Chapter 157: Chuuya, You Can Do It!

When Douma saw Dazai Osamu’s adorable face, his palms and heart were itching, and he really wanted to go up and poke him.

Action is worse than thought.jpg (bushi)

The next second, a blurry light blue shadow flashed through the air, aiming directly at Dazai Osamu's puffy cheeks.

Being treated as a prey, Dazai Osamu immediately sensed something was wrong. He fixed his eyes and was about to step back, but he was still a step too late. A pair of cool fingers painted with light blue nail polish successfully touched his face before he could dodge.

As if he was under a spell of immobilization, Dazai Osamu froze in place and did not move at all. All his senses were concentrated on his cheek, which was touched by the sharp and cold long nails.

It seemed that the next time he blinked, Douma would cut his throat. Dazai's pupils shrank like a cat's, and the skin hidden under the clothes and bandages was aroused to tremble in waves. Fear and expectation intertwined together, and finally mixed into a sense of excitement that made his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end. (This is limited to those who love to dance on the edge of a knife and do not have bandages.)

The protest that was meant to express intimacy came to an abrupt end, and Douma, the culprit, pulled his hand back with some AC sense.

Adhering to the life motto of 'As long as I am not embarrassed, then others are embarrassed' (?), Douma put his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened, and continued with a bossy demeanor: "It just so happens that the business in Europe has entered the right track, so you can call Chuuya back. Then the two of you, one civil and one military, can be in charge of the expansion in Tokyo together, which would be great."

“……” Dazai Osamu was silent for a long time before he pulled himself away from Douma’s threatening move (bushi). His raven-feather-like eyelashes were half-drooped, making it difficult to see the darkness in the only iris-colored eye that was exposed.

When Dazai spoke again, everything seemed to have returned to calm, without any trace of the ripples that had been stirred up before. He even raised his thumb and promised, "Since the leader has said so, there is of course no problem. I will also take care of Chuuya's share."

Douma, who suddenly felt the urge to do something, was still a little afraid that Dazai Osamu would ask him what he was doing just now. Fortunately, the victim himself seemed to have amnesia and skipped over his sudden and rude behavior and did not ask anything.

This made Douma's last bit of guilty conscience disappear, and he pushed all the blame onto his own hands: He didn't want to, but who made his hands not obey him? Before the brain gave the order, the body moved on its own, there was nothing he could do about it.

As the two people, despite their disagreements, finally reached a tacit understanding (?), the previous episode was quietly revealed.

Then, Douma and Dazai Osamu talked seamlessly about the distribution of power in Tokyo and the series of layout arrangements of the Port Mafia in Tokyo in the future.

Well... Dazai was in charge of talking about the plan, Douma was in charge of nodding his head with deep eyes to show his agreement, and when Dazai got to the 'wonderful' part, he turned into a clapping maniac and gave the boss a round of applause.

Every profession has its own expertise. Douma considers himself to be just a martial arts expert whose IQ is barely at the average level. Even if he has become the leader of a group of people, he can never be like the script monster, who can make the most sophisticated predictions in advance based on some specious intelligence and manipulate everyone in the palm of his hand.

Brother Xun once said that it is important for people to know themselves and not to talk nonsense in areas they are not good at.

I didn't say that. ——Xun Ge.jpg

"After that, I will first look for someone to cooperate with. As an outsider, it is not appropriate for the Port Mafia to make big moves right after arriving. Once our 'friends' are defeated and the opponent is completely destroyed, it will be a good opportunity for our Port Mafia to show its strength." When saying this, Dazai Osamu's usually dull iris-colored eyes brightened amazingly. Apparently these imperfect (crossed out) wonderful arrangements can make him feel excited and stimulating.

Making alliances, killing with someone else's knife, destroying the bridge after crossing the river, adding insult to injury... You are indeed the ruthless Heishi Zai, you have almost figured out all the Thirty-Six Stratagems. The villain in Douma's heart trembled as he took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat frantically, but his face remained calm. After all, he had not been working in the port mafia for nothing these years, so he still had some cunning.

Therefore, in the eyes of the talkative Dazai Osamu, Douma's humble request for advice at the moment turned into a smile and silence as if the ambitious man already had a plan in mind.

Seeing this, Dazai Osamu stopped explaining in detail. Smart people don't need to explain too much. He just concluded lightly: "I will lead the people to Tokyo as the vanguard as soon as possible. When the boss recalls Chuuya from Europe, the timing will be just right."

Dazai Osamu was very happy to see Douma plan to transfer Chuuya back from Europe.

Although there was a factor that Chuuya had returned to the country and he could openly lock people up in school for fun, the main reason was that Tokyo was a mixed bag and it was difficult for him to lead a team to Tokyo alone.

Undoubtedly, Dazai Osamu could turn Tokyo upside down and secure a place for the port mafia by himself, but the overwhelming military support from Chuuya Nakahara could obviously save him a lot of unnecessary effort.

Compared to working so hard at such a young age that he becomes a bald uncle, a smart man like Dazai Osamu would naturally not make such a thankless choice. Therefore, for the return of Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, a smart man, raised both hands in approval.

"It's settled then." Douma made the decision readily and did not raise any objections to Dazai Osamu's plan.

