Chapter 24

Hirotsu Liulang led the Black Lizard Force and naturally took over the police's duties and surrounded Yokohama First Mental Hospital.

Faced with the deployment of Yokohama's No. 1 underground force, the Port Mafia, the driven police could only retreat in anger and make way for the Port Mafia.

Only the rookie police officers, who are fearless and unafraid of tigers, still want to step forward and argue with these mafia members who are wearing black suits and waving guns in front of the police.

"Don't go over there, come back here." The veteran police officer reached out and grabbed the daring new policeman in time.

"But..." The new police officer was unwilling to accept the situation and tried to explain, but the old police officer quickly covered his mouth and warned him fiercely: "Don't cause trouble."

The old police officer winked at the other police officer, and the two of them worked together to pull the man away, thus avoiding some unnecessary trouble.

Such a development that is incomprehensible to the outside world could only happen in Yokohama.

Guangjin Liulang ignored the commotion of the police. They were just a bunch of rubbish, and they probably wouldn't dare to cause any trouble. He looked at the lower-level member who was in charge of sealing the gate and asked, "Has Mr. Dazai gone in?"

Being asked this question suddenly, the lower-level member who had always been responsible for doing some chores seemed very nervous. He stuttered and replied, "Yes... yes, Master Hirotsu, Mr. Dazai has been in for a while."

Hearing this, Guangjin Liulang was obviously relieved. He turned his head and ordered his subordinates behind him: "You all come in with me."

The fully armed black lizards responded in unison and followed Guangjin Liulang into the quiet and eerie hospital.

The black lizards turned a blind eye to the bloody and horrifying environment around them and searched every room in an orderly manner. When they encountered irrational lunatics who only knew how to attack, they would shoot without mercy.

Guangjin Liulang walked past the crowd and approached the madman who still wanted to attack him with one breath left. He bent down and examined him carefully, and he had an idea in his mind.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were unknown black and purple handprints on his body.

It seems that Mr. Mori's guess was correct. This incident was indeed caused by a person with special abilities. After confirming this in his mind, Hirotsu Liulang turned around and warned his subordinates, "Be careful. This place may be quite dangerous."

The black lizards, who originally thought this mission was easy, immediately became serious and moved much more cautiously.

This building is so old that it doesn't even have an elevator, so the group could only explore by going up the stairs one floor at a time.

As soon as he explored to the second floor, Guangjin Liulang saw with his own eyes that the madman who was indiscriminately attacking the surroundings suddenly fainted with his eyes rolled back, and the strange black and purple handprints on his body also disappeared, as if the supernatural power acting on his body had been lifted.

Realizing that the troublemaker seemed to have been dealt with, Hirotsu Liulang led his men back to the stairwell, wanting to reunite with Dazai Osamu.

As a result, the next second, the sharp five senses of the psychic allowed Guangjin Liulang to hear the footsteps coming from above before anyone else, and he quickly made a gesture to silence his subordinates behind him.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The crisp, rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell.

Guangjin Liulang carefully leaned his head over and looked up through the gap in the stairs. He vaguely caught a glimpse of a familiar color.

Oak white, is that Douma-san? Why is he here?

Before Hirotsu Liulang could figure it out, he saw Douma, who was wearing a black windbreaker and looked very imposing, coming down the stairs. He was holding a child covered in blood in his arms. Hirotsu Liulang's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Mr. Douma, who is this child...?"

Douma lowered his eyes to look at Yumeno Hisasaku who was sleeping in his arms: "He is the one with special abilities who caused this commotion."

"I see." Guangjin Liulang nodded, thinking that it was just as he expected. How could a scary man like Douma save someone? Even if the other person was a pitiful child, such a thing would never happen.

While the two were talking, another sound of more brisk footsteps was heard, approaching them quickly.

Guangjin Liulang narrowed his eyes and looked up vigilantly.

Seeing that Mr. Hirotsu was very nervous, Douma said hurriedly, "It's Dazai Osamu."

"It's Mr. Dazai." Hirotsu Yanagirami's tense muscles relaxed.

“……” Douma was silent.

However, Mr. Guangjin, you are so old, and you are so sensible to address a 14-year-old boy as "sir". Is this really okay? You have to know that Dazai Osamu at this time is not the double black who dominated the inner world at the age of 18.

Apparently, Hirotsu Liulang thought this was quite good, and even bowed to Dazai Osamu who jumped down the stairs lively.

