Chapter 41

The means of transportation used to get here had been crumpled into a pile of scrap metal by Weilun, and the mobile phone on his body was directly destroyed by the gravity pressure just now.

Before leaving, Douma tried to light a fire to burn away all the remaining traces of the battle.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, especially in this world full of strange and bizarre abilities.

For example, Sakaguchi Ango's supernatural ability is very annoying. What if the supernatural secret service sends someone to investigate this place later? We must be prepared.

After completing the task, Douma picked up Weilun, the source of all evil, and returned to the city on foot.

Fortunately, Yokohama is a prosperous and open seaside city with a rich nightlife, so there are many taxis even at night.

Douma ignored the reluctant expression of the driver he had stopped, stuffed the unconscious Verlaine into the back seat of the taxi, and then took out a dozen bills from his wallet: "Sorry, this is the car wash fee."

The driver took the money swiftly, not even glancing at the blood-stained seats in the back row. His face, which had seemed as hopeless as death, became full of smiles, and he said politely, "It's okay, it's okay. Where are you going, sir?"

"Honghei Building, thank you." Douma gave the address concisely.

"..." The driver's smile immediately fell. He was afraid but didn't dare to say no. He could only force a smile with an extremely ugly expression and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Sure enough, the guy who showed up in Yokohama in the middle of the night carrying an injured and unconscious person could not be a good person. The driver no longer harbored any hope of success, but kept his eyes and mouth shut and focused on driving.

When Douma returned to the Port Mafia building, he unexpectedly discovered that the port mafia had been under martial law and everyone was in full armed defense mode.

"?" Douma, who was full of questions, casually pulled over a familiar black suit and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

The hot-tempered Daisuke Funada was suddenly grabbed by someone. He turned around in anger and wanted to vent his anger, but the moment his eyes met Douma, he swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth, and replied in a gentle tone that was completely inconsistent with his appearance: "The boss suddenly issued an order this afternoon, requiring everyone to be on high alert."

Daisuke Funada paused for a moment, then carefully scanned the surroundings. Seeing that no one was eavesdropping, he continued to report to Douma, "And according to the gossip that my subordinates heard, the boss not only summoned all the people with special abilities in the organization, but also privately contacted a group of heavy firepower weapons."

Douma nodded after hearing this, and then he noticed that the familiar man in black suit was staring at him with puppy eyes full of desire, which made Douma's mouth twitch involuntarily, could this man be his believer?

With this suspicion, Douma tentatively praised: "Well done."

As expected, Daisuke Funada's puppy dog ​​eyes immediately filled with tears, with a touching expression as if he was willing to die for Douma: "It is my honor to be able to answer Douma-sama's questions!"

Douma: ...Okay, as long as you are happy.jpg

Adhering to the principle of out of sight, out of mind, Douma chose to pretend not to see the serious illness. He declined Daisuke Funada's suggestion to take over Verlaine, and took the elevator to the leader's office on the top floor with the person in his arms.

Faced with Douma coming to the door in a strong manner, Mori Ogai, who had already received the news, was a little confused. After thinking about it, he did not let anyone stop him, but directly ordered the guard to open the door.

Douma entered the leader's office unimpeded. After putting Weilun on the sofa beside him, he turned to Mori Ogai with a bad look on his face, and without waiting for Mori Ogai to speak, he punched him to the ground.

Before Douma could ask, Mori Ogai, whose mouth was bleeding, took the initiative and hugged Douma with tears in his eyes: "It's great that you are back, Douma-kun. I was worried about what would happen if you couldn't handle Verlaine."

Douma: ...Do you think I will believe your lies?

I don’t know if the shell blocked Douma’s inner voice, but Mori Ogai seemed completely unaware of Douma’s dissatisfaction and he continued with his performance.

Mori Ogai stood up with a worried look on his face, and walked around Douma. When he found that Douma's clothes were torn but he was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Douma-kun is fine, otherwise I would never forgive myself for what I did."

Seeing that Douma didn't seem to be willing to give in, Mori Ogai bowed deeply and solemnly: "I'm sorry, it's because I was too weak as a boss that I gave the responsibility of repelling the enemy to Douma-kun. On behalf of the Port Mafia, I thank Douma-kun for his contribution to the organization."

Douma: Damn it, are all Japanese so cowardly? They just bow down when they see the situation is not right.

My hands are itching, I really want to kill this guy, but I can't. If he kills Mori Ogai, Chuuya and Dazai will avenge Mori Ogai, right? And sister Momiji will be in trouble too. If he is hunted down, it's okay for him, but what about Hisasaku and Atsushi?

Douma struggled for a while, weighing the pros and cons before he reluctantly suppressed his murderous intent and replied indifferently: "...This is what I should do."

Mori Ogai, who has never been able to see through Douma's true thoughts, can only carefully observe Douma's reactions.

Douma could even defeat Verlaine, which was beyond Mori Ogai's expectations. He originally thought that Douma-kun's strength might be able to buy them enough time, but he never expected that Douma-kun would defeat Verlaine directly.

