Chapter 150 Your Excellency’s Kindness

Across the crowd, Gin moved his ears. Although he and the boss seemed to be far away from the two guys now, this distance was still within their hearing range.

Naturally, when Gin heard Douma appear in the conversation between Furuya Rei and Kudo Shinichi, he subconsciously turned his head slightly and looked at the boss who was walking diagonally in front of him.

Douma's stern profile and unmoved attitude made Gin unsure of the boss's attitude towards the two men, so he tentatively leaned close to the boss's ear and asked in a low voice: "Boss, do you need me to bring Kudo Shinichi to you?"

These words were said in a very obscure way, and there was nothing particularly unusual about them, but as soon as he considered that Kudo Shinichi was delicious blood in the eyes of the cannibals, Douma immediately understood the cruel meaning implied in Gin's words.

Just as Douma thought, Gin also discovered that Kudo Shinichi was much more delicious than others.

Especially when the loyal Gin guessed that the boss was most likely aroused by Kudo Shinichi's appetite, he naturally chose to bring the person to the boss and let the boss have a good meal. This is still the most merciful option. If the boss likes the taste of Kudo Shinichi, he will be happy to capture the person and lock him up.

It is not difficult for a top killer like Gin to stage a fake death and erase Kudo Shinichi's social identity.

"No need." Douma refused very firmly, and he almost made a big cross in front of his chest with his arms.

Without even turning on his mind-reading ability, Douma can guess what terrifying evil plan Gin is up to just by looking at his expression.

The reason why it is so terrifying is, of course, because the halo of the elementary school student of the god of death that kills wherever he goes on Kudo Shinichi is too powerful. If Gin really brings people back to the Port Mafia, then Douma really doesn't know how many people will be left alive in his organization after a year has passed.

Douma was severely shocked by his own imagination.

In order to prevent him from waking up one day and suddenly getting a 'surprise' from Gin, Douma said to Gin in a proactive manner: "I like Kudo Shinichi very much. Please don't attack him unless it is necessary, Gin."

Douma always felt that just reminding Gin not to bring Kudo Shinichi back to the port mafia was not reliable enough. After all, staying away from him completely was the safest option.

In order to prevent himself from getting too worried and causing a setback, Douma added: "Of course, if Kudo Shinichi insists on making things difficult for our port mafia, then you don't have to show mercy. Just take care of yourself."

But this possibility is very low. After all, the nature of the Port Mafia is completely different from the Black Organization. To put it bluntly, the Port Mafia with a Transcendence like him in charge can even be said to be a semi-official organization. At least it will definitely be successful in Japan. Douma thought without too much worry.

"Yes, I understand." Gin nodded thoughtfully.

As they were talking, the two returned to the area where they had sat before. The chair that was damaged by Gin was replaced with a new one, and the people around them no longer paid special attention to this place.

Not long after the two sat down, the auction began.

A handsome young man stood on the stage. He took the microphone handed to him by the staff, cleared his throat pretentiously, and then spoke to the guests sitting in the audience with his head held high: "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. I am Karasuma Shoma, the new head of the Karasuma family. I would like to thank you all for coming to this auction held by me."

The opening remarks were not very original, and most of the guests were bored. Only the ladies and a small number of men were interested in looking at Karasuma Shoma on the stage. If nothing else, at least the new head of the Karasuma family was quite good-looking, enough to beat most men.

Douma was also one of the people who was staring at Karasuma Shouma with great interest, but his reason was different from the others. The others were looking at a handsome guy, but he was looking at a super loser.

The super spendthrift Karasuma Shoma was unaware of Douma's evaluation of him. He was standing on the stage and continuing his speech with great enthusiasm, reciting the speech written for him by his secretary without a script, determined to give a perfect start to this auction that he had held against all odds.

His humorous words gradually attracted the attention of the guests in the audience. Karasuma Shoma's young and handsome face and tall and strong body were very important plus points.

The nature of human beings is to be obsessed with appearance, and judging people by their appearance is the eternal theme. (bushi)

When the face-chasers (crossed out) the guests focused their attention on Karasuma Shoma, Douma, who had been staring at the super spendthrift just now, looked away at this moment.

The ominous creaking sound was so inconspicuous amid the laughter and joy all around. Douma tilted his head slightly and looked upwards in the direction of the tiny sound that he caught with his ears.

The ogre's superhuman vision allowed Douma to successfully find the place where the ominous metal friction sound was coming from in the dazzling light of the giant crystal lamp, and a large area of ​​dark rust was visible in front of the eyes.

