Chapter 145: "Redefining Intimacy"...

Facing Douma's soul-searching questions, the two parties remained extremely calm. They unanimously looked toward Douma with trust, and the meaning of this is self-evident.

As expected, Masaki Yuto's face flushed, his eyes blazing with enthusiasm as he said loudly, "With you, Douma-sama, guiding us ahead, the Port Mafia will surely become the uncrowned king of Japan, and all the people with special abilities throughout the country will be your reserve food in the near future."

"..." Douma was silent, wondering if his adjutant's flattery was a bit too much.

Douma was so embarrassed by the flattery that he couldn't help but want to dig his toes into the ground. Before he dug out a large building in Hong Kong, he finally managed to find his voice, but his tone was still a little light: "There's no need to go to this extent."

When these words fell into the ears of the fanatic (crossed out) adjutant Masaki Yuto, it was like a thunderbolt that woke him up from his frenzy.

After realizing that his brilliant idea was not recognized by Douma-sama, Masaki Yuto couldn't help but carefully glance at Douma's expression, trying to find out where his idea was different from Douma-sama's.

Douma: ...Is it possible that our thoughts never overlapped from the beginning to the end?

The extra-thick filter with the bonus of faith continued to play a stabilizing role. In the eyes of Masaki Yuto, whose brain had long been blown away, Douma's helpless expression directly became the look of their Lord Douma who was feeling sad and unwilling to hurt others for his own selfish interests.

In short, the buff of Holy Light Possession was subjectively added to Douma by Yuto Masaki, and was repeatedly applied several times.

As a fanatic who knows how to manage himself and is good at brainwashing himself, Masaki Yuto successfully covered his eyes tightly. At the same time, he was moved to tears by the plot of God's love for the world that he made up in his mind.

"Wuwuwu... Lord Douma!" Masaki Yuto sobbed emotionally, and then choked up his voice and said, "It is because I am too narrow-minded and did not appreciate your broad mind that I secretly planned such a plan that made you feel embarrassed. I am extremely sorry!"

As he was speaking, Masaki Yuto's knees bent, and he was about to kneel down to apologize, but Douma quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him, saying, "Not at all, really not at all, I understand your intentions."

Hearing the gentle (? ) comforting voice from above, Masaki Yuto felt warm in his heart, and at the same time, he became more determined to eliminate all worries for Douma-sama. Whatever Douma-sama is reluctant to do, let them, his subordinates who are not afraid of getting their hands dirty, do it!

Gin, one of the subordinates who was not afraid of getting his hands dirty, looked at the scene in front of him with a thoughtful expression, thinking that his previous understanding of the boss was too one-sided. He did not expect that the boss actually had such a side.

While possessing great power, he also has enough self-control not to do whatever he wants, and he sympathizes with the weak and powerless. This setting for the boss will not only not disappoint Gin, who admires the strong, but will even give him a deeper understanding of strength.

So that's it. A truly strong person is not only physically strong, but also mentally strong. Both are indispensable.

Gin: Master, I understand.jpg

Douma: ...You figured out a bubble teapot! You thought this was a hot-blooded boy manga? And the mind is so strong. Wait, this world really seems to be a two-dimensional manga world? Oh, that's fine.

Originally, Douma should have complained like this, but unfortunately he was busy comforting the poor agitated adjutant and didn't notice the strange expression on Gin's face behind him. As a result, he missed the perfect opportunity to dispel the other party's strange idea.

Therefore, Masaki Yuto, who is not only good at brainwashing himself, but also particularly likes to help others deepen their brainwashing, has also hidden his merits and fame today.

Thinking that he had dispelled his lieutenant's delusion, Douma quickly threw his boast of "controlling the whole of Japan" behind his mind. In any case, the port mafia unifying Japan sounds unreliable, right? This goal is absolutely impossible to achieve, right?

Douma thought uncertainly that even with the fanning of his butterfly wings, their Port Mafia now had the perfect pair of black and white duo of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, the well-developed young talent club 'Hatakai' and Oda Tonosuke and others, who were also alive and well.

He also turned enemies into friends, such as Shibuzawa Ryuhiko and Kido, and brought them into his fold. It was clear that Nakajima Atsushi, who he had brought back from an orphanage to raise, would not be able to join the Armed Detective Agency. As a result, the probability of Izumi Kyouka defecting from the Port Mafia was infinitely reduced to the lowest. \

Not to mention the biggest villain organization in the "Detective Conan" set, the 'Distillery', whose most important core: scientific research, was almost completely incorporated into the port mafia, and the few remaining bottles of loyal and capable real wine were all thrown out.

