Chapter 90 Two thousand-year-old foxes perform online...
As order was restored in Yokohama, the once quiet and deserted night became bustling again.
Dazai Osamu walked alone on the busy street, giving people a feeling of being out of place.
Living in Yokohama, an unstable city, citizens' instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm prompted them to make the right choice. Whether it was the black windbreaker that did not match his age or the multiple bandages tied around Dazai Osamu, passers-by subconsciously stayed away from him.
The passers-by's avoidance did not affect Dazai Osamu's good mood. He walked towards a bar on the corner with a little expectation.
As a place for the first meeting, a bar is a very conventional and safe choice, at least for people like them who live in the other world.
The man with a big tattoo on his arm stood guard at the door of the bar with his hands clasped across his chest, scanning every person who tried to enter the bar with his vigilant eyes to make sure no minors got in.
The appearance of the black-haired boy in a black windbreaker made the man with flowery arms click his tongue impatiently. Just as he was about to ask to send this kid away who was obviously not old enough to drink, the bandage covering the black-haired boy's right eye came into his sight.
The man with the big flowery arms was stunned for a moment, and some rumors he had heard from his eldest brother came to his mind.
Moving his eyes downward, the man with flowery arms noticed that the black-haired boy also had a bandage around his neck. He swallowed nervously and finally glanced at the black-haired boy's hands. The identical white bandages on their hands made him understand the identity of the person in front of him.
In other words, even if the black-haired boy in front of him was someone else pretending to be Dazai Osamu, the new officer of the Port Mafia, he was not qualified to stop him.
After figuring this out, the man with the flowery arms, who was scared by his own thoughts and broke into a cold sweat, did not dare to stop anyone. He stepped forward to help open the door of the bar and bowed his waist to make a gesture of invitation: "Please come in, sir."
Dazai Osamu glanced at the rather clever big tattooed arm, and then was successfully blinded by the flattering look on the other's face.
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To be honest, people with this basic appearance should stop making weird expressions. Dazai Osamu, whose eyes were irritated, looked away calmly and nodded at the big flowered arm as a response.
The man with the big flowered arms, who didn't expect any response at all, covered his chest excitedly. A fierce and strong man pretended to be Xi Shi holding her heart, which successfully attracted the attention of the people around him, but he couldn't care less at this moment.
Everyone has ambition, and a lowly person like Dahuabi is no exception. After all, who wants to be a doorman at a bar for the rest of their life? Maybe this chance to meet this gentleman is his chance to move up!
Dazai Osamu saw the inexplicable excitement of the man with the big tattooed arm, and he could guess what this man was thinking with just a little thought.
There was no challenge at all, and Dazai immediately lost interest in bringing people back. Even though he was short of people because he had just been promoted, he couldn't bring all the cats and dogs back, so he refused.jpg
"Sir, please allow me to lead the way for you!" The man with the big flowery arms tried hard to control his excitement and lowered the volume of his loud and noisy voice as much as possible, which was quite inappropriate.
Dazai Osamu waved his hands, leaving no hope for anyone, and rejected the offer crisply, "No need, I can do it myself."
“Okay… okay.” The man with the tattooed arms lowered his head, deeply shocked, and went back to his post obediently. However, the unique spirit he had before was gone, which showed how miserable he felt.
He gave people hope and then shattered it with his own hands. Now the black mud spirit with a blackened value of MAX is meticulous and not at all false. He even feels that he can play this interesting game countless times.
The cold-blooded, cruel and ruthless limited edition Black Time Killer has an unshakable character. (bushi)
After entering the bar, Dazai Osamu skillfully ignored the somewhat decadent atmosphere and walked to the bar with a clear purpose and sat down. After the bartender's enthusiastic recommendation, he readily ordered a glass of the other party's signature cocktail.
Not long after, the colorful cocktail was prepared and the bartender placed it in front of Dazai Osamu.
A fragrant breeze blew over, and before Dazai Osamu reached out to pick up the wine glass, a slender white hand naturally snatched the beautiful glass of cocktail.
Dazai Osamu was not surprised when his ordered wine was snatched away. He turned his head slightly and looked at the beautiful lady beside him. With a faint smile on his handsome face, he said, "It is my honor to treat such a beautiful lady to a drink."
The unexpectedly smooth talk of the black-haired boy made Bermode's eyes darken, and his bad premonition increased. This man was indeed as difficult to deal with as the intelligence said.
Because of the voice, Vermouth suspected that Dazai Osamu was the new boss of the organization. After finally meeting him, he had to observe him more carefully and test him cautiously, not missing any clues.
Being one step behind Gin, the proud Vermouth is always in a state of tension.