Oops, is the metal bracket connecting the crystal lamp to the ceiling about to break?

Just as Douma was about to turn around and ask Gin if it was his illusion, he heard through the continuous applause in the venue the groaning sound of the swaying crystal lamp above the podium, which was about to fall.

Everything happened in a flash.

Douma, who was the first to notice the abnormality of the crystal lamp, stood up subconsciously, and pulled out the golden folding fan that was always in his pocket at a speed invisible to the naked eye and held it in his hand.

"Girl in front, what are you doing?" A questioning voice came from behind, attracting many people's attention, but Douma had no time to pay attention to the other party at this time.

There was no time to think, let alone explain anything to others. Douma hurriedly waved his hand at the unlucky guy on the stage who was about to be smashed to death, and activated [Blood Demon Art: Lotus Flower].

In full view of the crowd, several ice vines with ice lotuses wrapped around them appeared out of thin air and quickly rushed to the stage. Before anyone could react, they entangled Karasuma Shoma who was confused, and suddenly dragged him towards the direction of Douma.

Everything happened in a split second. The giant crystal lamp hanging high above suddenly fell down and passed by Karasuma Shoma who was suddenly pulled off the stage. Then there was a loud bang that reached everyone's ears.

The crystal lamp that fell from a high altitude smashed a large hole in the wooden table. What was even more terrifying was that under the violent impact of the two, wood chips and even more lethal crystal fragments were ejected.

As a terrible tragedy was about to happen, the dignitaries who were arranged to sit in the front because of their powerful status and background were the first to suffer.

"Ahhhhhhh——" At this point, these people no longer cared about their usual proper demeanor and pushed and screamed in confusion, then instinctively closed their eyes before the tragedy struck, as if this would protect them from being hurt.

However, this should have been an act of self-deception, but it seemed to really work.

The expected severe pain did not come. An old man in a suit and tie bravely opened his eyes halfway, and then saw a beautiful scene that he would never forget in his life.

The tall young man with long oak-white hair had his back to him, and the ornate golden fans in his hands seemed to draw a graceful arc in the air slowly but quickly.

As the pair of golden folding fans danced, a large number of tiny ice petals were scattered out. Under the illumination of the lights, they looked extremely beautiful and fragile, yet like sharp arrows, they rushed towards the wood chips and crystal fragments that were about to hit the crowd, and collided with them silently.

The old man held his breath nervously, and even his thinking almost stopped. He was worried about whether the fragile ice petals could fight against the wood chips and crystal fragments that looked very lethal.

It turned out that the old man was worrying too much. The ice petals, as sharp as blades, effortlessly knocked away all the fragments that were shot towards the crowd. To be more precise, they nailed the crystal fragments back, and the wood chips were directly chopped into foam by the ice petals.

The wood powder covered many people's heads and faces. No one was injured, but a lot of it accidentally went into their mouths and noses. Only those who have tasted it know the smell: "Pooh, pooh, pooh... cough cough..."

All the people who had come here in fancy attire now looked so shabby and unfit for public viewing. Some of them almost laughed out loud when they saw the miserable state of others, but the laughter died down when they remembered that they also looked like wolves.

As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, the old man who first opened his eyes and understood what had happened stood up, waved away the younger generation's hands that tried to help him, walked up to Douma, who was only a few steps away, and bowed deeply to him: "I am Nakatani Zhiling, and I am extremely grateful to Douma for his help. If it weren't for your kindness and timely help, I'm afraid all of us would have been in trouble."

At such a close distance, if the debris crashed down on them, they would be severely injured even if they didn't die. If someone was particularly unlucky, they might even go blind. None of those who could sit in the front row had a simple background. Money and other things were minor issues for them. If they accidentally became disabled, it would be a devastating blow to their entire life, and they would have no future at all.

"Do you know me, old man?" Douma coughed lightly and helped the man up. He didn't want to say that he had done it because he was afraid that if something went wrong, the auction would be gone, and his golden house!

"I have never seen your true face in person, but your extraordinary qualities have long been widely spread in the entire circle." Nakatani Zhiling shook his head and nodded.

The circle he was talking about was naturally Japan's upper-class circle. Mr. Transcendence lived in seclusion and almost no one had ever dealt with him, but those who were well-informed had already inquired about the appearance of Mr. Douma. After all, opportunities only come to those who are prepared.

Nakatani Jirei was not the only one who was prepared. The sounds of "Pooh" around him gradually disappeared because many of them recognized Douma's identity and began to pay attention to their words and actions.