Chapter 50

Nakahara Chuuya looked down at the mutilated body of the colonel on the ground, clenched his fists tightly, and uttered a name through gritted teeth: "Shibuzawa Ryuhiko."

Anyone with ears can hear the anger hidden in it. Nakahara Chuuya has been completely enraged by Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's actions and is on the verge of exploding.

But someone was happy to stroke the tiger's whiskers at this time. Dazai Osamu, who came in at some point, bent down and fearlessly looked at Nakahara Chuuya's face, which was covered by his hair. Then he laughed while holding his stomach as if he had discovered something funny: "No way, no way, is the dwarf about to cry?"

Nakahara Chuuya angrily threw a punch at Dazai Osamu, but Dazai Osamu dodged it as if he had expected it, and continued to taunt Nakahara Chuuya: "Are you still a child?"

"I'm not crying!" Nakahara Chuuya said loudly with red eyes, "You damn mackerel, don't talk nonsense."

The two of them played back and forth like comedians, and Douma, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't even find the subtle sense of guilt in his heart, and he just focused on watching the show.

Nakahara Chuuya calmed down and covered the colonel's face with a white cloth. He promised calmly but firmly: "I will avenge you, Colonel."

Douma, who was almost watching the colonel's officers go to their deaths, felt a sudden pang in his non-existent conscience when he saw such a sensational scene.

As expected of you, you are more human than humans, the last conscience of the port mafia, Nakahara Chuuya.

The scoundrel Dazai Osamu standing by couldn't stand it any longer. He suddenly laughed a very hateful and sarcastic laugh, his eyes as dark as the abyss: "Chuuya, you are too naive. Isn't it a good thing that the colonel died?"

"What are you talking about, you bastard." Nakahara Chuuya grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar and threatened, "Swallow those words."

"Isn't it?" Dazai Osamu, who staggered, was not panicked at all, and calmly explained: "Once the colonel officer died, there will only be two officers in the port mafia. Mr. Mori will definitely choose someone to fill the vacancy. Isn't this a good thing?"

Nakahara Chuuya's face turned extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Dazai, you are too cold-blooded."

Dazai Osamu shrugged nonchalantly, and just shirked his responsibility when his partner accused him of being cold-blooded. He looked at Douma, who had been invisible from the beginning, and said meaningfully: "Don't you think the same, Douma-kun? Compared with the experienced colonel officers, it is better for the newcomers to take the position."

Douma, who was concentrating on watching the show, was suddenly cueed and came back to his senses. It seemed that now was not the time to watch the show.

"I don't think so." Douma refused to accept this black pot that fell from the sky. At the same time, he looked at Dazai Osamu who was looking for trouble with complicated eyes, and was speechless for a while: First of all, I didn't mess with any of you. °

The darkened version of Dazai Osamu with no highlights in his eyes listened to Douma's hypocritical answer and did not argue with him. He just smiled without comment.

However, Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu's weird look and couldn't help but defend Douma: "Douma is different from you."

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya carefully from head to toe as if he was meeting him for the first time, and muttered, "It's over. The dark dwarf has really become a brainless slug."

"Who are you calling a brainless slug!" Veins bulged on Nakahara Chuuya's forehead.

Seeing the battle between the two blacks start again, Douma, who was almost affected just now, chose to slip away first. The excitement of the 15-year-old double black limited edition is not something that everyone can watch.

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After leaving the 'bustling' room, Douma finally had some time to think about why the corpse of the colonel was as unappealing to him as plain water.

After pondering for a moment, Douma came up with an exhilarating answer: what attracted him to people with special abilities was mainly their energy, and Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's special ability could separate this energy, which meant... he had found a new source of food!

After figuring it out, Douma's face bloomed with a sweet smile. The man in the black suit passing by shuddered for some reason, but because he was deceived by Douma's temptation buff, he didn't realize that the source of his inexplicable fear was the person in front of him. He even stepped forward to greet him: "Good evening, Douma-sama."

"Good evening." Douma smiled and nodded to the unfamiliar man in the black suit, then walked out without any pause. At the same time, he took out his cell phone to contact his adjutant. He needed Shibozawa Ryuhiko's current location.

The omnipotent adjutant, Yuto Masaki, lived up to Douma's expectations and quickly handed over Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's real-time movements to Douma.

As one of the three major underground forces in Yokohama, the Port Mafia, with a clear target, is not a difficult task to obtain real-time intelligence of Shibuzawa Tatsuhiko in Yokohama, especially when Shibuzawa Tatsuhiko does not deliberately conceal his actions.

Yes, that man who exuded confidence, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, did not hide his movements. He was not afraid of being discovered and even looked forward to someone falling into his trap.

