Chapter 160 Are You Polite?

In a residential area in Tokyo, in an inconspicuous two-story building, a group of men in black suits were squeezed into several relatively narrow bedrooms to rest, while Dazai Osamu, as the leader, naturally occupied the most comfortable and spacious master bedroom.

This is not surprising. After all, the port mafia attaches great importance to the relationship between superiors and subordinates. The cadres who are above ten thousand people will naturally have the best treatment. This is beyond doubt. To put it bluntly and cruelly, the role played by all the subordinates in the room combined in the mission is probably not even one-tenth of that of Dazai Osamu.

While most of the lower-level members were immersed in a deep sleep, Dazai Osamu in the master bedroom was still rapidly typing away on the keyboard, tirelessly replying to one after another of the customers on the dark web who were either testing or sincerely seeking to buy guns.

Yes, Dazai Osamu did not sleep at night and stayed up all night just to post links for selling smuggled arms on the dark web, and then play with those who came to him following the smell.

New information tips emerged one after another, and because Japan had very strict controls on guns and ammunition, ordinary people simply could not get guns. This seemingly unreliable behavior caused a huge wave throughout Japan and the world.

Although there are many gangs in Tokyo, in fact most of them do not have much useful weapons. They usually use sticks and knives in gunfights and rarely use guns and ammunition. They are completely different from Yokohama, which is full of martial ethics.

Due to some historical issues that are difficult to explain, Yokohama, which was once divided into concessions, is only a small coastal city, but its freedom far exceeds that of Tokyo, the capital. They guard a mature port and do not have to worry about not having a way to obtain arms.

Not to mention the foreigners who are stranded in Yokohama under the banner of international mercenaries, just the large and small organizations in Yokohama, who would dare to go out for a fight in the middle of the night without a gun? They are simply delivering food to the enemy.

However, due to various reasons, the smuggled arms did not flow into cities outside Yokohama. All the chaos that should not have occurred in peacetime was firmly suppressed by the government within Yokohama, carefully maintaining a delicate balance.

"Meow." A certain unknown cat has hidden his fame and achievements.

What Dazai Osamu is doing now is to break this unspoken rule that everyone has tacitly accepted. He is selling smuggled arms that should not have flowed into other cities to the outside world, without caring at all that the buyers are not from Yokohama.

"Lord Dazai, is it really okay to do this? We can't sell guns and ammunition to the outside world, right?" The man in a black suit who had been following Dazai Osamu looked at his boss in embarrassment, always feeling that Lord Dazai was playing with fire.

"Eh..." Dazai Osamu raised his head in surprise and asked in a 'sincere' way: "How come I didn't know there was a clear rule that smuggled arms cannot be sold outside of Yokohama? Who made that rule?"

"Ah...ah this." Hearing Dazai Osamu's question, the man in the black suit was dumbfounded and stammered. After a while, he showed a thoughtful expression and continued: "It is true that no one came up with the rules, but it was just a common practice and an unspoken rule that everyone tacitly accepted."

"In that case, why can't I do this?" As he said this, Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up into an 'innocent' smile, which unexpectedly looked a bit scary under the light from the computer screen.

Perhaps it was not surprising, after all, in the eyes of some people, Dazai Osamu's reputation was much scarier than those illusory ghosts. The black suit, who had never been afraid of ghosts, could not help but tremble when he saw this. His timid look was very inconsistent with his strong body.

After the work was finished and all the bait had been laid, Dazai Osamu ruthlessly pretended not to see the buyers who were still trying to contact him, ignored the new message prompts that continued to increase, cleanly exited the dark web, and then turned off the computer.

Dazai Osamu jumped up from his swivel chair, folded his hands and stretched, while stretching he uttered a gloating remark: "Mr. Mori will probably have a headache for a long time this time."

As for the fact that there were guns everywhere in Yokohama, but few people were selling them to foreign countries who were willing to buy them at high prices, a smart man like Dazai Osamu naturally noticed the incongruity a long time ago. Unlike ordinary people who only obeyed all the established unspoken rules, he was more willing to think about and explore the secrets behind this unreasonable phenomenon, and soon made some gains.

Many years ago when the old leader was still in power, the Port Mafia had no such unspoken rule at all. It was not until Mori Ogai planned to kill the old leader and replaced him that this rule, which was not really a rule, was followed by the new Port Mafia. Even after the new leader Douma came to power, it was silently followed.

As for how much effort Moriogai had exerted and how many brain cells he had consumed, this was naturally unknown to Dazai Osamu, who had been secretly observing his teacher.