As a student of the new leader, Dazai Osamu's identity is worthy of him doing so, and Hirotsu Liulang has a hunch that Dazai Osamu is not a simple person.

"Mr. Hirotsu, you're late." Dazai Osamu stood on the steps, his eyes that were not bound by the bandage slightly curved into a crescent shape.

Guangjin Liulang did not make any excuses. He raised his right arm to stop his subordinate who wanted to say something, and admitted his fault directly and crisply: "I'm sorry, this is my fault."

"I'm just kidding, don't take it so seriously." Dazai Osamu said half-seriously, and patted Hirotsu Liulang on the shoulder, signaling him not to be so nervous.

After scaring Hirotsu Liulang with evil intentions, Dazai Osamu turned his attention to Douma. He smiled meaningfully: "Come to think of it, Douma-kun, how did you know how to deal with this kid? Did you know him before?"

Douma, who was named, raised his eyes slightly, looked into Dazai Osamu's deep iris-colored eyes, and uttered only two words: "...Intuition."

The more you say, the more mistakes you make. It is better to say less when dealing with a person like Dazai Osamu. As long as he doesn't tell the secret of time travel, no one will guess in that direction.

"Okay, if you say so." Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows. Even with his skills as a lie detector, he couldn't find any flaws in the other person. Douma's expressions, movements, and eyes all passed the test.

But, it's too qualified.

He didn't think that what he noticed upstairs was just his own illusion. However, it was more reasonable to think that Douma knew this kid and knew how to deal with him beforehand, rather than that Douma was a soft-hearted good person.

Thinking of how carefully Douma held the child, Dazai smiled. He pointed at a man in a black suit and said, "You, go over and help Douma hold the child."

Douma had no objection to this. He would have to play with an umbrella when he went out later, and it was indeed not convenient to hold a child in his arms.

However, a minor problem occurred during the handover.

"Hmm..." The sleeping Yumeno Hisasaku felt the pain in the wound and groaned with frowned eyebrows.

Almost in the next second, the man who accidentally hurt Yumeno Hisasaku when taking over the black suit had a black and purple handprint on his right cheek.

He was marked.

At the same time, the scary doll that was just eliminated by Dazai Osamu's [No Longer Human] upstairs reappeared in Yumeno Hisasaku's arms. Dazai Osamu, who had already guessed this, deliberately showed a surprised expression, pointing at the black suit and yelling, "Ah, you triggered your supernatural power."

“What…what.” The man in black suit froze in place, not daring to move.

Douma: ...Let me see whether I believe your performance or not.

It doesn't take a high IQ or strong observation skills to see through Dazai Osamu's disguise. As long as you recognize Dazai Osamu's identity as the script team, everything will be solved.

Once you have the answer, the reverse process will be very simple.

Douma's indifferent attitude made Dazai Osamu feel bored and he clicked his tongue.

Having lost interest in continuing the performance, Dazai Osamu lazily reached out and touched the reappearing scary doll, removing the mark on the black suit.

The experienced Guangjin Liulang did not participate in the open and secret struggles between the two people. He watched the situation closely and only stepped forward to call on his subordinates to clean up the mess when he realized that the matter was over.

They said they were cleaning up the mess, but in fact they were just handing over those trivial and unimportant follow-up matters to the police to handle, and they went straight back to the Hong Kong triad building.

Naturally, on the way back, Douma and Dazai Osamu rode in the same car, and there was no one else in the car except the driver in front.

As soon as the car started, the driver was very sensible and raised the soundproof baffle on his own initiative without any reminder from the people in the back seat, not intending to hear any secrets.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die. For people in their line of work, the fewer secrets you know, the safer you are and the longer you can live.

The suffocating silence did not last long.

Dazai Osamu's bandaged index finger was idly tracing the car window. He did not turn to look at Douma, but only stared at the pattern he had drawn. Without warning, he suddenly said, "You know his ability very well."

The 'he' here obviously refers to Yumeno Hisasaku, and Douma could naturally hear it, but there was no way he could admit it.

At this time, the benefits of the shell's disobedience became apparent.

"Huh?" Douma made a puzzled sound, pretending that he didn't understand.

“Hahaha…” Dazai Osamu smiled and turned to look at Douma. His eyes told Douma that he was very sure about this.

Not to be outdone, Douma stared back, taking full advantage of the deceptive nature of his shell and smiling very 'sincerely', revealing his two pointy little fangs.

