Chapter 9
In the magnificent lobby of the Hong Kong Black Building, a pair of white sneakers that were out of tune with the local style left a series of crisp footsteps on the shiny marble floor.
The men in black suits who were patrolling the first floor in groups of two heard the sound and looked over. What they saw was a young man who looked very gentle and harmless.
He was wearing a youthful casual outfit in light colors, with long oak-white hair tied loosely behind his back. The smile on his face made him look like a standard gentle boy next door. Only his strange, gradient-colored pupils made him stand out from the crowd.
Although this man looked harmless, his appearance in the port mafia headquarters for no reason was worthy of vigilance. The two men put their hands on his chest without leaving a trace, as if ready to draw their guns at any time, and watched his every move closely to prevent any unusual movements.
Feeling someone's eyes on him, Douma looked over casually, and when he saw that they were two security guards, he looked away without paying much attention.
He looked around but couldn't find Sen Ou, who had agreed to meet him in the lobby on the first floor.
Just when Douma was about to sit on the sofa in the waiting area, a thin man wearing glasses walked towards him quickly.
Perhaps because he was in too much of a hurry, the man with glasses had a red face covered in sweat. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face while bowing and apologizing with deep fear: "I'm sorry, Mr. Douma, I'm late. I'm so sorry."
"Hmm?" Douma looked at the man with glasses in confusion.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Yuto Masaki, who's in charge of logistics. It's our first meeting, so please take care of me." Yuto Masaki hurriedly put away his handkerchief and continued to explain, "Dr. Mori was summoned by the leader and couldn't get away. He asked me to pick you up. By the way, I will be in charge of your registration."
"No, that's not what I meant." Douma shook his head, pointed at the wooden wall clock behind Masaki Yuto, and said as a matter of course: "But you are not late, I am early, so you don't have to apologize."
Masaki Yuto, who is sensitive and even a little sentimental, heard that Douma was not just being polite but really thought so. He was stunned and his eyes behind the lenses widened slightly.
As a civilian member of a violent organization like the Port Mafia, he had long been accustomed to lowering his posture to cater to the militant members of the organization, in case they were unhappy with him and found an excuse to teach him a lesson.
I didn't expect that Douma, a powerful psychic who was specifically warned by his superiors to be treated with caution, would say in person that he was not wrong.
The humble office worker Masaki Yuto felt a warm sensation in his chest, and his calm, businesslike eyes immediately became warmer. He was motivated as if he had received an injection of chicken blood: "Please follow me, Lord Douma."
He called out "Douma-sama" willingly.
The thoughtful Masaki Yuto has always believed that only a strong person who can treat the weak with true gentleness and equality is truly worthy of respect. Today he finally met such a person.
But Masaki Yuto didn't know that the reason he had this idea was somewhat related to the Xie Cult leader buff that Douma Kakuko had.
Douma, who didn't know he had a strange buff, thought that Masaki Yuto's reaction was a bit strange, but he couldn't ask directly, so he could only suppress his doubts and nodded: "Yeah."
The floor where the logistics department is located is like a normal company, with an open office floor filled with modular desks.
Because they are all clerical personnel who are not valued by the organization, they are much more energetic than other floors.
The director in charge of the logistics department is himself a civilian who has climbed the career ladder with great difficulty step by step. He turns a blind eye to the interactions between his subordinates outside of work and does not enforce strict control.
It was almost time to get off work, and the entire logistics department was bustling with activity.
However, this kind of liveliness disappeared immediately after Masaki Yuto brought in outsiders, just like the effect when the company leader suddenly appeared.
Although these people have no sense of presence in the organization, they are responsible for various clerical work and are particularly well-informed.
For example, the news that Douma came to register for work today spread directly in the logistics department. Even Douma's identity as a user with special abilities and the fact that he easily dealt with the special abilities of Takasekai were already known to them as gossip.
The clerks winked at each other, and when Douma's eyes swept over them, they quickly returned to their proper posture, not daring to look him in the face, fearing that they would be misunderstood as provocations, after all, the martial arts faction had a rather volatile temper. ⑤
The director of the logistics department, who had been staying in an independent office, received a notice from his subordinates, and hurriedly got up from his boss chair, carefully straightened his clothes, and then opened the office door with a warm smile.
"Mr. Douma, on behalf of all members of the logistics department, I welcome you to join the Port Mafia." The head of the logistics department extended his right hand to Douma.
Douma quickly reached out and shook it, nodding politely: "Thank you."
Seeing Douma's approachable attitude, the head of the logistics department relaxed, the enthusiastic smile on his face became much more genuine, and he turned around and told his subordinates who had gathered around him to quickly follow the procedures.
