Chapter 30

Hearing the sarcasm in Douma's tone, Randou Quesi was not surprised at all, because he was not interested in the "Stone of the Sage". How could a truly strong man be deceived by such a ridiculous external object?

The "Stone of Sages" that could cause a bloody storm in the outside world was placed on the tea table beside them without any protection.

Regardless of whether the effect of the "Stone of the Sage" is as magical as the legend says, at least the bottle used as the outer packaging is very exquisitely made and beautiful.

In other words, it is easy to attract children's attention.

So, while the two adults were busy exchanging information, the priceless "Stone of the Wise" unknowingly became a toy in the hands of Yumeno Hisasaku and was at risk of being shattered at any time.

Fortunately, this thrilling scene was not seen by outsiders, otherwise those powerful people who were pursuing immortality would have gone completely crazy.

"The news came from there that the transaction will be held at an amusement park tonight." As Lan Tang was speaking, he caught a glimpse of Yumeno Hisasaku playing the toss-and-catch game with the 'Stone of the Sage' out of the corner of his eye, and his eyelids could not help but twitch.

After all, it is an important trading item. If it breaks, tonight’s deal will be ruined.

"Are the time and place decided by the other party?" Tong Mo asked in surprise, but surprisingly did not get an answer from Lan Tang.

Lan Tang's pause caught Douma's attention. He looked in the direction of his sight and found that his troublesome kid was making a mess.

Douma's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he quickly picked up the "Stone of the Sage" that was almost dropped to the ground, and then he let go of the worry in his heart.

Facts have proven that if there are children at home, adults have a lot to pay attention to.

The toy suddenly disappeared mysteriously. Yumeno Hisasaku looked around in confusion, only to find that the two adults were staring at him with the same indescribable look in their eyes.

Oops, I seem to have gotten into trouble again. Yumeno Hisasaku stuck out his tongue cutely, trotted over to Douma, rubbed against his shoulders like a kitten, and said in a baby voice, "Douma-nii, I was wrong!"

Ah, here he is, the little bad boy who actively admits his mistakes and never changes his ways. Douma sighed inwardly, and skillfully picked up a big red apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table and stuffed it into Yumeno Hisaku's small fleshy hand: "Be good."

As a resentful parent, what can Douma do? Of course he should forgive him!

"Yeah." Yumeno Hisasaku nodded obediently, blinked his watery almond eyes, and took a bite, leaving a small tooth mark on the apple.

Douma looked at the profile of Yumeno Hisasaku as he concentrated on eating an apple, and was satisfied to find that they didn't have to worry about this little bad boy coming over to cause trouble for a while.

Lan Tang, who had been watching the whole process, couldn't help but fall into deep thought. For a moment, he almost thought that these two were a warm father and son.

But reason reminded Lan Tang that all this was just an illusion. The so-called ordinary warm father and son did not exist. The truth before his eyes was actually a monster playing house.

Douma, who acts as a parent, seems gentle, but his beautiful eyes show no emotion from beginning to end. As a child, Yumeno Hisasaku's nature as a demon child has spread throughout the port mafia in just a few days.

Well, maybe it's because both of them are monsters who don't understand human nature that they get along so well with each other unexpectedly?

Lan Tang's intuition as a top spy told him that the interaction between the two people did not seem to be a simple act, so he naturally rushed towards another wrong guess.

After being delayed for such a while, there was not enough time left for the agreed transaction time. After all, they had to add the driving time.

Douma glanced at the time on the wall and decided not to waste any more time. He squatted down and rubbed Yumeno Kusaku's head, which was very soft and smooth. "I'm sorry, Kusaku. I said I would have fun with you for a few days, but I suddenly have to go to work."

Yumeno Hisasaku was munching on an apple as big as his head with all his heart. When he heard Douma say that, his cheeks bulged like a guinea pig eating and stopped moving. His almond-shaped eyes seemed to be able to talk and were filled with disappointment, but he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Douma-nii, go do your work. Hisasaku can take care of himself."

Lan Tang leaned his back against the door frame, patiently observing the farewell interaction between the old and the young, but was very surprised to find that even with his eyesight he could not find any flaws between the two of them.

However, this kind of warm interaction between Douma and Yumeno Hisasaku is itself the biggest flaw.

In order to comfort Yumeno Hisaku, who was obviously disappointed but still very well behaved, Douma got a little carried away and promised to take him out to play next time.

"Great!" Yumeno Hisasaku shouted excitedly, and then ran around the house happily.

Seeing that his child had regained his former vitality, Douma felt relieved and left to go to work.

By the time they arrived at the designated location at a speeding speed, there was just a little extra time left before the agreed time.