For some reason, Dazai didn't dwell on this point. He took the initiative to change the subject: "It's really interesting. It's okay if there are only two of us. If there is a third person present, it would be difficult to distinguish our voices."

Seeing that Dazai Osamu did not continue to pursue this point, Douma breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly continued the conversation: "Well, it's a coincidence. Obviously, there is no blood relationship between us."

"Eh——Are you so sure, Douma-kun?" Dazai Osamu stretched out his tone and showed a meaningful smile.

Because the two of them were not from the same world, Douma was very sure that his heart skipped a beat. He replied calmly, "Just looking at the hair color and eye color, we can't be related by blood."

"Maybe we are distant relatives." Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks unconvinced.

Even though Dazai Osamu behaved very 'normally' along the way, Douma couldn't relax at all. He had to go over all the conversations in his mind several times before he dared to speak them out loud, because he always felt that this black mud spirit was secretly testing him.

When getting off the bus, Dazai suddenly mentioned Yumeno Hisasaku: "That kid seems to like you very much. I'll talk to Mr. Mori and arrange for him to sit next to you. How about that?"

Douma felt a headache when he thought of Yumeno Hisasaku who was bewitched and joined the cult on the spot, but he couldn't say the slightest word to refuse.

In Fumino's story, Yumeno Hisasaku, who was only thirteen years old at the time, appeared very rarely, but the description of his experience was not good.

Q, who was called a 'living disaster' by Wu Qingzai, was just a five-year-old child who knew nothing at this point in time. There was still time for everything.

If we leave it alone and let Yumeno Hisasaku be raised by Mori Obi, who has no idea how to raise a child, like in the original novel, then the 'living disaster' who would take his own people's lives for fun will be born as expected.

As an adult who still has a bit of conscience left, Douma reluctantly compromised: "I have no opinion."

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up slightly without leaving any trace. He was very satisfied with the result of this test.

Two completely opposite qualities, bloodthirsty and cruel, and gentle and soft-hearted, actually appear in the same person at the same time. Douma is such an interesting person.

Although Douma didn't know that he had aroused the interest of the troublesome black mud spirit, he was well aware that Dazai Osamu was not easy to mess with. Whenever he chatted with him, he always had a bad feeling that he would be exposed at any time.

Therefore, Douma opened the door almost immediately after the car stopped, and before getting out of the car, he did not forget to say goodbye to Dazai Osamu: "Goodbye, Dazai-kun."

Perhaps because he was so happy to get rid of this troublesome black mud spirit, Douma couldn't help but reveal a huge smile, which was extremely bright.

"Goodbye, Douma-kun." Dazai Osamu looked at Douma's flawless fake smile and responded with a sweet smile.

Douma, who was shocked by Dazai Osamu's sweet smile, shuddered in his heart, and his bad premonition became even more serious. Is this guy going to get him?

Fortunately, the shell of the Upper Rank Two was quite strong, so even though Douma was panicking, outsiders couldn't tell anything was wrong.

Dazai Osamu's iris-colored eyes, like a deep cold pond, stared at Douma's departing back without blinking, as if he didn't care at all about being discovered.

Tong Mo, feeling as if he had been stabbed in the back, walked slowly into the Hong Kong Black Building holding a black umbrella. His final stubbornness made him choose not to flee.

In Dazai Osamu's eyes, this made Douma seem unfathomable and difficult to guess. After all, his pretended calm attitude could not deceive his eyes.

Soon they brought back news of a person suspected of having the ability to control the mind, and the news spread among the upper echelons of the port mafia.

The group of people who were dissatisfied with Sen Ouwai's promotion to the top could no longer sit still after hearing the news.

In the eyes of the opposition, the three people who were responsible for bringing the people back this time, Dazai Osamu, Douma, and Hirotsu Yanami, can be arranged from left to right according to their close relationship with Mori Ogai.

The first one is Dazai Osamu, a student and assistant of Mori Gugai, who is highly regarded by Mori Gugai. Although he has not officially joined the Port Mafia, he has already gained considerable reputation within the Port Mafia.

The second Douma is a direct subordinate of Ozaki Kouyo, one of the five major cadres. At first glance, he has no direct relationship with Mori Gugai, but it is well known that Douma joined the Port Mafia after being persuaded by Mori Gugai, and the probability of him supporting Mori Gugai to take the position is very high.

