Chapter 44

Masaki Yuto, who was holding a glass of wine and chatting with someone, suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes. He turned around and found that it was a familiar waiter, who was also a member of their fan club and a particularly active one.

As long as you are a fan of Douma-sama, then we are half-brothers. (bushi)

Facing his own people, Masaki Yuto was very patient. He turned around and nodded to apologize to the others, then left the banquet hall following the waiter who obviously had something to say to him.

They arrived at the corridor in silence. The waiter who led the way looked around and saw that no one noticed their departure, so he led Masaki Yuto to the deserted stairwell door.

Generally speaking, stairwell doors are relatively safe places to talk, and this time was no exception.

The two of them made a quick check and confirmed that there was really no one here. Then the waiter, who was suspicious, told Masaki Yuto what he had just overheard.

"What? The leader actually pushed the powerful enemy that he couldn't defeat to Douma-sama?" Masaki Yuto was shocked. He paced back and forth in disbelief. Finally, his face stopped at a firm expression. He murmured nervously: "Even if he is the leader, he can't treat Douma-sama like this."

The waiter nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and said excitedly: "No one can hurt Douma-sama!"

The enthusiastic mood seemed to be contagious, and the calm Masaki Yuto also showed enthusiasm: "You are right, no one can hurt Douma-sama!"

"President, what should we do? Should we tell Douma-sama about this?" The waiter was undecided. If Douma-sama knew the truth, his gentle and kind (? ) heart would definitely be hurt.

Douma, who is sculpted into clay by believers every day: ...Thank you?

Masaki Yuto glared at the waiter and sneered, "Foolish! How could Douma-sama not see through the shady tricks of such a villain with his wisdom?"

The waiter's face immediately turned red as if he had been slapped hard. He bowed and apologized in a frustrated tone: "I'm sorry, President. I dared to speculate on the great Douma-sama with my own stupidity. It's really presumptuous of me. Indeed, Douma-sama cannot be unaware of the truth."

"But you did a good job this time. Master Douma didn't tell me the truth about this matter." Seeing the waiter's extremely upset look, Masaki Yuto patted the waiter's shoulder in encouragement, and then couldn't help but sighed: "It's really too kind. Master Douma actually helped Moriogai, who wanted to harm him, to hide the truth."

Just now Mori Ogai was respectfully called the leader by Masaki Yuto, but now he has been downgraded to just calling him by his name. It happens that another person present has just turned against Mori Ogai and now wishes to stab Mori Ogai to death on the spot. Therefore, the waiter turned a blind eye to Masaki Yuto's disrespectful words to the leader.

The two of them were united in their hatred of the enemy, and Masaki Yuto casually reminded him, "If you hear similar news again in the future, remember to inform me immediately."

The waiter nodded seriously and replied, "Yes, President."

After finishing the discussion, the two of them left the dark and empty stairwell door one after another and returned to the banquet hall, continuing their work as if nothing had happened.

The door of the stairwell, which had become empty again, fell silent. After a long while, a clear laugh was heard: "It's going to be troublesome, Mr. Mori."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure walked out from the corner. It was the late-coming Dazai Osamu.

Because of the silent walking habits of cats, Dazai Osamu accidentally heard the conversation between Masaki Yuto and the waiter without being noticed by anyone.

Thus, Mori Ogre in the banquet hall unexpectedly encountered Dazai Osamu who was in a very good mood.

Sen Ouwai noticed something was wrong, stopped feeding Alice and stared at his disciple suspiciously, it was too abnormal.

The many tragic experiences that had happened before gave him reason to suspect that Dazai Osamu was up to something again, and the target was most likely himself.

Mori Oogai: ...Beware.jpg

"What did you do?" Sen Ouwai said firmly.

Dazai ignored Mori Ogai's vigilant gaze. He waved his hands innocently and denied it in a brisk tone: "I didn't do anything. Mr. Mori, you can't accuse me so easily."

"..." Mori Ogai looked at Dazai Osamu, who was trying to be cute maliciously, with an indescribable look. The meaning was self-evident: It's up to you whether I believe your nonsense or not.

Seeing Mori Ogai's disbelief, the smile on Dazai Osamu's face became even sweeter, and his iris-colored eyes met Mori Ogai's gaze without flinching.

Facing Dazai Osamu who obviously had no intention of revealing any information to him, Mori Ogai sighed helplessly, retracted his gaze and continued to feed Alice, praising her in a cheesy way: "Sure enough, Alice-chan is the cutest."

Dazai Osamu, who found Mori Ogai's inner meaning unlovable, smiled without saying anything, pretending that he could not understand what Mori Ogai meant.

Alice, who had been stiff since Dazai appeared, mechanically opened her mouth to swallow the cake that Mori Ogai fed her. It was not until Dazai left that she came back to life and fiercely pushed Mori Ogai's hand away: "Are you going to kill me, you annoying Rintaro?"