The more Douma counted, the more guilty he felt. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, recalling what he had done in these few short years. The development of the port mafia seemed to be going so smoothly.

Then, steadily and steadily making progress and expanding his territory to become the uncrowned king of Japan, maybe, maybe, it's not just a dream? Thinking of this, Douma's ambition, which had only been a flash in the pan and burned for a few minutes, seemed to come alive again.

However, the reason why the salted fish boss is called the salted fish boss is because his essence is salted fish (bushi). It is obviously impossible to make a salted fish that just wants to lie down stand up and transform into a king to work hard for the organization like a slave.

It is impossible to be the king of reluctance. The only right way in the world is to lie down and do nothing! Douma quickly regained his sanity and divided the thick stack of documents on the desk into two piles, pushing them to Gin and Masaki Yuto respectively without any reason or indignation.

Aren't loyal subordinates just there to do work? Douma, a capitalist who should be hung on a street light, thought so, ignoring the fleeting guilt in his heart.

Gin and Masaki Yuto, who received the work that originally belonged to the boss and required extra energy, did not complain at all and were even quite moved by it.

After all, in the universal sense, the fact that a document that only the boss can read was handed over to a subordinate shows that the boss values ​​this person very much and trusts him without any suspicion. For the two people who are wholeheartedly loyal to Douma, this is simply the most thoughtful response.

Redefining Intimate

The office became quiet again. Douma leaned back leisurely, sinking into the soft and comfortable boss chair. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Gin and Masaki Yuto who were busy. His conscience, which appeared from time to time, suddenly hurt.

After thinking about it, Tong Ma started a half-slacking and half-working mode and opened his computer email to see if there were any new messages that needed his attention.

Douma scanned the screen carelessly, skipping over unimportant emails one by one, and finally his eyes fell on an email from the United States. The sender was not marked on the header.

Douma already had some guesses in his mind as to who the unknown sender was. He didn't have many acquaintances in the United States, so there were only one or two people to choose from, and he could hit the target even with a blind sniper.

Thinking of this, Douma moved the mouse and clicked on it. As expected, it was the person he guessed. The sender was Vermouth, or should I say, the most talked-about actress in Hollywood recently: Chrissy Wynyard.

Ever since Vermouth got out of Japan's Public Security Headquarters under the guise of a diplomat through her American connections, she followed the real diplomat who came to pick her up back to the United States without stopping. It was as if she had completely forgotten her identity in the other world and devoted herself wholeheartedly to her acting career in Hollywood.

What is very thought-provoking is that Vermouth never took the initiative to contact Douma after that, even though she had Douma's phone number and could have talked to him if she wanted.

Douma is naturally happy to see this happen. Vermouth may not be a traitor to the organization, but he is definitely not loyal enough to him either. Douma, who has no shortage of manpower, obviously does not want to leave behind a hidden danger like this traitor who may jump back and forth at any time.

At this stage, it is enough for the Port Mafia to have a public relations officer. With this thought in mind, Douma finished reading the letter and had to admit that Vermouth was indeed a smart enough woman.

Throughout the entire letter, Vermode never mentioned the fact that she was abandoned by the organization. She neatly skipped over this embarrassing point and omitted any words about leaving the organization. She directly jumped the relationship between the two to a state of unbinding. She also wisely stated that if the organization needed anything in the future, she would be willing to help with all her strength.

Such a letter not only preserved the dignity of both parties, but also allowed Bermode to successfully define himself as a free man, without having to worry about embarrassing situations in the future or the embarrassment of being hunted down by the organization.

Of course, all of this will only take effect if Douma agrees.

Vermode obviously understood this, which is why, after learning that Gin had been parachuted into a high-ranking position in the Port Mafia, he deliberately sent this email to the external mailbox of Douma, the leader of the Port Mafia. Everything is self-explanatory.

This state of mind just made Douma feel comfortable. After all, he was not a devil. Could he kick someone out and then regret and kill him? He was not so shameless. He was not an unknown person like Mori.

Therefore, Douma readily typed [Read] on the reply interface, but before clicking send, he remembered something that seemed unimportant but was very necessary to try.

That is, before the tragedy happened, Fitzgerald, the future leader of the American supernatural organization [Combination], was warned that his daughter would die on a future flight.

In this way, maybe I can butterfly the branch where the combo attacks, if the kind-hearted Russians don't continue to mess with me behind my back.

Douma sent this request to Vermouth without any hope, thinking that with Vermouth's ability, sending a letter anonymously would not be a problem.