Chapter 85

When he was suddenly asked about the size of the fan club by the real boss, Masaki Yuto was stunned and his face turned red.

Of course, it is impossible to be shy.

When it comes to issues related to Douma, the thinking of Masaki Yuto, who has unknowingly changed his job to become a missionary (xie jiao limited edition), becomes extremely strange.

Not only does Masaki Yuto not think it is shameful to be caught by the real boss while organizing a fan club, but he is extremely excited and wants to show the results of his hard work to his Lord Douma.

But... Masaki Yuto thought of something and the blush on his face slowly faded away. A guess gradually took over his mind: Does Lord Douma really not know what he had done under the other's nose over the past few years?

Impossible! Douma-sama must know everything!

The fanatic, Yuto Masaki, firmly believes that the god he believes in must be an omniscient and omnipotent great being.

Douma: ??? There is no need to be so blind and dig out a black building in Hong Kong.gif

Masaki Yuto, who is very good at brainwashing himself, followed this line of thought: If that's the case, then the scale of his fan club that Douma-sama just asked him about must not be as simple as he thought, there must be a deeper meaning behind it!

The all-powerful Douma-sama must know everything he does in the port mafia. No... it should be said that Douma-sama knows everything he does anywhere!

So, when Douma-sama asked him "how big is the fan club?", he was actually dissatisfied with his slow progress. It took him several years to complete the progress of the Port Mafia. Not only that, he was at a loss to infiltrate the Black Organization, and he only recruited Gin as a new member.

With such a heartbreaking work progress, he actually has the nerve to take credit for his clumsy work in front of Douma-sama. He is truly unworthy of Douma-sama's trust in him.

This logically self-consistent and perfectly closed-loop conjecture slowly took shape in Masaki Yuto's mind, which had already turned into a cultist, and dealt a severe blow to his self-esteem and self-confidence. The remaining blush on his face was wiped away in an instant, turning his face extremely pale.

“……?!” Douma swore that he only looked away for a second to fiddle with his new phone. How come when he looked up again, the adjutant who was so energetic just now suddenly became like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted.

After all, he was the adjutant who had been by his side for a long time. Douma frowned slightly and said with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I am not feeling unwell. It's just that I can't help but feel sad when I think about how I failed to live up to your expectations of me." Masaki Yuto's face turned pale, as if his energy and spirit were drained away in an instant. The fire that was always burning in his eyes looked like it was about to go out, and he interpreted with his heart what it meant to be heartbroken.

After hearing this, Douma couldn't help but ask: "What have you done to let me down? Could it be..." Could it be that you really did as Dazai Osamu said, and quietly developed the Port Mafia into my personal fan club?

Douma didn't have the heart to say the second half of the sentence. He was afraid that if he said it, this terrible guess would immediately come true.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." Masaki Yuto stumbled and bowed to apologize, looking as if he was so ashamed that he wanted to commit disembowelment on the spot, which made Douma's heart hang in the air, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Just when Douma thought that things had really developed to the point where they were irreversible, Masaki Yuto, who was panting heavily, finally finished the second half of the sentence: "It's all because of my incompetence. The development of the fan club is not as ideal as you expected." Douma was whetted by Masaki Yuto's heavy breathing. After hearing the whole content, he breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately... Fortunately, things did not develop in the most terrible direction. Believers (crossed out) Brainless fans can have, but not too many to make trouble!

People cannot, or at least should not, choke up.jpg

Douma, who had completely forgotten that he was no longer human, immediately put the ominous premonition in his heart behind him, and relaxedly put the blame firmly on Dazai Osamu: Yes, it was that malicious little rabbit Zaizi who deceived him, and the strange thing that the port mafia secretly turned into his fan club did not exist at all.

exist!

It doesn't exist! It doesn't exist! It doesn't exist!

Important things should be said three times.

"It's okay, it's fine like this, it doesn't matter whether there is a fan club or not." Douma laughed dryly, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't dare to delve into it further. He could only bury his head in the sand like an ostrich and stop asking questions. He changed the subject and said, "Yuto, come here quickly and help me look at the new phone. How to operate this function."

The topic change was too abrupt, and Masaki Yuto naturally noticed it. He didn't think that Douma-sama was unable to control an ordinary mobile phone, so the kind-hearted Douma-sama must have done this to avoid making him feel more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

After realizing this, Masaki Yuto's heart couldn't help but surge with emotion, and his already off-the-charts favorability once again surged. The fire in his eyes that had been dead seemed to be sprinkled with gasoline, and it burned again, even more fiercely than before.