Mori Ogai had a bad feeling in his heart. His previous action of putting Douma-kun's name at the top seemed to have become a terrible failure.

Seeing Douma's cold expression, Mori Ogai could only bite the bullet and try to ease the relationship between the two: "Douma-kun has made great contributions to the organization this time. The position of the executive is definitely you. When this matter is resolved, I will hold a grand celebration banquet for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Mori." Douma responded indifferently.

It was impossible for him to refuse. He had risked his own life to defeat a Transcendent this time, and he deserved the promotion and salary increase.

Having said that, Douma's mood was a little better after his successful promotion. Getting the executive position from the sneaky Mori Xie was a very fulfilling feeling.

"No need to thank me, this is what you deserve." Mori Ogai smiled and patted Douma's shoulder, then walked to Weilun to check on his current condition.

"I didn't kill him, otherwise I would have a hard time explaining to the French." Douma avoided the main point and concealed the fact that he was actually more afraid that Rimbaud would come to fight him.

Douma knew that he had no problem facing Weilan, who had zero poison resistance, and that Rimbaud's hidden trump card, psychic communication, would not be of much use to him. However, Rimbaud's space system that he could not break was enough to give him a headache, and he had to admit that he did not want to be an enemy of the boss who generously sent him blood bottles by mail.

Rimbaud is a good person to get along with. He wants to be friends with Rimbaud forever!

Hearing this, Sen Ouwai nodded in agreement: "I will try to keep Verlaine alive. I think someone will come from France soon."

Mori Ougai knows the importance of a transcendent to a country. Even though France is a major country with supernatural powers, it will not allow its transcendents to be detained in other countries at will. Perhaps he can gain some benefits for the port mafia from this.

Thinking about the interests involved, Sen Ouwai suddenly lowered his eyes and stood still, because he saw the missing flesh and blood on Weilun's neck and shoulders. Those were the marks of being bitten by wild beasts (?). Human teeth are not that sharp and it is impossible for them to leave such marks.

A gleam of thought flashed across Mori Ogai's eyes, but his face remained calm, as if he didn't notice it, and he didn't ask Douma any questions that he shouldn't have asked.

Seeing Mori Ogai looking at the obviously wrong wound without asking any questions, Douma also played dumb. Anyway, there was no way he would admit that he ate it, so it was none of his business if he asked!

The matter was thus revealed by two people who each had their own ulterior motives.

And just a few days later, as expected, the French Special Power Management Bureau sent people to Japan to pick up Verlaine.

But the person who came was a little beyond Sen Ou's expectations: "Lan Tangjun?"

It would be a lie to say that Mori Ougai had no idea that Rimbaud was among the people who came, but he certainly did not expect that Lan Tang was actually the senior leader of the team. Rimbaud's status and importance on the French side indeed exceeded Mori Ougai's expectations.

"Mr. Mori, nice to see you again." Rambo shook hands with Mori Ogai in a familiar manner, and did not seem to want to avoid his experience of working in the port mafia: "Thank you for taking care of me before. I'm just sorry that when I recovered my memory, I couldn't wait to return to my country, so I didn't have time to say goodbye to you."

"It's okay. I can understand Lan Tangjun's homesickness." Sen Ou shook his head to indicate that it was not a big deal.

After a brief greeting, the two sides began to discuss the conditions for exchanging Verlaine.

Mori Ogai was well aware of Japan's international status and did not make exorbitant demands. He rationally put forward some requests that would be beneficial to the future development of the port mafia within the scope acceptable to the French side. Rimbaud, who was anxious to take Verlaine away, readily agreed to them.

An inconspicuous black-haired man among the French visitors frowned when he saw this, but didn't say much.

After the deal was happily concluded, Rimbaud took away Verlaine, who was still in a coma.

It was not until Rimbaud and his team returned to the French Embassy that the black-haired man with a frown on his face stepped out of the crowd, walked up to Rimbaud, and said disapprovingly, "You shouldn't be so anxious. This exposes your weakness. I thought you were not a child anymore."

"I'm sorry, teacher. I was too impatient." Rimbaud lowered his head in shame, unable to justify his behavior.

The black-haired man, the real leader of the French team, sighed and said, "Forget it, just come back."

Rimbaud felt a little embarrassed by the teacher's indulgent tone.

The black-haired man smiled and shook his head, then he put away his smile and held out his hand to Rimbaud seriously: "Leave Verlaine to me."

"Teacher..." The unyielding tone made Rimbaud pale, because he knew the hidden meaning of the teacher's words, that he wanted to kill Verlaine.

"Rambo, don't be willful. You know this is the right choice. Black No. 12 is no longer obedient. You need to control him." The black-haired man's tone became tough: "This is your responsibility as a 'psychic', and you can't stop me, you know."

Rimbaud lowered his head with a pale face. He knew that he could not beat the teacher, and it was impossible for him to attack the teacher. The day he returned to France, this outcome was already determined.

Seeing that Rimbaud no longer stopped him, the black-haired man ended Verlaine's life neatly and returned the body to Rimbaud, ordering: "Read him."