The third one is Guangjin Liulang, the centurion of the Black Lizards, a combat unit directly under the leader. They had tried to contact him before, but Guangjin Liulang was like a die-hard royalist who would not change his mind. As long as Sen Ouwai was sitting in the position of leader, he would not act rashly.

These three people all have a close relationship with Mori Ougai, and the people with special abilities brought back by them will naturally become Mori Ougai's supporters.

It would be fine if it was just a normal psychic, but this one was suspected to be a mind control type. Mind control and reality change are both considered to be one of the strongest types of psychic abilities. They are the strongest psychic abilities among all psychics, and they are also the heretics that everyone is wary of.

Although the opposition is still unclear about this person's specific abilities, he is definitely not easy to deal with. With his joining, Mori Owl will be even more powerful and will suppress them so that they can no longer cause any trouble.

The opposition, who did not want to sit and wait for death, began to connect. The original opposition was actually divided into two factions, led by Officer Kobayashi and Officer Hisada respectively.

It's just that these two cadres were not submissive to each other before, so they had never united. After all, one of them didn't want to be the leader, but there was only one leader position.

Unfortunately, the situation is urgent now, and they can't slowly discuss the distribution of benefits after the success. The most urgent thing is to join forces to bring down the unethical Mori Ougai, and then talk about the rest later.

So that night, Officer Kobayashi and Officer Hisada reached a secret consensus in the building belonging to Officer Kobayashi, which was on the right wing of the Godongkoku building.

The two people, each with their own ulterior motives, smiled at each other and clasped their hands tightly, as if to say that the alliance between them was unbreakable.

At this time, the conference room was filled with the two cadres' trusted confidants. Seeing this, they cheered excitedly. With the two cadres joining forces, this battle was doomed to succeed, and they would also benefit from it.

In an inconspicuous corner of the conference room stood a tall, sturdy, and handsome man in a black suit. He was out of tune with the excited crowd around him and had a sense of being out of place and dull.

This person is none other than Yuta Fukutake, who had interacted with Douma several times and successfully converted to the sect.

The reason why Fukutake Yuta appears here is because he is very useful in the plans of Officers Kobayashi and Hisada.

If they want to ascend to the position of leader legitimately after getting rid of Mori Owl, the presence of Fukutake Yuta is indispensable.

As a close attendant serving the previous leader, Fukutake Yuta was the person closest to the previous leader. The previous leader's last words announced by him were equal to the Silver Oracle in Mori Ogai's hand, whose authenticity was unknown.

By then, with Fukutake Yuta coming forward to testify, at least no one will openly question the correctness of their ascension to the position.

As for whether Fukutake Yuta himself is willing?

This was a very stupid question in the eyes of the opposition. After all, since the death of the previous leader, the once glorious Fukutake Yuta had been marginalized. How could a man tolerate this?

Therefore, the opposition trusts Fukutake Yuta very much, otherwise they would not allow him to participate in such an important meeting that can determine the future of all of them.

However, the reality is certainly not what they thought. After successfully joining the church, Fukutake Yuta is no longer the same person he used to be.

The power and interests that once obsessed Fukutake Yuta are now a thing of the past, and the most important person in his heart is now Lord Douma.

Douma-sama's position is his position!

"I wish us a pleasant cooperation, Officer Kobayashi." Officer Hisata smiled and patted Officer Kobayashi on the shoulder.

Officer Kobayashi's eyes flashed with impatience, but he didn't slap away Officer Hisata's outstretched claws. He held back his anger and vented it on the other two officers: "Ah, it's time to teach those two ignorant idiots a lesson."

Before, he tried to persuade the colonel's officers and Ozaki Momiji in a nice way, but they didn't appreciate it at all and rejected his advances very rudely.

After that, Kobayashi, the cadre who had been rejected, took a heavy slap in his heart.

"You should have abdicated long ago and let those old guys and the wet-behind-the-ears girl take over. Officer Kobayashi, there's no need to be angry with them." Anger flashed across Officer Hisata's face.

It was clear that Hisada, who aspired to be the leader, had also failed in the same way.

"I don't know what they were thinking. They actually supported Mori Ougai, an underground black doctor who knows nothing, to take the position. They are so stupid. When they fall into my hands... hehe." Officer Kobayashi had a sinister look on his face. Although he didn't continue speaking, everyone present knew what he meant.

The subordinates who had good sense immediately responded to what their boss had not yet said. For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire conference room became heated, filled with unbearable words.

