cannibals.

The surprise that Mori Ogai secretly prepared for the new boss was only a surprise to Douma, the person involved. He was even so embarrassed that he almost dug his way out of the sixth building of Hong Kong Black Building with his toes.

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Being forced to die in society made Douma feel so ashamed that his soul left his body. His face was wooden and the corners of his mouth seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Even though he knew that all the customers were secretly observing his reaction, Douma could not muster the energy to give them a business smile.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. On this happy day, I might as well take a sunbath to relieve the worries of the cannibal ghost. (bushi)

Douma stood on the stage and was thinking seriously about whether to go for a sunbath, while the invited guests below the stage were silent as a cicada, feeling suffocated by the solemn atmosphere around them. At the same time, their opinion of Douma, the new boss of the Port Mafia, was raised again.

Unlike the martial arts faction who thinks everything will be fine as long as they are strong enough in fighting, the boss shoulders the important responsibility of leading an organization. It will not work to suppress subordinates by force and violence alone, and the organization will sooner or later fall apart.

Originally, the guests who were invited to attend Douma's succession ceremony thought that Douma, the new boss of the Port Mafia, had relied on his transcendental-level strength to suppress all resistance and come to power.

However, from what they had just seen and heard, these people knew that their guess was wrong. Not to mention what Mori Ougi, the previous leader who voluntarily abdicated, was thinking, the attitudes of the other members of the Port Mafia were already very clear. They were very happy to show their loyalty to Douma, the new boss.

Tsk, this is going to be tricky, the original plan of the organization is not going to work at all. The blond man in the crowd bit his tongue in hatred, and the severe pain made his brain clear: Damn it, is it that he can only activate the extremely risky plan B?

After thinking it over again and again, the skinny blond man suppressed the fear caused by the uncertain consequences in his heart, and then calmly swallowed the saliva mixed with blood in his mouth. His slanted eyes, which were filled with ambition and desire, winked at an inconspicuous corner.

In an inconspicuous corner, an equally inconspicuous black-haired man was nervously waiting for orders. After successfully receiving the signal from the man online, he nodded imperceptibly, and then, trying not to attract other people's attention as much as possible, he slowly moved in from the outside of the crowd.

His target is self-evident, it is Douma who is in the spotlight of everyone on the stage.

The guests were so absorbed in the grand allegiance ceremony that they did not notice the figure that flashed past them. After all, that person was too inconspicuous. His timid and shrunken figure and his nervously pursed, cracked lips all showed that he was a nobody.

He is worthless and does not need any attention. He must be a newcomer who followed a leader to see the world. The guests who ignored the black-haired man passing by all thought so.

As for the option that this timid black-haired man wanted to cause trouble or even assassinate Douma, it was completely out of their consideration.

Because in the eyes of guests from major organizations, no organization would be stupid enough to cause trouble at this time.

After all, there are quite a few people with special abilities in this hall, and each of them is extremely powerful. Not to mention that the protagonist this time is said to be a legendary transcendent who can take on an army. Who would be so stupid as to cause trouble under Douma's nose? Absolutely impossible!

Thanks to the blind spots of the public's thinking, the timid black-haired man successfully came to the stage. At this moment, he was only one step away from Douma.

The men in black suits who were in charge of security work outside were kneeling on one knee at this moment, with their heads bowed devoutly in a gesture of submission, their eyes fixed on their toes, and they only raised their ears to take necessary precautions.

Before Douma ordered them to get up, none of these people dared to raise their heads, so naturally they did not notice the black-haired man's silent little movements.

Under the stage, the people kneeling in the first row, closest to Douma, are, from left to right, Ogai Mori, Koyo Ozaki, the pianist, Kanbu A, Dazai Osamu, and Nakahara Chuuya.

The black-haired man's unusual movement obviously caught the attention of Nakahara Chuuya, who was closest to him. Before Nakahara Chuuya could make any move, Dazai Osamu, who also noticed that something was wrong, reached out and grabbed the hem of Nakahara Chuuya's clothes.

Feeling the tug from the left, Nakahara Chuuya's eyebrows wrinkled even tighter, but out of trust in his partner, he finally stopped trying to get up.

The tacit understanding formed from years of working together allowed Nakahara Chuuya to remain kneeling on one knee quietly, pretending that he did not notice anything unusual. Then he looked calmly at Dazai Osamu who tried to stop him. His beautiful cobalt blue eyes were filled with doubts, wanting an explanation.

Dazai Osamu, who was being watched, acted as if nothing had happened. He just blinked innocently at Nakahara Chuuya, and it was obvious that he had no intention of giving any explanation to his partner.