Seeing that his job was about to be taken away, Douma's new fanboy, Masaki Yuto, quickly squeezed past his inconsiderate colleagues, snatched the form and came to Douma, and handed him a paper and pen, "Douma-sama, just fill out this form. If there is anything you don't want to fill in, you can leave it blank."
"Okay, thank you." Douma took it and scanned it, and only hastily filled in a few boxes such as name, age, whether he has special abilities, etc., and left everything else blank. He was a time traveler, he had no relatives or friends here, and he didn't even have a past, so there were too few things to fill in.
When the head of the logistics department received the almost blank form, his expression did not change at all. He just nodded and asked his subordinate to keep it.
This is also a common practice. After all, the port mafia is an underground violent organization. Although Japanese gangs are legal, most of the things they do are not legal. Many of the people they recruit are wanted criminals, and not investigating their backgrounds has become an unspoken rule.
Douma had actually already passed the real entrance exam.
The special abilities of the Takase Society are the best tokens of allegiance, and now it’s just a matter of going through the motions.
On the other side, Mori Ogai finally dealt with the old leader, and after receiving the news that Douma was registering for a job in the logistics department, he went down from the top floor to the logistics department.
As soon as Mori Ogai stepped out of the elevator, he bumped into Douma, who was personally escorted to the elevator by the head of the logistics department. He smiled familiarly at the head of the logistics department and said, "Tanjiang, I won't bother you anymore."
Hearing the music, one can understand the elegant meaning.
Having risen from an ordinary clerical worker to the position of minister, Tian Jiang Kangping was certainly not an idiot who could not read people's expressions. He knew that these two people probably had something to say that was inconvenient for him to hear.
Whether it is Dr. Mori, who is trusted by the leader and holds power, or Douma, a psychic who has just joined the port mafia and has huge room for promotion, neither of them is someone he can afford to offend. Tian Jiang Kangping is very clear about this, so he said goodbye to the two of them very tactfully.
After watching Tian Jiang Kangping leave, Mori Ogai turned his gaze to Douma and said without question: "Douma-kun, the leader wants to see you."
Douma recalled the description in the original work about the old leader's particularly brutal reign at the end of his rule, and immediately refused with a tingling scalp: "No, I won't go."
Mori Ougai, who was used to dealing with naughty kids, took a deep breath and was not surprised at all.
As expected, Douma-kun is very similar to Dazai-kun.
Mori Oo raised his eyes and glanced upwards. The red light on the surveillance camera facing them was flashing. He said righteously, "The leader's order is absolute. Douma-kun, please stop losing your temper."
"Oh." Douma didn't believe that Mori Ogai would really obey the old leader's orders.
The simple word “oh” can be interpreted in many ways.
Especially for an old fox like Mori Ogai who has many tricks up his sleeve, facing Douma who doesn't listen at all, he can only teach him patiently: "Douma-kun, since you have joined the port mafia, you must obey the orders of the leader."
"." Douma was determined to play dumb. It was impossible for him to meet the old leader. It sounded scary.
Mori Ouwai closed his eyes because of a headache.
The luxuriously decorated corridor was now empty except for Mori Oo and Douma.
Turning sideways to avoid the surveillance camera, Mori Ogai tore off his mask and stared at Douma with a sharp look: "Douma-kun has already accepted my invitation, have you changed your mind?"
Douma naturally couldn't say that he refused to meet the leader because he was afraid. Asking this question just meant saving face.
He thought about it and came up with a plausible excuse: "There is no need to meet your ancestor who is about to die in your hands."
Mori Ogai's expression changed again and again, and he didn't know what he understood from Douma's words. Finally, he smiled with satisfaction and said in a tolerant tone: "Okay, if Douma-kun thinks so, I will help you solve this matter."
Although he was only the leader's personal doctor, Mori Ogai unexpectedly possessed a lot of power. He asked someone to arrange a room for Douma as a temporary residence.
The port mafia owns many industries. Its headquarters alone has five buildings, so employee dormitories are no problem. The difference lies in whether you are qualified to get one. The lowest-level employees do not have this benefit.
Fortunately, although Douma had just joined the Port Mafia, as a powerful psychic, he was invited back by the leader himself, so his treatment was naturally different from that of ordinary members.
After being led to the room assigned to him, Douma went in to take a look. He was quite satisfied with the room. It had a large space, luxurious decoration, and complete facilities. At least it was much better than the hotel he had stayed in before. It was not bad to live here until he could buy a house and move out.
The conscienceless Douma concentrated on tidying up his new residence, leaving all matters related to dealing with the old leader to Mori Ougai.
At this time, Sen Ouwai looked like a complete enemy.
Because he mistakenly thought that Douma's previous words were a disguised expression of his loyalty to him, he was willing to help Douma solve his problems.
It just so happens that this 'trouble' trusts him very much.