Fukutake Yuta listened to the people around him talking in a contemptuous tone about how they would torture the colonel officers and the members of the Ozaki officer faction after they succeeded. He clenched his fists in anger, and his nails, which had not been trimmed in time, dug deeply into his flesh.

Lord Douma, whom he regards as a god, is one of the core members of Ozaki Kanbu's faction.

Being able to stay safely beside the irritable previous leader for so long, Fukutake Yuta's ability to manage his facial expressions must be outstanding.

None of the excited leaders around noticed the anger burning in Fukutake Yuta at the moment. Some even nodded to him in a friendly manner after noticing his gaze.

Realizing that he had attracted the attention of others, Fukutake Yuta suppressed the rage in his heart and tried to calmly think about how to inform Lord Douma of this matter in a timely manner.

Although these people seemed to trust him very much, his cell phone had been confiscated by them a long time ago, and he was being watched closely. Let alone running to inform Douma-sama, he would not have the chance to use electronic equipment to report the news.

Just when Fukutake Yuta was getting anxious, the Kobayashi and Hisada officers above him announced the adjournment of the meeting and asked everyone to go downstairs to have a good rest and recuperate before taking action in the second half of the night.

"Only success is allowed, failure is not allowed, do you understand?" Officer Kobayashi made the final mobilization while everyone was still there.

"Yes." Everyone below responded in unison.

The confident voices of a group of strong men gathered together, the effect was so deafening.

If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing of this conference room and the fact that this place is within the sphere of influence of Kobayashi's group, their plan would have been exposed in advance because of this little oolong.

Fukutake Yuta was very inconspicuous among the leaving crowd. He walked out of the conference room without any abnormality and slowly fell behind the crowd.

When others saw Fukutake Yuta's hesitation, they did not become suspicious.

In their impression, Fukutake Yuta is always in this unhurried state, or maybe that's why he was able to survive under the previous leader.

Hard work pays off, or perhaps God is on Douma-sama's side. At the end of the corridor, Fukutake Yuta saw a familiar-looking person, the president of Douma-sama's fan club.

Against the backdrop of a group of tall and strong men, the thin Masaki Yuto wearing a pair of glasses is the perfect interpretation of what it means to be weak, pitiful and helpless.

A leader with a bad temper deliberately used his muscular shoulder to hit the chick-like Masaki Yuto, and as expected, knocked him to the ground.

The leader who deliberately bumped into people laughed maliciously. He looked down at Masaki Yuto who had dropped his glasses. Just before Masaki Yuto successfully groped for his glasses with squinting eyes, he stretched out his right foot and stomped the glasses into pieces.

"Sorry, I didn't see it." The leader's insincere tone sounded more like a mockery than an apology.

Masaki Yuto had encountered this kind of malicious joke many times in the port mafia. He put his broken glasses back on his nose as usual, raised his head and looked at the strong man who was facing the sun and couldn't see his face clearly, and said, "It's okay."

Masaki Yuto's calm reaction made the leader lose interest in continuing to play tricks on him: "Tsk, old-fashioned people are just not fun."

The chief no longer paid any attention to the dishevelled Masaki Yuto, and deliberately stepped on the documents scattered on the ground with his black leather shoes until the snow-white pages were covered with black footprints. Only then did he leave with satisfaction.

The people around who were at the same level as the leader remained silent, but just watched the farce with interest, and only left with laughter when they saw it was over.

Fukutake Yuta, who was the last one to come, waited until everyone turned the corner before slowly walking to Masaki Yuto's side, squatting down and helping pick up the scattered and dirty documents on the ground.

Seeing this, Masaki Yuto quickly changed to a kneeling position and rushed to clean up the mess on the ground, while still refusing, "Master Fukutake, this is too much trouble for you, I can do it myself."

Fukutake Yuta continued to move as if he hadn't heard anything, picking up documents page by page. After making sure that no one was around, he whispered calmly, "Inform Lord Douma that Officer Kobayashi and Officer Hisada are planning to usurp the throne in the second half of the night."☉

Hearing this, Masaki Yuto's body stiffened, but returned to normal the next second. He hummed in a very soft voice, and after taking the documents handed over by Fukutake Yuta, he did not show any abnormality. He thanked Fukutake Yuta very calmly, bowed, and then turned and left.

Fukutake Yuta took a deep look at Masaki Yuto's back and said: "Don't let Douma-sama down, Masaki-kun. Otherwise, I will take your place as the president of the fan club."

