Chapter 47

As it turned out, Douma's previous thoughts were too sweet, and it was completely useless to tell Tsujimura Fuzuki that he was not a transcendent.

Since that meeting, Douma has often received all kinds of strange invitations. Behind the visitors are high-ranking officials from various factions. It is obvious that they did not take Douma's previous words to heart and were only trying to persuade Douma to choose their side.

So, the following embarrassing scene occurred.

It was still the familiar Japanese-style room and the familiar people. The ministers, who had just happily accepted the fact that Douma was not a transcendent a few days ago, looked at each other in surprise.

"Yiqiao, you old bastard, actually sent someone to contact His Majesty Tongmo privately without our knowledge." Yiqiao's old rival was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and wanted his companions present to judge the matter.

Facing the accusatory gazes of the crowd, Yiqiao blew gently on the slightly scalding tea, took a sip leisurely, and then looked around at everyone calmly: "You...you...and you, you just said that I was the one who did it secretly, didn't you all send people to find Douma-ge in private?"

The few people who were named withdrew their accusing gazes, but were shameless enough to pretend not to hear and maxed out their skill of pretending to be deaf and dumb.

The Prime Minister at the top of the cabinet drank tea calmly. He had anticipated what happened today. After all, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, and everyone knows each other's little tricks.

Ahem...even he himself sent his most trusted retainer to personally contact Lord Douma, but the effect was not good.

The Prime Minister's brows furrowed slightly, not quite understanding why Lord Douma refused to admit that he was a transcendent. He had clearly shown his utmost sincerity, with a contract that was full of benefits and had almost no restrictions. Was Lord Douma still not satisfied?

The person who defeated the Transcendence may not be a Transcendence, but Douma, who defeated Verlaine single-handedly with his own special ability, must be a Transcendence. The Prime Minister was very sure of this.

Thinking of the latest intelligence from the Special Forces Division: a 500 billion inheritance that fell from the sky, which was suspected to trigger a fight among the major underworld organizations in Yokohama, the Prime Minister fell into deep thought.

If there was no cat bait involved in this matter, the Prime Minister would never believe it. He had lived for so many years and had never seen such a good thing as pie in the sky. Instead, he had seen poison pie many times and had seen many of these tricks.

However, from the perspective of the Cabinet, the unrest in Yokohama was not a bad thing. The underworld was too rampant. They took advantage of the government's lack of foreign pressure to control important ports that originally belonged to Japan.

Whenever the Prime Minister thought of the huge profits those slugs made from smuggling every year, he felt heartbroken for the loss of tax revenue. Those lawless guys were simply undermining him!

So, let's make a fuss... let's make a fuss... the bigger the fuss, the better. Let those gangsters fight over the 500 billion inheritance which is obviously poison bait. The more gangsters die, the better it is for the government. It would be best if they could die together.

With this in mind, the Prime Minister suppressed the report of the Special Powers Department regarding the doubts behind this matter, and sighed in his heart that young people really cannot understand the pros and cons.

Yokohama is caught up in the infighting of the underworld, and ordinary people will inevitably be dragged into it, but such a small sacrifice can bring huge benefits, and this transaction is very worthwhile.

A hint of coldness flashed across the eyes of the Prime Minister Jihe, and in the following discussion, he calmly agreed that if the heritage war in Yokohama escalated, he would agree to send the "White Kirin" Shibuzawa Ryuhiko to suppress it.

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell in the room.

None of those present who could sit in the position of Cabinet Minister were easy to deal with, and everyone knew the implicit meaning of the words of the Prime Minister.

Most people showed expressions of approval, only a few had stiff expressions, but they chose to keep silent under the trend of the times and comforted themselves in their hearts: they were just some insignificant lower-class civilians, and could not be compared with their bright and great careers.

And most importantly, everyone in the inner cabinet knows that the ability of 'White Kirin' Shibuzawa Ryuhiko can only work on people with special abilities, and ordinary people and transcendents are not included. If they send Shibuzawa Ryuhiko to Yokohama to suppress the war, then it will be an obvious fact whether Lord Douma is a transcendent or not.

Douma: ??? Is it possible that because I'm not human, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's ability is ineffective against me?

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People outside have no idea of ​​the inner cabinet's secret plans.

Douma only knew that he had been extremely busy recently. Not only him, but the entire port mafia seemed unusually busy. Conflicts of all sizes continued, as if the leisurely days before were just an illusion of his.

Ever since the mysterious wealthy psychic died without leaving a will, his 500 billion inheritance has become ownerless, causing a huge uproar in Yokohama.

That is a huge sum of 500 billion. If you can get it, it would be like becoming rich overnight. You can spend it all on food, drink and entertainment for a lifetime.

With such a great temptation, not only individuals, but even major organizations that heard the news were excited and took actions one after another.

