Chapter 15

The chief's office, located on the top floor of the Ganghei Building, has not had the lights on at night for a long time because the chief is too old to stay up late.

However, the leader's office tonight was rarely brightly lit at this time.

This is thanks to a kind of supernatural drug that has become popular in the black market recently. According to feedback from both the manufacturer and the users, this drug has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life, and most importantly, it has no side effects.

Because of its miraculous effects and its appearance like a small red gem, it has the reputation of being the 'Stone of the Sage'.

Once the "Stone of the Sage" was released, it was immediately coveted by the dignitaries of various countries and is currently in short supply.

If the 'Stone of the Sage' was not produced in Japan, and the port mafia was in charge of the port of Yokohama, the 'Stone of the Sage', a drug that destroys humanity, could be smuggled to various countries quietly. With the old leader's ordinary status, he was not qualified to get even a little bit of it.

Only a very few people know that the 'Stone of the Sage' really comes from the supernatural power [Stone of the Sage], and the raw materials for making the 'Stone of the Sage' are living human lives.

For an old leader who has reached the end of his life and can clearly feel the passage of his life, he naturally wouldn't care about these few lives.

On the contrary, in his eyes, the 'Stone of the Sage' is his life-saving straw, indicating that he can continue to rule the port mafia, and everyone will submit to him peacefully.

The old leader, who was lying on the hospital bed dying a few days ago and unable to get up, is now standing in the center of the office in high spirits, practicing with the huge sickle in his hand, with the help of the "Stone of the Sage".

His movements were effortless and his body was as fast as lightning, which was not at all like the skills that a man of his age could possess.

The old-fashioned mahogany desk was split in half by a flash of silver knife light, as easily and smoothly as cutting tofu, which made the black suit attendant beside him shudder.

"Hahaha... It feels so good. I haven't felt so good in a long time." The old leader laughed and took back the sickle in his hand, then affectionately stroked the old friend who had followed him in battle for many years.

After a while, the old leader turned his proud gaze to his subordinates hiding under the wall and said, "Well, I am still as skilled as ever."

The man in the black suit immediately knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Yes, my Lord, your sword is still as sharp as ever."

"What a boring fellow." The old leader's relaxed brows wrinkled slightly upon hearing this. He was annoyed that the man in the black suit couldn't speak, which was far inferior to Dr. Mori. Thinking of this, the old leader waved his empty left hand impatiently: "Get out."

The man in a black suit, who looked dull and silent, did not dare to say anything in front of the tyrannical leader. After all, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made, and the less he spoke, the fewer mistakes he made.

It was with this mantra that he managed to survive by the old chief's side for three months. However, his predecessors quickly angered the old chief and died sadly.

At this moment, the old leader told him to leave. The man in the black suit bowed and retreated with a look of trepidation, but he was actually relieved in his heart.

Black Suit: I managed to survive today!

The man in the black suit, who was very lively in his inner drama, left the chief's office and ran into Mori Ogai and Douma in the corridor. He was very self-aware and bowed to the two of them: "Dr. Mori, Mr. Douma, good night."

"Good night." Sen Ouwai nodded in reply.

Douma didn't want to meet the cruel old leader, but when he saw the man in a black suit who had been ordered to deliver a message to him, he quickly tried to buy time by saying, "Nice to meet you again. Come to think of it, I didn't know your name."

Although this may not be of much use, Douma thought without much hope.

"Mr. Douma, are you asking me?" The man in the black suit pointed at himself in surprise. After Douma nodded, he introduced himself with a proud look on his face: "My name is Fukutake Yuta, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Douma."

Fukutake Yuta's seriousness made Douma calm down and he responded in the same seriousness: "You have a very nice name, Fukutake-kun."

"Hahaha, is that so?" Fukutake Yuta smiled shyly, patted his chest with his hands, and emphasized: "Mr. Douma, just call me by my name."

"Okay, then, Yuta-kun, please give me your guidance in the future." Douma changed his words immediately.

"Yes, Lord Douma!" Fukutake Yuta nodded excitedly, looking like he had successfully joined the sect.

Mori Ouwai, who was watching the whole process, said: “……?!”

Douma-kun really has a bit of an evil nature, Mori Ogai complained in his heart, and his eyes accidentally widened into dead fish eyes.