Douma and Randou stood in a remote corner of the amusement park, waiting for another group of people to come and trade with them.

It was also at this moment that Douma suddenly remembered that because of Yumeno Hisasaku's interruption, he seemed to have forgotten to ask which international organization they were trading with and why it was so domineering.

Generally, in private transactions between underground violent organizations, one party specifies the location and the other party specifies the time. However, the international organization they traded with this time actually specified both the transaction time and location, violating this unspoken rule.

"What is the origin of the international organization that we are doing business with?" Before anyone arrived, Douma told his doubts to Rantang who was standing beside him, trying to get a satisfactory answer.

"The real name of this organization is unknown. According to the information provided by the Intelligence Department, they were established at least half a century ago. No one in the world knows the purpose of their establishment. It is a completely mysterious organization." Lan Tang answered dutifully.

Douma is almost confused by this series of unknowns and no one knows, so the conclusion is that they know nothing? The intelligence department of the port mafia is too lame.

"So...how should we address each other's organization?" Tong Mo paused, looked into Lan Tang's innocent golden eyes and asked a soul-searching question.

"That's easy." Lan Tang continued to explain calmly, "Because their members always wear black clothes like crows, the inner world calls them the 'Black Organization'."

Black…clothing…woven.

When Douma heard this thunderous title, the word "brewery" immediately came to his mind, and he added a qualifier: all of them were fake liquors mixed with water.

The air suddenly became quiet. Rando felt strange. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, Douma's cold voice reached his ears: "Are the main members of the 'Black Organization' all codenamed after wine?"

Although it was a question, Douma's tone was completely affirmative.

Lantang looked at Douma strangely and nodded: "That's right."

Randou, who also had a deep misunderstanding of Douma, immediately had some strange guesses, such as: Douma has a grudge against this "Black Organization", otherwise it cannot explain Douma's sudden pause just now.

Douma, who was simply shocked that a Shinigami elementary school student was included in Bungo Stray Dogs, was labeled by Randou as having a grudge against the "Black Organization."

And if you mention it this way, the illegal transactions in the amusement park seem a little familiar. Douma suddenly had a bad feeling.

As if to confirm Douma's premonition, the footsteps of an adult man gradually approached here, and along with the sound appeared a burly man in a black suit, black hat and black sunglasses.

"Port Mafia?" The burly man cautiously did not continue to approach, but first confirmed the identities of the two people in the shadows. At the same time, his hands were hidden in his suit, and he was obviously on guard at any time, ready to draw his gun if the situation was not right. \

"Vodka." Lan Tang's English was very standard, completely different from the terrible and indistinguishable accents of the Japanese around him.

This made Vodka, who was used to the Japanese accent, couldn't help but look at Lan Tang a few more times. Lan Tang's high nose and deep eyes showed that he was of European descent.

"Ha, I thought the port mafia was full of Japanese, but I didn't expect that there would be Europeans joining." Vodka sighed carelessly.

Vodka didn't notice at all that his words had a rather unfriendly meaning. Perhaps coming from a "black organization" active internationally, Vodka didn't think highly of an underground organization from a small island country.

Lan Tang couldn't respond to this. His own origins were a mystery and he still hadn't recovered his memory. He only vaguely remembered that he was probably a spy and his supernatural powers shouldn't be as weak as they are now.

When he thought of this, Rantang couldn't help but look at Douma. He guessed that Douma should know his past, but unfortunately Douma was too tight-lipped and had no intention of revealing anything to him.

When Vodka saw that the foreigner Rantang who had just spoken did not say anything but looked at Douma beside him, he couldn't help but turn his gaze over. This look was incredible.

The young man with long white oak hair was wearing a long black coat. He was handsome and his eyes with gradient colors were the finishing touch.

However, what made Vodka break out in a cold sweat was not the beauty of this man, but the cold look in the other's eyes that was exactly the same as that of Brother Gin. Vodka immediately judged that this man was a ruthless character.

It was too scary. The person he was trading with turned out to be Gin Big Brother No. 2! Vodka couldn't help but shudder. He immediately restrained his nonchalant attitude.

Vodka reluctantly moved over, then solemnly extended his right hand and introduced himself: "Hello, I am Vodka who is in charge of this transaction with you."

“???” Douma looked at Vodka, who was so arrogant just now, and his attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and his head was full of question marks.

However, it is not advisable to extend a hand to a smiling person. Although Douma felt puzzled, he still extended his right hand and shook hands with Vodka: "Hello, I am Douma."

Lan Tang looked around at the two of them and was a little confused. He couldn't help but feel that the leaders of the "Black Organization" were a little strange, perhaps they were not very smart.