Vermouth, who once surpassed Gin as the previous boss, cannot accept her current situation. She must gain the boss's trust again no matter what!
With this thought in mind, Vermouth, who was known as the 'Witch of a Thousand Faces', raised her plump red lips and sat down next to Dazai Osamu in an elegant manner, with a lazy and charming look on her face: "Thank you, Mr. Dazai."
Although they suspected that Dazai Osamu's true identity was their new boss, a cautious person like Vermouth naturally could not show his true face to the appointment unless he was 100% sure that this was true. Otherwise, Vermouth would not casually expose his true face to a stranger.
However, even though the face retouched by the magical disguise is not as beautiful as her original face, the current Bermode is still a beautiful woman, and she is not deliberately concealing her own temperament at this moment.
The cool, sexy beauty successfully charmed all the men present. Some irrational people even wanted to approach her to chat her up, but were quickly dragged away by their well-informed companions. Dazai Osamu, the new officer of the port mafia, was not someone they could afford to mess with.
Dazai Osamu, who was not included in all the men, was the only one who still kept his sanity. He cooperated with an infatuated look on his face, and grabbed Vermouth's right hand on the bar like any ordinary man, but the words he said were completely different: "Beautiful Miss Vermouth, why don't we commit suicide together~"
Vermouth instantly saw through the black-haired boy's obsession, which was only superficial, and the other party's eyes were always cold and indifferent. She smiled and pulled back her right hand that was held by Dazai Osamu: "Haha, that's not necessary."
Vermouth was not at all surprised that she was unable to charm Dazai Osamu. She would have been disappointed if Dazai Osamu was a stinky man who was so easily charmed.
Outstanding beauty is one of the weapons that Vermouth often uses, but it is not her only weapon. It is impossible to thrive in the Black Organization with beauty without wisdom.
The two people who were both on the brainpower route smiled at each other in tacit understanding. In the harmonious atmosphere, there was an undercurrent that no one noticed.
Unlike communicating over the phone, meeting in person allows Belmode to perceive more factors and understand what she might have misunderstood.
From the first moment she saw Dazai Osamu, Vermouth carefully observed all of his micro-expressions. As one of the best actors in the world, she keenly sensed that something seemed to be wrong, and her woman's sixth sense kept shouting at her.
The doubtful Bermode carefully concealed the flaws he had accidentally exposed before, and perfectly played the role of a proud yet inferior senior officer of a transnational criminal organization.
The organization that is proud of its origin is very active internationally, and is not on the same level as the small organization Port Mafia that only shows off its power in a small place like Japan. As for the point of inferiority, it is the powerlessness of a normal person when facing a person with special abilities.
With his rich acting experience, Bermode was able to finish the script in an instant and promptly make up for the flaw in his attitude during the previous phone conversation: "Regarding this cooperation, I think we should get more profit sharing. After all, the route we hold is very valuable."
After meeting, Vermouth suddenly became tough, but revealed a bit of weakness in the details, which made Dazai Osamu look at her thoughtfully for a few more times.
"What's wrong, Mr. Dazai?" Vermouth followed his character to the end. When Dazai's emotions fluctuated, he asked suspiciously, "Do you think what I said is wrong?"
"No, you are right. I have no objection to this." Dazai raised his lips, sweet and gentle like a truly harmless high school student: "Mr. Mori is also very grateful to your organization for being willing to lend us a helping hand."
Dazai Osamu and Vermouth both deliberately showed weakness at the same time. The familiar aura made them realize that the tactics they used before were also the other party's forte.
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The two were oddly silent for a while. One of them no longer followed the fictitious persona she had just established, and asked the bartender for a glass of strong liquor in a very sisterly manner; the other one put away the sweet smile that could scare acquaintances to death on his face and returned to his normal expressionless face.
After putting aside their attempts to show weakness, which failed to fool the other party, Dazai Osamu and Vermouth began to argue seriously about the division of profits.
Dazai Osamu was not particularly demanding in this regard. Anyway, he was planning to use a dirty trick (crossing it out) to kick the person out. No matter how much was signed in the contract, the only one who would benefit in the end would be the port mafia.
Vermouth naturally noticed this. She remembered Gin's instructions and deliberately nodded at Dazai: "I always feel that Mr. Dazai is thinking about something not so good."
"How could that be?" Dazai Osamu showed an expression of being wronged, frowned and said: "Ms. Bermode, you misunderstood me."
In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are flirting with each other. Their well-matched sister-brother relationship is enviable, but it is completely impossible to tell that these are actually two thousand-year-old foxes performing an online battle.
However, a smart person will not like another smart person who is very similar to himself. After the two of them finish talking about business in a harmonious atmosphere, they can't wait to break up on the spot, and are unwilling to breathe the same air with each other for even a second.
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