Chapter 129: Yokohama "Welcome to the Port Mafia."...
Dazai Osamu walked briskly in front, leading the way for them.
On both sides were the fully armed port mafia, and the player and Nakahara Chuuya naturally fell to the end of the team.
The Port Mafia showed no reaction to this, as if their duty was only to follow Dazai Osamu obediently and silently, and to ignore the other two people in the team.
"Hello." Nakahara Chuuya spoke first, without realizing that they were being controlled by someone.
His face showed the same indifference as when he discovered that the port mafia had revealed themselves in front of him, and he accepted the fact that he was about to be semi-forced to kill the leader of the mafia.
One of the reasons was the attitude of the Port Mafia, as well as their confidence in their own abilities. If it weren't for what happened before... he might have felt more relaxed than he is now.
He paused, glancing at the player next to him who didn't respond immediately.
Not wanting to pull his hands out of his trouser pockets, he hesitated briefly and nudged the other person with his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
Then, realizing the childishness of this action, Nakahara Chuuya quickly added another sentence to hide his discomfort.
He had never liked this kind of awkward and weird atmosphere.
Fushimi Kyoji shook his head at first, then stepped into the five buildings of the Port Mafia and looked around with a hint of curiosity: "I could only see it from the outside before, this is the first time I've seen what it looks like inside."
Nakahara Chuuya said calmly as a reply.
After entering the building, the rest of the port mafia stopped and stood aside with their heads down.
Only Dazai Osamu was not affected. He led the two people behind him to take the internal elevator directly to the leader's office on the top floor.
"I wonder what kind of person the new leader of the Port Mafia is."
The top floor where the chief's office is located is more heavily guarded. Elite members armed with hot weapons can be seen on guard every ten meters on both sides of the corridor.
The lighting facilities are also different from the more common bright ceiling lights. The wall lamps are dim, and combined with the dark corridor that seems to have no end, it looks like a huge mouth lying in the darkness, ready to devour people.
What a strong sense of oppression!
It feels like I can imagine the filming locations of hundreds of chase scenes in horror movies.
Nakahara Chuuya looked strange: "...You don't know yet."
Fushimi Kyoji returned his equally bewildered expression.
What players need to know
The man who was waiting for their arrival in the chief's office slowly turned around in his chair, and the dim light formed a clear line of shadow on his face.
Dazai Osamu had silently retreated to the other side at some point. Mori Ogai, who had changed his clothes and was wearing a dark red scarf, put his fingers together and greeted them calmly.
"Long time no see, Chuuya-kun. And…"
Those gloomy eyes, filled with deep emotions, curved slightly, revealing an indescribable gentleness: "Hello again, Miss Fushimi."
Fushimi Kyoki nodded in agreement. "So the Port Mafia's succession system is so democratic? Even a private doctor can inherit the leadership position."
Nakahara Chuuya suddenly choked and let out an uncontrollable "uh".
So you are thinking about this!
Mori Ogai, who also looked distressed by the player's shocking words, was much more calm. He wore an inscrutable smile and put his index finger to his lips, signaling, "Shh."
Mori Ogai's attitude of clearly stating that how he got the position of leader could not be discussed publicly made Nakahara Chuuya "tsk".
From the moment they set foot here, an invisible game began.
Whether it is the elite members guarding the door or the oppressive and solemn atmosphere, they all become part of creating a tense atmosphere.
No one took the initiative to speak, and an uneasy silence spread in the enclosed space. Mori Ogai did not let this situation last too long.
"I'm very sorry, but the Port Mafia is currently in turmoil, and I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. I hope to invite Chuuya-kun and Miss Fushimi to the Port Mafia to have a talk with me."
He was the first to break the silence and express his attitude towards the two.
——And never mention the previous unpleasantness.
Fushimi Kyoji felt the other person's gaze briefly scan their faces.
Mori Ogai did not hide his purpose, and in fact there was no need to do so.
"As the leader of the Port Mafia, I would like to invite Ms. Fushimi and Mr. Chuuya to join the Port Mafia.
Zhongyuan Zhongya was unhappy: "Tsk, how dare you say that."
The verbal offense did not leave any trace on Moriou's face. He smiled gracefully and gestured for the two to sit down.
Nakahara Chuuya stood there without moving.
"...Chuya-kun, perhaps you want to step aside for a moment?" Mori Ogai, who had initially shown a stronger interest in Nakahara Chuuya, suddenly changed his attitude and expressed his intention to talk to the player first.