In other words, if Douma can't even listen to the advice of such an awesome script geek like Dazai Osamu, then his career as a leader is over. As the leader of an organization/department/country, the most important quality is the ability to accept advice with an open mind. Being stubborn and self-righteous will only lead to self-destruction.

Douma, who always jokes that he is just an ordinary man, might be unexpectedly suitable to be a leader.

Unexpectedly Suitable to Be the Leader Douma looked at the wall clock, and calculated the time difference between Japan and Europe in his mind. Seeing that it was still early in Europe and not yet time for a break, he did not wait until tomorrow, but directly took out his cell phone and called Nakahara Chuuya on the other side of the ocean.

"Beep-beep-beep..." The time waiting for the call to be connected was unexpectedly long, which made Douma look up at the wall clock suspiciously. Could something have happened to Chuuya?

Fortunately, before Douma could come up with a bunch of nonsense in his mind, Nakahara Chuuya on the other end of the phone finally noticed that the cell phone in his trouser pocket was ringing.

That is the special ringtone indicating that the leader Douma is calling.

"I have something important to do. I don't have time to play with you guys." Nakahara Chuuya let out a small sigh, and his arms that were originally in a blocking posture slowly lowered as he muttered to himself.

Facing a group of white strong men holding cold weapons, Nakahara Chuuya acted very arrogantly and put his hands into his trouser pockets.

Of course, Nakahara Chuuya's original intention was not to express contempt or deliberately provoke the enemy, but rather he was planning to take real action.

Normally, when Nakahara Chuuya uses [Filthy Sorrow], in order to avoid using all his strength and entering a 'filthy' state that he cannot release on his own, cannot communicate, and fights to death, he will seal his hands to remind himself to stay rational enough and not get too carried away.

However, this act of sealing one's hands was too provocative in the eyes of others who were unaware of the inside story, and it instantly angered the white strong men surrounding Nakahara Chuuya.

“Well, you’ve got guts.” The scarred bald man in the lead grinned fiercely, brandishing his weapon and leading his fellow soldiers behind him, shouting at Nakahara Chuuya: “You arrogant little dwarf from Japan, today is the day you die!”

"The arrogant little guy from Japan."

"Arrogant little guy."

"dwarf."

One personal attack after another hit Nakahara Chuuya's heart directly. The echo caused by the dark and narrow path caused tons of damage to Nakahara Chuuya.

A more two-dimensional explanation is that the taunt of the player Scarred Bald Man caused a critical hit on the boss Nakahara Chuuya, who locked the hatred and went directly into the rampage stage.

"Hehehe——" Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head and let out a low and sexy laugh. The anger implied in the laugh not only did not destroy the pleasantness of the laugh, but even added a touch of extremely seductive and leg-weakening masculinity.

The only pity was that the rough guys present clearly didn't have the level of appreciation. They only understood the infinite mockery in the laughter, and their facial expressions became even more vicious.

However, no matter how fierce he was, he was no match for the completely enraged Nakahara Chuuya.

When the auburn-haired young man raised his head with a smile on his face, the white strong men who rushed towards him were shocked by the terrifying facial expression like a devil. After a few seconds, their faces turned red with anger and shame, and they rushed towards the guy who was pretending to be a ghost with even more ferocity.

A layer of faint red light appeared on Nakahara Chuuya's body unknowingly, wrapping him up, which was very scary when combined with his expression at the moment.

Facing a group of fierce and strong men rushing towards him, Zhong Yuanzhong did not retreat but advanced instead, shouting word by word: "Take back those words!!!"

The terrifying sight of the ocher-haired young man taking one step at a time finally brought back the rationality of this group of people to run away from home. They staggered to a halt, their hands holding weapons trembling slightly, and stepped back in fear, but it was too late.

Three seconds later, Nakahara Chuuya stepped on the immobile "corpses" and walked out of the dark and damp alley. Facing the gentle evening breeze, he answered the call from the leader with a serious face: "Boss, do you want to talk to me? Is there something wrong with Yokohama?"

"Yokohama is fine, but I have a new mission for you." Douma interrupted the increasingly anxious voice of Nakahara Chuuya. In order to prevent the most reliable gravity user of their port mafia from being frightened by his own imagination, he briefly stated his plan: "The organization's next plan is to expand to Tokyo, and I plan to send you there."

"What about Europe?" Nakahara Chuuya shook his head in embarrassment.

"Things are going well in Europe. You can just arrange for someone you trust to take over and maintain the status quo." Doumasi pleaded without any hesitation, "Please come back as soon as possible. I need you, Chuuya."

"Yes, boss. I will start making arrangements immediately and try to go back as soon as possible." Nakahara Chuuya was quite moved, his eyes widened and he nodded heavily. Even though Douma, who was far away in Japan, couldn't see his movements at all, his beautiful cobalt blue eyes reflected a light like broken diamonds under the illumination of the street lights.

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon. Douma, who gradually became familiar with how to sit firmly in the position of boss, silently recited this wise saying in his heart. He was very skillful in speaking, but he concealed that the person he sent to develop the Tokyo market was not only Nakahara Chuuya, but also the opponent's grudge partner Dazai Osamu. Anyway, they were old partners, so it didn't matter if he didn't explain it specifically.

As for Chuuya being forced to go to school as soon as he returns? Hey, it never hurts to read more books. Maybe one day he will be able to kill Dazai Osamu in style.

Douma: Come on, Chuuya, you can do it!