Masaki Yuto is unaware of Fukutake Yuta's hidden evil ambitions. Although he appears to be very normal now, he is actually extremely nervous at the moment.

After all, he suddenly learned of such explosive news and was entrusted with an important task.

Although he had worked for the violent organization Port Mafia for a long time, he had always been a safe civilian. He had never experienced such a big battle in person.

It's too dangerous to pass on this kind of news. If he gets caught, not only him but also his family might be implicated. But...but this matter concerns Lord Douma!

In a tangled state, Masaki Yuto slowed down his pace. He bit his lips anxiously, and his hand holding the document gradually tightened until his fingers turned pale. However, he did not notice this at all, as his mind was completely focused on what choice he should make.

Finally, Masaki Yuto made up his mind. He walked quickly in the direction of leaving with a determined look in his eyes, and rehearsed in his mind how he would answer questions without arousing suspicion if someone asked him questions.

As expected, when Masaki Yuto took the elevator to the first floor and was about to walk out the door, a man in a black suit belonging to Kobayashi's cadre blocked his way and asked suspiciously, "Wait, why did you come down so quickly? Didn't you just go upstairs to deliver a document?"

Masaki Yuto took a deep breath nervously, then used his lifelong acting skills to show a natural wry smile, and showed the document in his hand full of black footprints: "There was a small accident, so I can't send it. I have to go back and print another copy and send it to Master Kobayashi."

The man in the black suit looked up and down at the miserable Masaki Yuto, and sneered contemptuously. It was obvious that this weakling had just been bullied upstairs. He turned aside to make way and nodded nonchalantly: "Okay, you can go now."

Hearing this, Masaki Yuto breathed a sigh of relief, and ran out of the door holding the documents tightly in his arms as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word. It was not until he was safely out of the jurisdiction of Kobayashi's department and ran into the main building of the safe Minato Black Building that Masaki Yuto finally let go of the worry in his heart.

So, when Douma opened the door in response to the hurried knocks, what he saw was Masaki Yuto, whose face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Douma couldn't help but make a puzzled sound: "What's wrong with you? You're so flustered."

"Huff...Huff..." Masaki Yuto, who was not good at exercise, took a deep breath. After finally catching his breath, he stuttered out the words Fukutake Yuta had asked him to say: "Officers Kobayashi... and...Officers Hisada, in the second half of the night...are going to usurp the throne."

"..." Douma, who only wanted to stay in the free cafeteria (crossed out) port mafia and be a slacker, was speechless for a long time.

No, why are you telling me such an important thing? Shouldn't you hurry up to the top floor and report to Mori Owl? Douma couldn't help but roar like a dragon in his heart.

Wait, Officer Kobayashi and Officer Hisada? Aren't these two the top two names on the death list that Mori Ogai passed to him through Dazai Osamu?

Thinking of this, Douma suddenly realized something and looked at Masaki Yuto: "Who asked you to bring this news to me?"

Masaki Yuto then remembered that he had forgotten to mention this matter, and he quickly replied: "It was Lord Fukutake, the previous leader's close attendant."

Hearing this, Douma couldn't help but laugh.

The news that the opposition was going to deal with Mori Ougai happened to be known to Fukutake Yuta, who was good friends with him. Then Fukutake Yuta, who wanted to tell him about this news, happened to meet another good friend of his, Masaki Yuto, and finally the information smoothly reached his hands.

Are there really such coincidences in the world?

Oh, if you say that the black fox outside Mori Owl wasn’t behind this, Douma wouldn’t believe it at all.

"Lord Douma?" Masaki Yuto was confused. He didn't understand why Lord Douma laughed after hearing his answer. Did he just say something funny?

Douma came to his senses and found that Masaki Yuto had an expression of doubt about his life, so he comforted him: "Thank you for taking the risk to inform me, but this matter is too dangerous for you. Let me handle it, and you just need to pretend that you know nothing from now on."

The gentle and caring words turned into a warm current, soothing Masaki Yuto's uneasy heart. He showed a relieved expression and bowed deeply to Douma: "Yes, Douma-sama."

Seeing that Masaki Yuto's eyes were quickly turning red, Douma was speechless. It was just an ordinary thank you, so there was no need to react so exaggeratedly.

There is no good end for xie followers! (Very loud)

Now Douma is very scared. Will the Port Mafia really become the Yokohama branch of the Church of Eternal Bliss one day?

