Chapter 56

Dazai Osamu's personal escort put an end to any possibility of Fyodor's escape, and the group successfully reached their destination, the Minato Kuroko Building. As expected, Mori Ogai asked to meet the mastermind behind the Dragon War.

Putting off the black suit that was responsible for conveying Mori Osamu's orders, Dazai Osamu's eyes flashed with a glimmer of "as expected". He turned his head happily to Fyodor who was still locked in the car, as if to discuss with him: "You also heard that Mr. Mori wants to see you..."

Fyodor didn't want to continue watching Dazai's performance, so he cut off Dazai's next words neatly and said in a very considerate tone: "Of course, it's my honor."

Dazai Osamu was not annoyed by the interruption of his performance. He made a gesture of invitation to Fyodor.

Seeing this, the escort officer who was as quiet as a chicken immediately opened the handcuffs that handcuffed Fyodor in the car.

After regaining his freedom, Fyodor rubbed his wrists that were red from the handcuffs and got out of the car naturally. If no one knew the inside story in advance, no one would have been able to tell that Fyodor actually came to the port mafia as a prisoner.

The man in a black suit who came to deliver the message was originally afraid of Dazai Osamu's terrifying methods, and waited obediently like a quail.

Seeing that Fyodor acted like an invited guest, he immediately became furious. The black suit naturally vented the anger that Dazai had suppressed on Fyodor. He pushed the pretty boy who made him dislike him very rudely and said, "Why are you pretending? Hurry up and don't waste my time. The leader is still waiting for you on the top floor."

Fyodor staggered after being pushed and staggered for a few steps before he stood up. His naturally drooping black hair covered his stern eyebrows. When he raised his head again, he returned to his usual gentle appearance: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get going." The man in the black suit unhappily snatched the handcuffs from the escort and put them on Fyodor's hands again, and it was obvious that he had physical contact with Fyodor during his actions.

The handcuffs were maliciously tightened, leaving a sharp red mark on Fyodor's fair wrist, which looked very painful.

Douma, who had just got off the car, happened to see this scene. He took a silent breath and looked at the very brave man in black suit with the eyes of a warrior. In his heart, he had already regarded this guy who was trying to offend Fyodor as a dead man.

It's really cold. This situation is completely hopeless. This is what Dr. Douma judged.

Dazai Osamu on the side watched everything happening in front of him with interest, but he didn't have the slightest intention of saying anything to warn him. He just let the man in the black suit spread his wings on the brink of death.

If you don't do it, you won't die. By the same token, if you do it, you will definitely die.

Fyodor obviously had no intention of getting used to this man. The corner of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, so gentle and tender that it was chilling.

The next second, the man in the black suit who was seeking his own death suddenly had his head explode like a ripe watermelon, and an unknown liquid mixed with blood and brain matter sprayed all around.

Douma, who had anticipated this, promptly opened the large black umbrella he was carrying and successfully blocked the fragrant blood and brains. He swallowed his saliva with a slight regret, and the brains seemed to be really delicious.

In the chaos, no one noticed that Douma's Adam's apple rolled strangely.

The thief Dazai Osamu also dodged quickly and hid behind Douma in time, avoiding being splashed with the fishy and nauseating strange liquid.

The only two people who were injured were the escort officer who was closest to them and Masaki Yuto, who was following Douma and whose reaction was a little slow. They both experienced the feeling of having blood and brains sprayed on their faces.

As the culprit who used his supernatural powers to kill people, Fyodor naturally avoided this wave of crazy spray.

Facing the fearful looks cast upon him by the crowd, Fyodor smiled apologetically, his tone still as gentle as ever, and explained: "I'm sorry, he made me feel a little hurt just now, so I couldn't help myself."

When the escort officer who had been in close contact with Fyodor heard this, his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground, unable to get up.

Dazai glanced coldly at the embarrassed escort, avoided the still warm disgusting liquid on the ground, and did not even look at the headless body on the ground as if nothing had happened, and continued the topic: "It doesn't matter, he was rude."

Although Dazai Osamu said that it was his own people who were rude, he did not show any intention of helping at all. The handcuffs that Fyodor had already cut into his skin were still firmly stuck on his wrists.

Douma pretended not to notice the two script crews' back-and-forth fighting, and concentrated on putting away the black umbrella in his hand, and then naturally passed the fragrant and slightly tempting black umbrella to Masaki Yuto beside him.

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What can Masaki Yuto do after being hit twice? He can only respectfully accept the black umbrella handed to him by Douma-sama, and reflect on himself in his heart that he was so surprised by such a small scene, and he was not worthy of being Douma-sama's trusted adjutant.