The Port Mafia, which is at the center of the vortex, naturally cannot escape joining in. You have to know that the Port Mafia has really nothing left after experiencing the extreme extravagance and wastefulness of the previous leader in his later years.

This huge sum of money that fell from the sky is an absolutely irresistible temptation for today's port mafia.

Mori Ou, who was struggling for money every day, even issued a death order that their port mafia must get the 500 billion inheritance no matter what.

Even in the port mafia, salary and benefits are an eternal problem that cannot be avoided.

Why would someone be willing to fight for you? Isn't it for the money? If you can't even give them money, why would they risk their lives for you? Is it because of your receding hairline?

Mori Ougai knew very well that if he wanted to develop his organization, he would need a lot of financial support, because it was not only a matter of staff salaries, but also the guns and ammunition to equip his subordinates with money. Without sufficient firepower suppression, the port mafia would not be able to seize territory, and it would be good enough if their own territory was not taken away by others.

Therefore, the 500 billion that fell from the sky really hit Sen Ou's heart.

Different from Moriowa who was excited about the 500 billion, Douma, who was just trying to be a slacker, was very calm. Firstly, the 500 billion would definitely not fall into his pocket in the end, and secondly, he remembered that the ultimate winner of the dragon war would be their Port Mafia.

Since it has been confirmed that their Port Mafia is the ultimate winner, Douma's focus naturally changed. Unlike Moriogai, he is more concerned about how many people in their Port Mafia will die in this dragon war.

Although Douma has never spoken a word to most of the people in the Port Mafia, perhaps because they are in the same camp, Douma always has an inexplicable desire to protect them. As soon as he hears that a low-level member died at the hands of the enemy, anger will surge in his heart.

Therefore, Douma, who was not assigned any mission by Moriou due to various concerns, is now very busy. He leads his men to fight as soon as the sun sets and does not go back to rest until dawn.

Wearing a special anti-gas filter, Masaki Yuto pointed to the warehouse in front and whispered to Douma beside him: "Douma-sama, this is the last mission target for today."

"Oh, I understand." Douma nodded, then walked towards the warehouse where light was faintly coming out without any concealment.

Douma's seemingly slow but actually fast steps allowed him to quickly reach the warehouse door without attracting the attention of the people inside.

It was just after three in the morning, when people are most sleepy. No wonder the people inside didn't notice Douma's approach at all.

When Douma reached the warehouse door, the men in black suits who came with Douma had already surrounded the entire warehouse skillfully, ensuring that no one would escape.

With a loud bang, Douma kicked the door open. He narrowly avoided the oncoming bullet and activated his blood demon art instantly. Crystal clear ice petals swept the entire room. After a moment of teeth-grinding sound, everything returned to calm.

A faint sweet fragrance surged into Douma's nostrils, causing him to swallow subconsciously, with his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Although the quality of flesh and blood of ordinary people is far inferior to that of people with special abilities, if they win by quantity, it is still somewhat attractive.

But this attraction is not as strong as the flesh and blood of the psychic, not to mention that Douma is a person who has experienced the personal test of the transcendents (? ), so he still has some self-control.

Douma skillfully suppressed the appetite that was rising in his heart, turned around and left without changing his expression, leaving the finishing work to the subordinates who came with him.

Without even Douma's order, the men in black suits, who were already used to this process, put on special anti-gas filters to prevent themselves from being accidentally sent away by their superiors instead of being killed by the enemy.

Douma's eyes swept over the anti-virus filter that the research and development department had hastily produced, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to modern technology, especially the two-dimensional black technology, which was really amazing.

This kind of anti-gas filter is also worn by his subordinates to prevent the inhalation of highly toxic ice crystals in the air that have not yet dissipated into the lungs. If they fight him head-on, this thing will not be of much practical use. It can only be said that it is better than nothing.

Just as Douma was daydreaming, Dazai Osamu's serious voice suddenly came into his earphone: "I got a message that the Special Powers Division is planning to send the 'White Kirin' Shibozawa Ryuhiko to the battlefield this time. Sorry for the trouble."

Douma, a time traveler who had already been revealed in the original story, responded with a simple "Oh."

The voice of Dazai Osamu in the earphone was no longer serious, but with a clear smile: "As expected, Douma-kun knows everything~"

“……” Douma chose to keep quiet. The more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make. It would be better for him to let Dazai Osamu, who was as smart as a sieve, fill in the blanks with his own brain. Smart people are always good at filling in the blanks with their own brains.

In the control room, Dazai Osamu put down his legs from the table and thought about where Douma's information might have come from.

According to his private investigation, Douma has no connection with any intelligence stations he knows about, and is very well hidden.

Dazai Osamu happily spins in circles on his swivel chair. He likes puzzle games. If the puzzles are too easy to figure out, life will be boring.