Chapter 110: A Day Trip to Yokohama's Leibok Street
Leibo Street.
This slum is one of Yokohama's landmark buildings, along with the five buildings of the Port Mafia.
It is said that it was a deep pit formed by an explosion many years ago. No one was responsible for repairing it, so the people around built the current Leibo Street according to the terrain.
Holding a map of Leibo Street in his hand, the player drew a circle on the deep pit marked on it, and had some idea of the size of Leibo Street.
This is Leibo Street, who is using Shinra Tensei here.
"Hey, are you from the Port Mafia?" A strange voice came from behind.
Fushimi Kyoji turned around and didn't see anyone at first.
She looked up curiously and saw someone standing on the electric pole, hands in pockets, looking down at her condescendingly.
"It's so high! How did you climb up there?" The players had to look up to see each other.
"Tsk, don't change the subject." He frowned, bent his upper body without changing his movements, and jumped down directly from a high place.
The ochre-colored hair was blown by the upward airflow, falling like a meteorite wrapped in flames, and finally landed steadily in the dust raised outward from him.
Players were amazed at Nakahara Chuuya's extremely difficult moves and applauded: "Should I give you some money now?"
"...Asshole, don't treat me like a juggler!" he shouted patiently.
"Hey—how did you do that?" Players circled around him curiously. If his expression wasn't so unfriendly, they might even have reached out to touch him. "So agile, he jumped down in a flash. Normally, you'd sprain something from such a height, right?"
"Or is there a steel cable on it..." The player raised his head and placed his hand across his forehead, trying to find the prop.
"I don't need to explain your curiosity." Nakahara Chuuya didn't even frown, his cobalt blue eyes slightly lowered with impatience due to his owner's mood. "Now, answer me."
He is asking about the player's relationship with the Port Mafia.
It depends on your attitude. You have to answer.
The player raised the map in his hand towards him, gesturing and saying, "Because of this, this, that, that..."
“…” Nakahara Chuuya put his hands in his pockets.
He was silent for a moment, frowning: "What are you talking about?"
Upon hearing this, the player's face showed a puzzled heaviness. "Even in the comics, it's clear that this is all you need to say for the other person to understand."
That's just a comic book way of omitting repeated dialogues!
Nakahara Chuuya can now basically confirm that the opponent is no longer a threat, and is ready to let the player go after waiting for the answer.
Unexpectedly, the guy being questioned looked at me with a look that said, "I really can't do anything with you." He took off his coat without any tension and acted calmly.
Zhongyuan Zhongye was shocked by the player's actions and took a few steps back. He could only warn him in a harsh voice: "Don't try to play tricks."
Taking off the Port Mafia's iconic trench coat, the player asked Nakahara Chuuya: "Is this better?"
Without the jacket, it looks like he has nothing to do with the Port Mafia.
Nakahara Chuuya simply didn't know what expression to put on his face.
——It hasn’t changed at all, okay!
It would be better to say that this now makes the gun on the player's waist, which he had not noticed before, suddenly come into his field of vision!
It’s hard to describe the Central Plains in a few words.
Where did this early morning comedian come from...
Fushimi Kyoji noticed that Nakahara Chuuya was hesitant to speak, and argued for himself: "Just because I'm wearing the Port Mafia uniform, carrying a gun, and behaving strangely and suspiciously, you can't assume I'm a member of the Port Mafia!"
"Isn't this just a repetition of all your suspicious points!" Nakahara Chuuya could no longer tolerate it.
Despite this, he did not take any further action.
"In that case, I have no choice but to admit it..." The player compromised, "Actually, I'm a cadre member of a criminal organization codenamed after alcohol!"
Nakahara Chuuya snorted, motioning for him to continue, without saying whether he believed it or not. "You said your organization uses alcoholic beverages as its code name, so why don't you tell me what your code name is?"
Fushimi Kyoji: "..."
The player fell silent.
Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but wonder: "What are you hesitating about?"
The player hesitated: "Wouldn't it be more domineering to say Petrus now..."
The price of Petrus is incomparable to Black Label whisky!
Lost
Nakahara Chuuya: ...They just treat the Mafia as something to show off.
His expression paused, no longer affected by the player's behavior: "Even so, I can't trust you."
His sharp blue eyes glanced behind the player, and the temperature in his tone was several degrees colder than before: "And... stop wasting time and call your hiding companion out."
Nakahara Chuuya's hand, which had been in his pocket, moved, holding a transparent marble, tossing it up and catching it again: "Or do you want me to ask you out?"
What's that like?
A question mark appeared in Fushimi Kyo's mind.
companion?
What companion?
After waiting for a few seconds, there was no movement.
Zhongyuan Zhongye lost his patience. The marble in his hand was attached with an ominous red light. He threw it casually, and it shot towards that place like a bullet.
I don’t know what Zhongyuan Zhongya did, but players can even hear the sound of breaking air.
The inconspicuous marble was embedded directly into the cement wall, leaving a hole that made people feel frightened at the sight of it.
If it hits a person, it would probably be no different from a bullet.
"If you don't come out soon, it won't just be a greeting." One couldn't tell what his mood was from Nakahara Chuuya's voice.
Before the next marble in Chuuya Nakahara's hand was thrown, a boy with a bandage on his right eye, who looked about the same age as Chuuya Nakahara, walked out from behind the cover with his hands raised.
The harmless gesture of giving up resistance did not let Nakahara Chuuya let down his guard. If he had to give a reason... it was that - he was smiling.
Players are also very interested in the new characters, especially their right eye, face, neck and arms, which are all tightly bandaged, making it difficult to ignore their existence.
Confirmed! It's a setting that shows very little skin!
"Ah." Noticing the player looking at him, he raised his hand in a friendly manner, as if forgetting that Nakahara Chuuya was still observing him over there, and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone, "Finally, I see you."
Player: Oo?
Nakahara Chuuya's eyes swept across the faces of the player and Dazai Osamu. He unconsciously lowered his brows, not wanting to clarify the specific relationship. He just made a gesture to interrupt Dazai Osamu who was about to say something.
"I just have one question," he said, pausing to give the two men time to think. "What is your relationship with the Port Mafia?"
"You're really obsessed with the answer." As if he couldn't sense the stagnant air, Dazai chuckled. "I've been listening for a long time, and you still end up with the same topic. So - boring!"
Nakahara Nakaya remained unmoved: "You just need to answer."
"What if it's the Port Mafia?" the player was curious.
Nakahara Chuuya tilted his head, a savage grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Then you'd better start praying that you can escape from me."
The glass ball held in Chuuya Nakahara's right hand flashed red, and the marble was squeezed by gravity, instantly crushed into powder and scattered everywhere.
Player: ...=o=!
This is simply superman...
Dazai Osamu also applauded enthusiastically and read out exaggeratedly: "Wow!"
The player raised his hand excitedly: "Can we perform it again?"
"——So I told you I'm not an acrobat!!!"
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