After brainwashing himself again (crossed out), the super-evolved, senior fanatic, and first missionary, Masaki Yuto, said that he understood. After interpreting the words of Lord Douma word for word, he realized it.

Douma: ...Is it possible that you figured out how to make a bubble teapot?

Masaki Yuto chewed over and over what Douma-sama said, "It doesn't matter whether there is a fan club or not," and finally understood the deep meaning. Douma-sama was hinting to him that the fan club was just a superficial situation, and faith was in the heart of the individual. It might be a good idea to change the fan club from open to covert.

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

After the confusing conversation, Douma and Masaki Yuto both found peace of mind.

Well, everyone has a bright future.

Putting aside the love-hate relationship (? ) here, on the other side, Mori Ogai is busy looking for people to prepare for the grand ceremony of Dazai Osamu and the pianist's promotion to cadres.

Although the promotion ceremony of cadres is just a formality, the port mafia today really needs such a form that can quickly spread the news throughout the inner world.

The cadre positions of the Port Mafia have been vacant for a long time due to some well-known reasons. This is not a good thing for the Port Mafia, which has been implementing the five-member cadre system. It can even be said to be a hidden danger that affects the internal stability of the Port Mafia.

Normally, the few officials of the Port Mafia can still get by, but now that Mori Owl has made it clear that he intends to vigorously develop the Port Mafia, he can no longer ignore it.

Otherwise, Mori Ogai wouldn't be so anxious to promote two young cadres in one breath, and they are all candidates who can arouse his jealousy. Or in other words, if they are not the ones who can arouse Mori Ogai's jealousy, they are not worthy of becoming the new cadres of the Port Mafia.

After all, Mori Ogai was a suspicious person by nature, not to mention that the means by which he rose to power were a little illegitimate. Not many people believed the lie that the previous leader died of illness, and the inside world was full of rumors. Mori Ogai was naturally afraid that others would follow suit and overthrow him.

However, no matter how reluctant they are, the vacancies in the Port Mafia cadres have reached a critical moment that must be filled, because Mori Ogai not only wants the Port Mafia to consolidate its position as the uncrowned king of Yokohama, but also wants to further expand externally.

Mori Oo's endless ambition drives the revitalized warship, Port Mafia, towards unknown territory.

Only with enough helpers can Mori Ouwai, the helmsman, allow the port mafia to gain a firm foothold in the new field, rather than suffering a severe setback and becoming a laughing stock to outsiders.

With the top leader constantly urging them from behind, and the port mafia having plenty of money to hold banquets, all arrangements went smoothly without any mistakes.

Of course, the guards would take care of the "rats" that occasionally sneaked in and tried to cause trouble, but in terms of combat power, the port mafia was not inferior at all.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was helping to maintain the security of the banquet, stood on a tall mast. His cobalt blue eyes, as beautiful as the sea, shone with a sharp light. He casually looked down at everything below, taking in all the

He pays close attention to every situation and doesn't miss any abnormality.

The top was just big enough for one foot to stand on. Just imagining standing on it was scary enough, but Nakahara Nakaya seemed to be firmly glued to it with glue. Even if the sea breeze blew, he didn't move at all.

Nakahara Chuuya, who has unknowingly shed his baby fat, looks less immature than when he first joined the Port Mafia, adding a lot of sophistication to the auburn-haired boy who is about to enter adulthood.

Judging from Nakahara Chuuya's appearance, he definitely looks like a pure beautiful boy, but as long as others look into his eyes, the vibrant and powerful aura that is about to overflow will not let anyone have such a ridiculous illusion.

As if he saw something, Nakahara Chuuya's eyes fixed, and he tiptoed away from the top of the mast, falling freely without fear.

Amid the exclamations of the guests in groups of three or four, Nakahara Chuuya, whose body was covered with a layer of red light at some point, landed lightly on the deck like a feather, without causing any unnecessary damage to the hull.

It should be emphasized here that this brand new luxury cruise ship was not rented by them, but was purchased at a huge cost by Moriowa in order to add some necessary style to the port mafia. Sometimes this kind of simple face-saving project is very useful when dealing with specific trading partners.

"Who are you?" Nakahara Chuuya was a meticulous person. Since Mr. Mori asked him to be in charge of the security this time, he memorized the list at the beginning. Obviously, the strange boy in front of him was not among the invited guests.

Blown by the cold sea breeze, the thin boy with black hair gradually turning white at the ends couldn't stop coughing: "Cough... I... cough cough..."

Nakahara Chuuya's brows gradually wrinkled, and just before he asked again, a familiar annoying voice sounded behind him: "Chuuya~"