"I still want to attend the class together," he gave other options.
Nakahara Chuuya pretended not to understand the other party's intention to be alone with the player, and sat calmly on the chair prepared in advance.
The player saw a flash of understanding in Mori Ogai's eyes, and then he looked at... her?
"I'm more used to being addressed casually. Fushimi, can I continue to call you that?"
He didn't want to dwell on it any further, and couldn't hear any opening between the two sentences that left room for someone to respond.
"I have the ambition to take over the Port Mafia, and although I have now achieved it, what Fushimi said last time often comes to my mind."
Player: What?
"Even during this period, I still think about it from time to time and unconsciously ask myself whether I have met the standards of a leader."
Mori Ogai supported his chin with his folded fingers, inexplicable emotions surging in his dark purple eyes, revealing a hint of distress, but his voice was always calm and unhurried.
"Discard unnecessary emotions, devote yourself completely to the organization, and lead it forward..."
He sighed softly.
"Discover the talents of your subordinates and make use of them. Treat each of them as a different part and place them in the position that best suits them and will not bury them."
Mori Ogai did not deliberately embellish anything with his words, nor did he go out of his way to conceal the chaotic aura that was so thick that it seemed tangible as the leader of the port mafia.
"Adopt a moderately permissive approach to conflicts among subordinates, ensuring that the leader is the only bond that brings them together and unites them. Create and instigate conflicts between different factions to maintain the organization's stable operation with minimal losses."
Cold, condescending, and unabashedly exploitative...
Present it to players as it is.
He almost sighed, "This is exactly what I have always demanded of myself without a single moment of slacking off."
"Therefore, I extend a sincere invitation to Fushimi."
Mori Ogai raised his eyes slightly, and in the dim environment, his eyes were still surprisingly bright: "Please stand on my side."
What's this!
The players were shocked.
Active invitation!
Sawada Tsunayoshi, you see, what's the big deal about you rejecting the players? Isn't it just that you don't agree with the players joining the Vongola? Haha, the players don't care at all.
"So……"
He paused, having already gotten the answer from the player's reaction, and continued to ask for his opinion according to the procedure.
"Your answer is"
Tonight, Mori Ogai smiled genuinely for the first time.
He spread his hands out in a displaying gesture.
"Welcome to Port Mafia."
…………
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If nothing unexpected happens, the next conversation will be between Chuuya Nakahara and Ogai Mori.
Player: skip!
In a game that pursues high realism, other plots cannot be skipped except for fixed nights.
Therefore, the player just informed Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuuya and walked out of the leader's office.
Dazai Osamu, who is currently the only one belonging to the Port Mafia and should have the responsibility to protect the leader, found a random excuse and couldn't wait to follow the player to hide away.
He allowed Chuuya Nakahara to be in the same room with the leader, without any worry that the Port Mafia would lose its leader again.
"What's so good about that kind of conversation where you know how it's going to turn out even with your eyes closed? This brainless little slug will definitely be tricked by Mr. Mori into joining the port mafia and getting exploited." He curled his lips in boredom, as if he knew the ending.
Dazai Osamu blinked, as if finally remembering that the player was also here, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Alas - the poor girl still couldn't escape the clutches of the scheming old man, how sad!"
"Didn't Dazai also accept Mr. Mori's invitation and join the Port Mafia?" Players were puzzled by Dazai Osamu's unremitting efforts to discredit Mori Ogai.
Dazai Osamu suddenly became quiet.
"A dark and illegal organization like the Port Mafia is very suitable for me to achieve my goals! And it is consistent with my previous idea." He said again after a while.
"It's the same everywhere. Only when you get incredibly close to death can you understand it."
"Then the conclusion Dazai came to after joining the Port Mafia was..." The player was confused.
Dazai Osamu laughed out loud in a rather foolish manner: "The conclusion is..."
"This is hell." He bent his only eye exposed to the air and made a conclusion.
You can tell I really hate this job!
The player thought for a moment, "Since we've chosen this job as a mafia member, we should... go to hell after we die, right?"
Eh?
The player realizes that they may have told a joke without realizing it.
Dazai Osamu looked quite amused.
"Pfft, what!"
When Dazai Osamu finally stopped laughing, he raised his hand and rubbed the dry corners of his eyes.
He stood up and casually threw a round object toward the player: "Well, a joining gift."
"Thank you!" The player caught it steadily.
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