After a delay, the two said goodbye to Fukutake Yuta who had intruded, and continued walking along the corridor that was obviously decorated magnificently but inexplicably dark and depressing, towards the end of the road.

After thinking about it, Mori Ogai couldn't help it. He looked at Douma with an incredible look in his eyes: "You are really popular, Douma-kun."

Hearing the two key words "popular" and "douma", the instinct engraved in his DNA was activated, and Douma replied faster than his brain could think: "I am very popular."

Young people today have everything engraved into their DNA, there's nothing we can do about it, Douma is innocent.

It is obvious that this two-dimensional character, Mori Ogai, doesn't get the jokes about three-dimensional cartoon characters.

He looked at Douma in confusion, who was answering a question irrelevantly, but they had already arrived at the door of the leader's office, and he didn't want to continue talking about this topic anymore, after all, business was more important.

Mori Ougai nodded to the two fully armed guards.

The two guards who had been bribed by Sen Ouwai long ago bowed their heads silently in response, then pressed the button to call the inner room to report.

The old leader, who felt that he had returned to the peak of his strength, was now fearless. He lowered his head to wipe the huge sickle in his hand, and pressed the door-opening button at hand without even looking at the surveillance camera.

The door to the chief's office opened.

Two footsteps were heard in the room and gradually approached. The old leader moved his ears and recognized that one of the footsteps came from Dr. Yu Sen, and the other one was probably the guy who used ice.

He didn't stop wiping his hands, and was determined to give the boy who had not given him face before some time to spare.

The old leader standing in the middle of the room was dressed in a black suit, with his white hair neatly combed back into a big bun, but his sturdy body did not give off a sense of elegance and luxury.

There wasn't an ounce of kindness in his expression that one would expect from an old man of his age. Instead, his face was filled with cruelty and viciousness. At first glance, he did look like a mafia boss.

While sizing up the old leader whom he met for the first time, Douma commented in his mind that this mafia boss was a bit low class. Nowadays, the popular villain bosses are those black-bellied big men who take people's lives with a smile, which is quite impressive.

Well, it's just like Mori Ogai's character. Thinking of this, Douma tilted his head slightly and glanced at Mori Ogai beside him.

Mori Ogai seemed not to notice the gazes falling on him. He knelt on one knee as usual, put his right hand on his left chest, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master, Douma-kun has been brought here."

There is not a single flaw in this behavior, and no wonder the old leader has always believed in Sen Ou Wai.

While he was complaining in his heart, Douma was not idle either. Although he didn't know other things, he could always imitate others. He knelt on one knee, imitating Morioga's posture. There was no special fluctuation in his heart: "Greetings, leader."

No matter what, the old leader is really old, and it won't hurt him to kneel down as a grandfather. And this is only on one knee. If he kneels on both knees, the Douma will definitely not agree, unless he is a real grandfather, otherwise he will not be given that treatment.

Douma's surrender seemed to please the old leader Min, and he changed his mind and stopped ignoring the two of them, but he was still angry. He pretended to not remember Douma's name in a contemptuous tone: "Doctor Mori and that guy, get up. What's your name, you who used ice?"°

"......?" Hearing the call, Douma immediately stood up straight and looked at the old leader with a questioning look.

Has the old leader become so demented? Sen Ou Wai had just mentioned his name in front of the old leader, but he had forgotten it so quickly?

Adhering to the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, Douma not only did not get angry but replied with a tolerant smile: "Master, my name is Douma."

Seeing Douma's fake smile and forced indifference, the old leader felt relieved. He continued to ask questions with a small mind, and laughed maliciously: "How are you doing under Hongye? The interrogation department is a good place."

"That's great. Sister Hongye just accepted me as her direct subordinate." Douma also heard something wrong at this time, and he put away the smile on his face.

Thanks to the shell of the Upper Rank Two, Douma is filled with a threatening abnormality even when his face is expressionless, the kind of abnormality that makes humans feel instinctively fearful.

The old leader who faced Douma directly was naturally the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He felt Douma's strange abnormality, and at the same time, a disgusting fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

The strong self-esteem of the superior made the old leader angry and ashamed when he realized that he was actually afraid of a young boy. He clenched the huge sickle in his hand with anger and released a terrible murderous aura towards Douma San.

Being affected from both sides, Mori Ou subconsciously reached into his pocket and accurately put the scalpel into his palm.

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