Ordinary people with special abilities are nothing but serving vegetables to Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, and ordinary people are completely useless, so Douma, who walked into the trap, finally drove alone to the location indicated by the intelligence, the largest jewelry store in the city center.

In the silent night, the only sounds were Douma's almost inaudible footsteps and the crackling of the flames.

The boy in the hall walked inside following the sound. The closer he got, the more he could smell a sweet and tempting scent wafting from inside.

The empty environment amplified the sound of Douma's footsteps. Shibuzawa Ryuhiko inside naturally heard the sound of someone coming, but he was still minding his own business and continued to throw gems into the burning brazier without even raising his head.

From Douma's perspective, he could even clearly see that only some large-denomination banknotes and deformed gems were left in the brazier.

Really burning money.

Looking at Shibuzawa Ryuhiko who was so bored that he spent all his money playing with gems, Douma couldn't help feeling jealous. Is this the eldest son of a wealthy family?

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Hearing the footsteps stop, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko lazily raised his eyelids, revealing his ruby-clear eyes under his long eyelashes. The faint mist around him made him look like an immortal who had ascended to heaven.

Douma: ...Damn it! Not only does he have money, he's also extremely handsome!

"You came faster than I expected." Shibuzawa Ryuhiko threw the gems in his hand into the brazier with a faint expression.

"..." Although he was already one of the top five cadres of the Port Mafia, Douma, who was still very poor, felt a pain in his heart and put on a stiff smile. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko slightly raised his head, looking at the faint fake smile on Douma's face and the other party's indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt much better. He rarely said anything: "When I saw the information they gave me, I knew that you and I were the same kind of people. Others would be heartbroken when they saw me burning these vulgar things. They can't understand my thoughts at all, but you are different."

Douma: ??? Is there a possibility? I am also heartbroken!

Unfortunately, the closed and reflective window of the soul did not convey Douma's true feelings to Shibuzawa Ryuhiko.

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, nicknamed 'The Collector', generously waved his hand and invited, "Would you like to see my collection? They are all very beautiful."

As for whether Douma's special abilities would be separated after being surrounded by the mist of [Ryuhiko's Space], and whether any tragedy would happen? Shibuzawa Ryuhiko innocently lowered his eyes. That was none of his business. Let the incompetent die. It was not a bad thing to have one more collection.

Faced with the "hospitable" Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, Douma naturally would not say no. His target was originally the special ability crystals collected by Shibuzawa Ryuhiko. What is meant by "easy to get"? This is it.

"Obedience is worse than respect." Douma tried hard to control the corners of his mouth and not let it stretch to his ears, so as not to scare the weak (?) humans.

After getting Douma's consent, the mist gathered around Shibuzawa Ryuhiko unknowingly filled the entire room under his command, submerging Douma's figure, but something unexpected happened.

The "Ryuhiko no Ma" that always works well is ineffective against Douma.

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's pupils shrank slightly, but fortunately he was prepared for the fact that Douma was a transcendent, so Shibuzawa Ryuhiko returned to normal the next second and introduced his "collection room" to Douma as if nothing had happened.

The place behind him that was originally a safe has been replaced by Shibuzawa Tatsuhiko's "collection room", and the modern safe door has also become a simple and solemn mysterious door with a giant dragon relief carved on it.

As Shibuzawa Ryuhiko moved, the 'collection room' or 'Ryuhiko room' that could only be opened by the owner himself was completely revealed in front of Douma.

Layer upon layer of collection compartments are interlaced, and in each compartment hangs a diamond-shaped "ruby" emitting a faint red light. Anyone who sees this scene will be overwhelmed by its beauty.

However, Douma was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, because his appetite was completely aroused by the psychic crystals stored in the "Ryuhiko Room".

Because of the Dragon War, Douma has been fighting very frequently recently, and the frequency of using [Blood Demon Jutsu] is also very high.

Occasionally, waste is recycled to recover the blood of enemy psychics. Compared with the energy consumed when Douma used [Blood Demon Jutsu], it requires much less energy. If Douma had not drunk Verlaine's blood before, he would probably have to force himself to gulp down those ordinary blood bags in the hospital to replenish his energy.

The current situation is equivalent to hundreds of ghosts standing in a room. Which cannibal can escape this extreme temptation? In any case, Douma can't bear it.

Suddenly, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko noticed that Douma's aura had changed. Before he could raise his guard, he saw Douma casually pick up a special ability crystal and put it in his mouth???

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's pupils trembled as he watched Douma put the supernatural power crystals into his mouth continuously.

Is there something wrong?