It's impossible. He's not the second Upper Rank, so how could such a ridiculous thing happen? Douma tried hard to suppress the ominous premonition in his heart and focus on the present.

After Masaki Yuto left, Douma took his golden iron fan and headed straight for the building where Kobayashi's cadre was in charge, intending to catch them all in one fell swoop.

As for what Mori Ougai wanted, did he want him to eliminate all the rebels?

He certainly can't listen.

It is impossible to solve all the problems. We can only catch the leader first and use the two leading cadres as an example to scare the monkeys.

Among the five black buildings in Hong Kong, the entrance of the building where the left wing is under the jurisdiction of Kobayashi's cadre.

The two men in black suits guarding the gate knew some of the inside story in advance, so they were looking around with extreme vigilance, paying attention to any possible movement.

Then they vaguely saw a figure in a neat black coat approaching, and their hearts immediately skipped a beat.

The reason is very simple. According to the unspoken rules of the port mafia, the lower-level members all wear the most ordinary black suits. Anyone who dares to dress so handsomely and impressively can't be a small figure.

At this sensitive time, what they fear most is the arrival of high-ranking port mafia officials from other factions.

However, what was despairing was that their people and those under Hisata were all on standby in the building behind them. The people coming over at this moment must be the hostile faction they did not want to see.

When the figure came closer, the two of them could see clearly that it was the port mafia supernova who has been a hot topic recently: Douma.

Although Douma has only joined the Port Mafia for three months, he has risen to the top at lightning speed and is now serving as a direct subordinate of Ozaki's cadre. He is also one of the hot candidates for promotion to cadre level as voted by the Port Mafia's internal forum.

This is not good! The two men in black suits thought so but they could only bite the bullet and try their best to block the way of Douma, a powerful psychic. At the same time, they frantically pressed the alarm hidden in their pockets, trying to remind the people inside that there was an emergency at the door and that fire support was needed.

Their top priority now is to buy time for the large force on standby in the building.

The man in the black suit was quite quick-witted. He racked his brains to come up with a plausible excuse and said, "I'm sorry, Master Douma. Master Kobayashi is receiving an important guest. It's inconvenient for you to come in now."

"Really?" Douma smiled kindly.

Just when the two thought Douma was easy to talk to and were about to go home, they heard Douma speak again: "I don't believe it."

Hearing this, the two men in black suits who were feeling lucky experienced, in just a few seconds, what it meant to fall from heaven to hell.

Watching Douma continue walking inside unmoved.

The man in a black suit quickly pulled out the pistol from his armpit and pointed the muzzle at Douma's heart. He warned him in a guilty voice, "Master Douma, you can't go any further. This is an order personally issued by Officer Kobayashi. Do you want to disobey your superior's order?"

In the port mafia, insubordination is a very serious crime.

However, even after he said that, Douma seemed not to have heard the "Officer Kobayashi" he had specifically emphasized, and his steps forward showed no intention of stopping. The smile on the corners of his mouth even became wider, revealing two small fangs that particularly piqued his XP.

However, these little canine teeth, which usually look so cute on a delicate girl, gave Douma a weird feeling that made his back shiver when they appeared on him.

Before the man in the black suit could think further, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. The last thing he saw before he fell into coma was a brilliant golden light. What was that...?

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two men in black suits standing in front of Douma fell straight to the ground with a muffled thud.

Douma had already passed them at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and broke directly into the enemy's (?) base camp, appearing in the lobby on the first floor.

At this moment, the large force that had just received the alarm from the gatekeeper had already changed its standby status to clearing out the unaware intruders.

A large number of fully armed men in black suits, holding submachine guns, poured out from every corner of the hall. Without any hesitation, they raised their guns and aimed at Douma and shot.

Amid the dense gunfire, Douma shuttled back and forth between the flames, seemingly slowly but actually quickly. His leisurely posture scared the men in black suits who kept pulling the triggers so much that they couldn't help but sweat streaming down their foreheads.

The disparity in strength between people with special abilities and ordinary people is vividly reflected at this moment.

And Douma's next action also proves that it is not wrong for these people to feel afraid.

Douma smiled and unfolded a pair of folding fans in his hands, revealing the golden fans that were shining even more beautifully under the luxurious crystal lamps. He waved them lightly in the direction of the crowd and said, "Blood Demon Art: Freezing Cloud."

A large amount of ice crystals spread rapidly like mist, submerging the entire hall before anyone could react.