After being hit in the face by Alice's words of dislike, Mori Ogai immediately burst into tears, stretched out his hands to hug Alice's waist, and cried, "No, Alice-chan, don't dislike me. Rintaro loves Alice the most."

The people around who were lucky enough to see this scene all took a step back and made expressions as if they didn't recognize Mori Owl. What a pervert, bah!

People cannot, or at least should not...

Even in the Port Mafia, which hides countless crimes, perverts like Mori Ogai who like children are rare. If Mori Ogai was not the leader, he would definitely be drowned by the spit of other righteous people (? ) in the Port Mafia.

Even Dazai Osamu's pace of leaving quickened, and his target was Douma, who was separated from the public relations officer and then surrounded by the subordinates again.

Unlike the PR officer who still had to squeeze in, Dazai Osamu walked into the crowd and came to Douma smoothly like Moses parting the sea.

Dazai Osamu didn't even need to say anything to chase them away. All he needed was a look, and the subordinates who had been surrounding Douma would walk away knowingly, as if they would never be able to leave again if they left a second later.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the area around Douma and Dazai Osamu turned into a vacuum.

Seeing this scene, Douma couldn't help but tease: "You are so powerful, Dazai."

"You're not as popular as Douma." Dazai Osamu retorted politely.

A passerby who accidentally walked by and heard the two people arguing with each other realized that something was wrong, so he slammed on the brakes, turned around and walked back quickly, staying away from the place of trouble to avoid becoming an innocent victim.

The vacuum circle has expanded again, which is cause for celebration.

Seeing that Dazai Osamu did not continue, Douma took the initiative to ask, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Dazai Osamu shook his head: "I just came to congratulate you on becoming the fastest rising officer in the Port Mafia."

It is natural to attend a celebration banquet and congratulate the protagonist of the banquet. But if this assumption is applied to Dazai Osamu, it would be very abnormal, because Dazai Osamu is obviously not an ordinary person who follows the rules.

There was no point in overthinking about the script team, so Douma replied crisply, "Thank you."

As expected, after Dazai Osamu finished congratulating him, he did not leave immediately, but went on to talk about another matter: "When I came here, I accidentally overheard the conversation between your subordinates."

Douma: ...I have a bad feeling.jpg

Douma thought seriously about what those self-brainwashed guys would talk about in private, and then he was so embarrassed by his own imagination that he dug his toes into the ground. It was the kind of embarrassment that he could almost dig out a Hong Kong gang building on the spot.

Douma, who is allergic to flattery, couldn't help but stiffen the smile on his face, especially when he thought that those horrible flattery were heard by Dazai Osamu. He just felt like he had no desire to live anymore, okay?

After Dazai finished speaking, he carefully observed Douma's micro-expressions, and then found with satisfaction that Douma's smile had faded a lot.

Dazai Osamu, who had repeatedly hit a wall with Douma and even once suspected that Douma had no feelings, was very happy. His one exposed eye was much brighter. He finally caught this guy's sore spot!

"Tell me, what would happen if I told Mr. Mori those words." Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you're happy." Douma, who was not threatened, showed dead eyes and looked into Dazai Osamu's deep and dead iris-colored eyes.

Is there any difference between dying once and dying countless times? No!

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu put away his smile, and looked expressionlessly at Douma's cold eyes which remained unchanged. He had some guesses in his mind. Was he already prepared and not afraid that Mr. Mori would find out?

This is really... great!

"Just kidding, how could I possibly tell Mr. Mori?" Dazai Osamu, who had just shown a scary expression, put on a smiling face again and said in an ambiguous tone, "Well, I'll wait and see."

As expected of you, Dazai Osamu. Douma thought to himself as he witnessed Dazai Osamu's many facial expressions. As for the other deeper meanings? It's so funny, I can't tell at all.

Douma, who chose to lie down like a salted fish, just tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what Dazai Osamu's real purpose was.

When you don't understand the other person's intention, just smile. Adhering to this simple and unpretentious principle, Douma smiled at Dazai Osamu, and was successfully interpreted by Dazai Osamu as being confident.

Tongma, who was confident in his plan, ended today's banquet in a daze, and officially became one of the five major cadres of the Port Mafia, gained control of a Port Mafia building, and could legitimately form his own team.

For Douma, who has no ambition, forming a team is a boring and troublesome task, so he directly handed over the power of selecting subordinates to the omnipotent Masaki Yuto, and sat back and enjoyed the results happily.jpg

So, it's not surprising that Douma, who simply gave up his power, was successfully backstabbed by his trusted lieutenant, right? (X)

Masaki Yuto: Wuwuwu, Master Douma has entrusted me with such an important mission, I will definitely not let you down!

He cunningly did not incorporate the members of the fan club into Douma-sama's team. Instead, he scattered the members of the fan club into other inconspicuous teams, focusing only on recruiting new members and brainwashing (crossing out) them to teach them Douma-sama's insights.

As a result, the power of the Douma Fan Club has skyrocketed again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is cause for celebration.