Chapter 13

The heavy iron door blocked most of the sound, so at least the guards who were patrolling afterwards didn't hear any loud screams. Everything was just right, and it was a wonderful night.

As time passed, the smell of blood in cell number three became stronger and stronger, and the shrill wailing gradually died down.

Ozaki Kouyo looked at Douma's masterpiece with admiration.

The man with long white oak hair, full of holiness, smiled and threw the bloody torture instrument on the table. He looked down at the man whose flesh and blood had been blurred and no longer looked like a human. He said in confusion and sorrow, "How pitiful! Why didn't you tell me everything you knew earlier? You suffered in vain."

As he said this, the terrible man looked very sincere, even with a kind of naive cruelty that was terrifying.

This strange and abnormal feeling made Ozaki Koyo almost release her golden Yaksha.

"Devil... Devil... No..." The dying prisoner murmured in fear, his eyes were empty and his whole body seemed to be broken. He could only repeat some meaningless murmurs unconsciously.

Douma, a terrifying man in Ozaki Koyo's eyes, suppressed the disgust and instinctive appetite in his heart and handed the notebook containing the confession to Ozaki Koyo.

Ozaki Kouyo took it, avoiding the bloodstains on the book that had not yet dried, and flipped through the detailed information on it. Finally, she nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, in terms of torture, I have nothing else to teach you."

"You have completed your apprenticeship, Douma-kun." Ozaki Koiba raised her eyes and stared at Douma's back as he was washing the blood off his hands. She put away the smile on her face and asked in a serious tone, "Douma-kun, I have an assassination unit under my command. Are you willing to join?"

"Assassination unit?" Douma stopped washing his hands, turned to look at Ozaki Kouyo who looked very serious, and complained in his heart: Your eyes don't look like you are asking, it sounds like you are giving me room to refuse.

Douma rolled his eyes in his heart, but agreed calmly: "Of course, I want to join."%

As a husky among wolves, Douma is also trying hard to survive today.

"You seem to be very impatient." Ozaki Kouyo teased.

"I'm not in a hurry." Douma said casually, while lowering his head to continue washing the remaining blood on his hands.

After staying in this world for a month, Douma has become very aware of how misleading his current shell is.

He is also troubled by other people's misunderstanding of him, so please don't misunderstand me anymore, Sister Hongye!

"Is this your promise, Douma-kun?" Ozaki Koyomi chuckled with her hands covering her lips, but she was thinking in her heart: What a terrible man, nothing can arouse his interest. Even in the port mafia, she has not seen many people as cold and cruel as Douma-kun in all these years.

However, this is a good thing. Only people like Douma-kun are the most suitable ones to survive in the port mafia. He is a natural mafia member.

Douma didn't know that Ozaki Kouyo thought highly of him. He just wiped his hands slowly, feeling that Ozaki Kouyo's words just now seemed to be a compliment to him. Although he didn't quite understand why, he had to be polite: "Thank you?"

Seeing that Douma insisted on thanking him even though he clearly didn't understand, Ozaki Koiyo, who had a deep misunderstanding of Douma, was amused and said, "Even though I know it's all fake, Douma-kun looks really cute like this."

Douma didn't thank him this time, but frowned and retorted: "I'm one year older than you, so don't call me cute."

Men cannot be called cute, even if it is ooc he will refute it.

Ozaki Kouyo looked at Douma, who clearly didn't understand emotions but was pretending to be a normal person, and asked him with an indecipherable expression, "Would you like to be my direct subordinate?"

If he agrees to become Ozaki Kouyo's direct subordinate, it means that he will be on the fast track to promotion to the top of the Port Mafia.

No normal person would refuse a promotion and salary increase offered by their boss.

Douma, a normal person who is misunderstood as having no emotions, naturally would not refuse. He replied as a matter of course: "I don't think I have any reason to refuse Sister Momiji."

The two of them very naturally skipped the question they were discussing just now, whether a man can be called cute, and went straight to the business.

Douma: As long as you give me a promotion and a raise, I can lose my memory right where I am.

Social animals are so humble.

But in Ozaki Kouyo's eyes, it was not the case. She looked at Douma's calm eyes and made a rare comment: "Douma-kun agreed so reluctantly."

"Forget it. I won't argue with someone like you who knows nothing." Ozaki Kouyo snorted coldly, and then she let the matter go as if nothing had happened. She smiled softly and said, "Very good, since Douma-kun has agreed to my request, I will arrange the training menu for you in the future."

The words "make good arrangements" were said by Ozaki Koyo in a very meaningful way.