Masaki Yuto, who was determined to become the best adjutant, glanced at the faces of the people present and found that in the face of such a tragic situation, Lord Douma, Lord Dazai, and Fyodor, who was suspected of using his supernatural powers to kill people, all looked calm. He felt more and more that his ability to endure was not strong enough, and he selectively turned a blind eye to the escort personnel who were paralyzed on the ground and the lower-level personnel who were far away and had fear in their eyes.

Compared to killing people with conventional guns and knives, witnessing someone die tragically from mysterious superpowers is more terrifying. Unknown things always make people feel particularly scared, even the fighting members of the port mafia are no exception.

But after all, they were a group of experienced people with blood on their hands. After a brief panic, everything returned to normal.

At this time, Douma and Dazai Osamu had already dismissed their respective subordinates, and took Fyodor to the elevator directly to the top floor and arrived at the door of the leader's office.

The guard who had been ordered by the boss to open the door in advance opened the door without any hesitation when he saw the people coming, and closed the door after everyone went in with a good service attitude.

Then, a situation occurred that made Douma feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

There are four people in a room, three of them are from the script team. What should the ordinary people do? The answer is to chill.

As long as he messes up fast enough, no one can do anything to him. Adhering to this philosophy, the slacker Douma listened to the verbal battle between the three script teams with one ear and one ear out, and did not participate in any opinions.

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Since Fyodor holds a large amount of secret information and has powerful people with special abilities ready to rescue him at any time, Moriogai actually does not intend to do anything too excessive.

Rather than falling out with Fyodor, it is more important to take this opportunity to gain benefits that will allow the Port Mafia to grow further, not to mention that the Port Mafia also has to take the government's attitude into consideration.

If Fyodor died openly at the hands of the port mafia, then as a Russian who entered the country through legal channels, the Japanese government would face great diplomatic pressure. The situation of small countries in the international arena is so frustrating.

There is no need for smart people to talk too much, the three script teams have already figured out the bottom line of both parties.

Fyodor, who didn't care much about such external things, was prepared for this. When he decided to take the risk and witness Douma's special ability with his own eyes, he had already written the possibility of himself being captured into the plan in advance. The unexpected fact that Mori Ougai was a smart man made his plan go more smoothly.

Mori Ogai received the transaction that satisfied him and couldn't help but smile kindly: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Fyodor."

Of course, a handshake was impossible, as Mori Ougai had already heard what had just happened.

Fyodor, who was trapped in the enemy camp, did not dare to test the leader of the port mafia. He followed the advice and kept a safe distance from Mori Owl: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai pretended not to know Fyodor's request to leave immediately, and said with a particularly thick face: "Then let Dazai-kun take you down to rest. I think Mr. Fyodor must be tired after a busy day."

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Fyodor, who had expected this development, chuckled and nodded obediently: "Thank you very much for your generous hospitality."

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows without saying anything, knowing that his unscrupulous teacher was planning to sell the same thing twice. He would first complete a transaction with Fyodor to redeem his freedom, and then use Fyodor, the mastermind behind the war, to conduct a second transaction with the government.

He is truly an old fox who never suffers a loss.

Douma, who had been pretending to be a wooden stake, came back to life as soon as he found out that the three had finished talking. When he was about to sneak out of the leader's office behind Dazai Osamu and Fyodor, Mori Ogai suddenly called out to him, "Please wait a moment, Douma-kun."

Dazai Osamu and Fyodor, who were not named, opened the door and left without stopping, leaving Douma alone.

Douma turned around reluctantly, using his eyes to express his doubts, but then he realized that other people couldn't understand his eyes, so he had to ask, "Mr. Mori, is there anything you want me to stay for?"

"It's like this, I have something to discuss with you." Mori Ogai looked at Douma's face and spoke carefully: "I plan to hand over the demon Fyodor to the Special Powers Division in exchange for a special power business license."

"?" Douma was not surprised that Morio received the money for Fyodor's life and then shamelessly sold him again. He was just a little puzzled as to why he was kept here to talk about this matter specifically, as it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Douma's cold eyes and indifferent attitude made Mori Ooga, who had something to ask for, choke.

The weight of Fyodor alone is certainly not enough to exchange for a supernatural business license for the port mafia, even if Fyodor is the mastermind who triggered the Dragon War and fueled it behind the scenes.

Although the supernatural business license seems to be just a useless piece of paper, it actually represents the Japanese government's recognition of the dominant position of the Port Mafia in Yokohama. Therefore, the Supernatural Special Service Department will never easily give in and agree to issue the supernatural business license to the Port Mafia unless it is absolutely necessary.

However, if it was Douma who came forward, I think the face of the local transcendent would be enough to get this crucial piece of paper.