Dazai Osamu was thoroughly enjoying ruining the secret plot of his hated teacher. Staying up all night was no problem at all, not to mention the idea of ​​competing with Nakahara Chuuya mixed in, which made him even less sleepy.

No matter how sleepy he was, he didn't want to eat, which made the man in a black suit who had been standing by couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he had a body of iron, he couldn't stand being treated like this by Lord Dazai.

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Dazai Osamu, who usually looks lazy and doesn't care much about his work, has changed his behavior this time. He tries to save as much sleep as possible, and even needs his subordinates to keep nagging in his ears before he can eat a few bites of food with great difficulty.

Dazai Osamu reached out and took the crab meat Meiji from the tray, and while eating, he muttered vaguely: "You guys are really getting bolder and bolder."

This level of accusation was just a drop in the bucket for the battle-hardened man in black suit. He pretended not to hear Dazai's whispered complaints, and continued to prepare coffee for his difficult boss with swift hands and feet.

Unlike other adults in high positions who prefer to drink black coffee, Dazai Osamu's preference is more mainstream. He doesn't like the bitter taste, so he adds milk and sugar to his coffee.

A cup of latte was quickly placed next to Dazai Osamu. The man in the black suit, who had been busy for a while, finally finished the work at hand. He stood behind Dazai Osamu with his hands folded on his abdomen. If you ignore his bulging muscles, he looks like a butler.

Although Dazai Osamu was very picky about the food he ate, and people once suspected that he would starve himself to death, when it came to his favorite crab meat, he was still quite polite and swallowed a small piece of it.

As for the few pieces of Meiji crab left on the plate, Dazai Osamu picked and ate the crab meat carefully, while leaving the toast and other side dishes untouched.

After finishing all the crab meat on the plate, Dazai Osamu picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip. The perfect sweetness made him take another sip with satisfaction. After putting down the cup, he rarely gave a "good" evaluation.

The air was silent for a few seconds before the man in the black suit belatedly realized that the "not bad" that Lord Dazai had just said was actually for him?

This really excited the man in the black suit. They had always seen that Lord Dazai was stingy with compliments. You know, even Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was brought back by Lord Dazai as a student and direct subordinate, had never received a "good" evaluation so far, but he unexpectedly received one today.

What to do? I always feel that after they return to Yokohama, he will be assassinated by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the wicked Yui. The man in the black suit was scared by his own imagination and broke into a cold sweat. The power of [Rashomon] can be seen.

A crisp snap startled the man in the black suit. He put his increasingly bad imagination behind him and looked towards the source of the sound.

Dazai-sama, whose face had turned red from eating, was banging his fists against his palms, muttering to himself, "Oh, I actually forgot to tell the boss about the plan to smuggle arms and sell them to the outside world."

"What...what?!" The man in black suit was shocked on the spot. Is it really okay to act on his own?

Facts have proven that acting on one's own initiative depends on the individual. Others may not be able to do so in Douma's place, but Dazai Osamu obviously can.

When Douma, who was far away in Yokohama, received the news that Dazai Osamu had acted first and reported later, he was stunned for a moment and then put the matter aside.

It’s not that Douma is so easy to fool, but since he has already handed over all the matters in Tokyo to Dazai Osamu, he just needs to trust him and wait for good news.

Although Douma has become more and more mean since he became the leader, he definitely doesn't want to be the kind of mean person who orders his subordinates to do things while he still gives orders. Wait, he seems to be no longer a human? Oh, that's fine.

Douma was making a joke in his mind while promising Dazai Osamu on the other end of the phone: "It's okay, Dazai-kun, you can do whatever you want, you can rest assured about me."

As for what to be assured of, that is a tacit understanding among smart people.

Dazai Osamu naturally understood the double meaning of Douma's words: he trusted him and was willing to block the official forces that would definitely go to the port mafia to hold him accountable later.

The situation that had been secretly balanced was easily broken by Dazai Osamu. Those people will definitely not let go of this matter easily.

Dazai Osamu, who is currently hiding in the dark, may make it difficult for the government to find him for a while, but Douma, who has been staying in the Hong Kong underworld building, can catch him every time. He is also Dazai Osamu's boss, so if the government doesn't hold him responsible, who else can they hold responsible?

The only thing that Dazai Osamu was uncertain about when he came up with this plan was to what extent the Transcendence's golden signboard would be effective, how the government's attitude towards Douma would change, and whether it would lead to the government's boycott or even encirclement and suppression of the port mafia.

However, at this moment, all of Dazai's previous worries disappeared under Douma's promise, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that Douma was a pretty good leader. Well... at least much better than when Mr. Mori was in office.

Mori Ouwai: ??? Are you polite?

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