Familiar recipe, familiar taste (crossed out). Seeing that Dazai Osamu was playing dumb with him again, while Nakahara Chuuya was getting used to it, the anger in his heart couldn't stop rising, and those beautiful cobalt blue eyes seemed to be burning.

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But even though he was irritated enough by Dazai Osamu's style of using and throwing away things without explanation, Nakahara Chuuya did not act in a negative way against his partner's judgment. Instead, he obediently followed Dazai Osamu's hints.

Just as Nakahara Chuuya trusts Dazai Osamu as the brain, Dazai Osamu also trusts Nakahara Chuuya as the military support who completely follows his plans. He is not afraid that Nakahara Chuuya will disobey and cause the situation to get out of control.

Like the tacitly coordinated double black combination, the experienced Mori Ogai, Ozaki Momiji and the pianist also noticed the black-haired man's unusual behavior, but made the same judgment as Dazai Osamu that they did not need to take action.

As for cadre A? Oh, he found nothing. He was furious and secretly complained that Sen Ouwai was useless and fell before he could rebel.

So, under the instigation of several high-ranking important figures, the black-haired man with ill intentions successfully broke through the siege and jumped up. His right hand stretched straight towards Douma was shining with a dark black light, and he shouted nervously with a broken voice: "Go to hell, the new boss of the Port Mafia."

"Huh?" Douma, who was immersed in the horror of social death, was awakened by the shout, and his soul returned to his body.

Facing the figure attacking him, Douma flicked his fingers subconsciously, and the vampire art engraved in his DNA was instantly activated. Translucent ice crystals appeared out of thin air, surrounding and freezing the black-haired man who tried to sneak attack him.

Almost in the blink of an eye, when everyone focused their attention again, the man in black who was rushing in the air had been knocked to the ground by Tong Mo, and his entire body from the chest down was frozen in a thick layer of ice, and he couldn't move at all.

Also sealed in the ice was the black-clothed man's right hand that was reaching out to Douma. The moment it was frozen, the strange black light was extinguished, and the aura that made Douma instinctively feel dangerous disappeared as well.

Danger? Douma came back to his senses and belatedly looked at the right hand of the man in black.

At the same time, the audience finally realized what had happened. Someone actually tried to assassinate Douma, the new boss of the Port Mafia? What a pity, how could it fail? If... ahem... no, it's a pity, how could someone dare to be so bold.

Representatives of various major organizations, each with their own ulterior motives, excitedly (putting aside) their worries, whispering to each other, discussing which organization had done such a stupid thing, and their eyes were full of hidden temptations when they looked at each other.

This kind of provocative assassination could never have been carried out by an individual. There must be another murderer behind this killer. I just don't know which organization is behind it and what its ultimate goal is.

If they can find clues before the Port Mafia, they can ask for credit from the Port Mafia. What if they can win the friendship of the new boss? He is the uncrowned king of Yokohama and the legendary transcendent. Who wouldn't want to follow him to get some benefits?

The banquet hall, which had been quiet just a moment ago, immediately became lively, with everyone wanting to be the first to solve the mystery and get the ultimate prize in their imagination: the friendship of a transcendent.

Douma, not knowing that he was being targeted again, was a little annoyed by the noisy discussions. He turned around and gestured to the audience to quiet down.

The next second, the originally noisy hall immediately became quiet. Everyone kept their mouths shut and was careful not to make any more noise to avoid causing Douma's dissatisfaction.

Don't say they are too scared. Who dares to confront a big boss who was assassinated just a few minutes ago? Haha, the grass on the grave of this ignorant fool is now as tall as a person, okay? Those who are qualified to be invited to participate in the succession ceremony of the leader of the port mafia are all good at self-preservation.

Douma didn't care what those people were thinking. When he saw the hall was quiet, he turned back to look at the trembling man in black with satisfaction and asked in a deep voice, "What was that just now? Your special ability?"

Hearing the word "superpowers", the man in black trembled even more violently. He looked very scared but didn't say a word. His already chapped lips split when he pursed them tightly.

A faint fragrance wafted over, causing Douma to lower his gaze from the man in black. After staring at his lips for three seconds, he resolutely looked away: People can’t… at least they shouldn’t…

After self-hypnosis, Douma asked again: "Who sent you here?"

"..." The man in black looked dazed. After a long while, he replied dryly, "I won't tell you. You don't need to ask."

Douma looked steadily at the determined man in black, but out of the corner of his eye he was looking at Mori Oo who had stood up and looked worried.

From the moment he was assassinated, Douma activated his ability to read minds as the King of Demons and heard clearly the thoughts of everyone except Morio who had received the news in advance but did not report it.

Tsk, you are really not obedient, Mr. Mori.