Unfortunately, Douma, who was not very good at reading the air, did not notice anything wrong at all. Instead, he nodded and said, "It's fine with me. Please arrange it, Sister Momiji."

A real mafia member will have to learn the survival skills sooner or later, so it is better for him to die early and be reborn.

Seeing Douma's quick response, Ozaki Koiyo gracefully unfolded the folding fan in her hand, and her gorgeous red lips underneath the fan raised an alluring arc: "I will do as you wish."

I just hope that Douma-kun will think the same way in the future.

Women should not be provoked easily, especially a scary woman like Ozaki Koyo, who is the epitome of someone who should not be provoked.

Douma actually understood this principle, but Kako tried his best to hold him back, causing him to provoke Ozaki Koyo without knowing it.

Knowing nothing about the intense training that was to follow, Douma was surrounded by his colleagues who learned that he wanted a promotion and a pay raise.

"Congratulations, Mr. Douma, on your promotion."

"You got a promotion so soon, are you really a person with special abilities?"

"Ahhh, I'm so jealous. I also want Mr. Ozaki's appreciation."

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All kinds of opinions came pouring in. Some were simply happy for Douma's promotion, but there were also many who were jealous.

But to Douma, those veiled sour words sounded no different from words of congratulation, and he just responded with thanks.

Douma's calm attitude actually soothed the bitterness in many people's hearts.

After calming down, they were able to face rationally the rapid promotion of the newcomer who had only joined the Port Mafia for a month.

There is a wall between people with special abilities and ordinary people. This is especially true in the port mafia that worships the use of force. People may be jealous of someone who is similar to themselves, but they will not overestimate their own abilities and go to the moon to commit fraud.

Amid the chattering crowd, Douma was able to detect a familiar voice.

It was indeed someone Douma knew, the guard who had led him a month ago. He said to his companions with a look of astonishment, "As expected, you are Douma-sama. This promotion speed has already broken the fastest promotion record of our port mafia."

Douma was somewhat puzzled by such obvious compliments.

After he had agreed to tease her on purpose, hadn't he been avoiding her? He had even thought that she disliked him a little, but was it just his illusion?

Unexpectedly, he found himself to be very popular. The smile on Tongma's face grew wider unconsciously, revealing his pointy little fangs, making him look even more lovable and friendly.

Even in the port mafia, gentle and kind people are more likable, and when people see this, they are more eager to talk to Douma.

At the same time, the guard Uchiba Yohei, who noticed that someone was looking at him, looked back and happened to meet Douma's eyes with colorful gradient colors.

Perhaps because the distance between the two was too far, Uchiba Yohei couldn't see the emotions in Douma's eyes, and instead he no longer felt the inexplicable fear he had last time.

After thinking about it, Uchiba Yohei still did not step forward to try to squeeze into the crowd to establish a relationship with Douma. He was just an ordinary low-level person who worked in the port mafia. He was completely different from that destined big shot.

Afraid that Douma would misunderstand him as trying to flatter him, Uchiba Yohei simply nodded from a distance at Douma in the crowd, with a smile that contained a hesitancy that he himself was not aware of.

Receiving Uchiba Youhei's friendly smile from afar, Douma narrowed his eyes in pleasure, immersed in the joy of being welcomed, like a satisfied beautiful cat.

Douma, whose appearance was intimidating enough, really bewitched Uchiba Yohei, and when he got the response, the hesitation in his heart was blown away by the wind.

After the crowd dispersed, Uchiba Yohei finally mustered up enough courage. He walked towards Douma firmly, stood in front of Douma and bowed slightly: "Congratulations, Douma-sama."

Being different from how other colleagues address Douma, Uchiba Yohei took the initiative to change his words, which shows his awe for Douma and his optimism about his future.

"Ah, thank you." Seeing this person approaching him on his own initiative, Douma asked his own question: "Weren't you so scared that you kept hiding from me before? Why are you suddenly coming to talk to me?"

Thinking he was being teased, Uchiba Yohei shook his head in embarrassment and explained sheepishly: "It's not because I'm afraid. I have been avoiding Douma-sama before because I feel I am useless."

"What?" Douma became more confused.

“That’s it.” Uchiba Yohei saw that Douma didn’t understand what he meant, and gestured in a panic: “Douma-sama was just teasing me before, but I was so easily frightened. As a member of the port mafia, this is too unqualified.”

Douma cannot understand the panic that Uchiba Yohei feels about his disqualification. To him, disqualification is nothing important.

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