Chapter 147: You Hong Kong/Black people are really happy about the situation in Yokohama! ...
"You're actually serious..."
Mushitaro Oguri stared blankly at the promotional video that was projected on the screen of the Hong Kong/Black Building all day long. It showed the image of Xiaoyong, who single-handedly defeated the entire hostile organization, with no expression on his face.
"Mr. Mori said that he hopes Mr. Mushitaro can take over Shuuya's remaining work." The player conveyed the leader's order to Oguri Mushitaro, who was standing still and staring at the Minato/Kuro building.
"Using a special camera angle, a guy who is so short actually looks very tall."
What on earth is the Port Mafia planning to do? Are they planning to launch a Yokohama idol?
Oguri Mushitaro sneered sinisterly, his whole body filled with resentment towards Nakahara Chuuya, who was currently enjoying great success on the screen.
Based on the complaint, Fushimi Kyoji offered a solution: "Well, if you're really dissatisfied, why not go and talk to Chuuya in person?"
"How is that possible?" Oguri Mushitaro spoke quickly, refusing without hesitation. "Do you want me to die?"
The player tilted her head in surprise. If her perception was correct, Nakahara Chuuya's personality was considered one of the mildest in the Port Mafia.
Oguri Mushitaro's face turned extremely bad, and he asked the player, "Could it be that the evil god statue is the kind of person who is easy to talk to?"
...what else.
"...Haha, I can't explain it to you clearly." He glanced at the player's puzzled expression, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said this in an even more rude attitude.
Oguri Mushitaro's eyes unconsciously fell on the video playing on the Hong Kong/Black Building. The opponent was fighting with pure strength.
, creating an indescribable beauty through the shooting techniques.
If he were to be like this...
Oguri Mushitaro straightened his back unconsciously, began to adjust the collar of his suit, and his expression relaxed slightly.
It's not impossible to negotiate.
"Let's get to work now!" The player who led people to the intelligence room encouraged Oguri Mushitaro.
Pressed against the desk, with files stacked more than a meter high in each hand, Oguri Mushitaro expressionlessly began erasing his criminal record:...
I thought they wanted him to shoot a promotional video like Chuuya Nakahara.
Haha, in the end, all the post-war mess was left to him.
"You just want me to use my special ability, why do you have to say it in front of the Hong Kong/Black Building!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed his hand on the table in anger.
The player looked at him in confusion.
"Don't play innocent! You evil little brat, you definitely did it on purpose!"
The intelligence officer assigned by Mori Ogai to cooperate with Oguri Mushitaro in using his special abilities neatly organized the documents. He took the time to raise his hand and push the frame of his glasses. Ignoring Oguri Mushitaro's resentment, he carefully smoothed out the wrinkled paper documents that were caused by the other party's rough treatment and put them away carefully.
The other party's boring reaction made Oguri Mushitaro pay more attention to him, and his eyes were fixed on the other party's face.
Fushimi Kyoji followed the direction where Oguri Mushitaro's gaze rested, and the clerk with glasses calmly allowed them to look at him.
"You are... the guy at Lupin Bar that day." Oguri Mushitaro glanced at Ango Sakaguchi's face and recognized his identity.
After being reminded by Oguri Mushitaro, Fushimi Kyoji also recalled his impression of Sakaguchi Ango: "Mr. Suspicious Eyes!"
Oguri Mushitaro relaxed a little, but he was still subconsciously suspicious: "You actually joined the Port Mafia."
"I have to make a living." Sakaguchi Ango smiled his unmistakable smile and answered flawlessly, "It's no different from why you two chose the Port Mafia."
"What's more, the treatment offered by the port mafia is quite generous."
So could you please stop mentioning that he's suspicious?
Oguri Mushitaro withdrew his suspicious gaze, no longer devoting any extra attention to Sakaguchi Ango, and muttered to himself angrily, "I really hate Yokohama, a city that breeds incomprehensible people."
It's unclear why Oguri Mushitaro's mood suddenly turned sour, and players have different opinions on Yokohama: "Eh, is that true? I think Yokohama is very interesting. You don't see a mafia of this scale anywhere else."
"What else do you think I hate?" Oguri Mushitaro said in an angry voice, unable to bear it any longer.
Sakaguchi Ango: Is this a compliment to Yokohama...
"Besides, what's there to look up to in the Mafia? They're obviously terrifying."
The player clenched his fist and said firmly, "The windbreakers they gave out are very handsome!"
"What kind of child are you!"
After Oguri Mushitaro finished his rant, his emotions calmed down and he regained his composure: "Anyway, whether it's the Port Mafia or any other organization, it makes no difference to me."
Sakaguchi Ango was slightly startled, not expecting the other party to respond to his previous test.
"It's all just for their own selfish desires. They want to use my special powers to erase traces of their crimes and make it easier for them to do their dirty work." Oguri Mushitaro crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive posture. Sakaguchi Ango subconsciously analyzed his body language.
Oguri Mushitaro glanced at the figure beside him with a nonchalant expression, and added reluctantly, "...It's the same everywhere."
"That's different," the player retorted innocently, "Mr. Mori seems very happy with Mushitaro-san."
"With Mushitaro-san, the Port Mafia won't have to worry about a supernatural license."
Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses: "..."
The Port Mafia boss certainly won't be bothered.
Now it’s someone else who should be worried!
With the ability to make criminal evidence disappear, having a business license is no longer a primary necessity for the port mafia.
The eyes behind the lenses flickered for a moment, and Sakaguchi Ango heard a voice falling in the room that did not belong to anyone present.
"It seems you already know each other. I was thinking of introducing you." A boy with a bandaged eye suddenly appeared. In Ango Sakaguchi's mind, he was almost synonymous with caution. However, as if he hadn't realized it, he pushed him forward with familiarity and enthusiastically introduced him to the players: "Ango is a newcomer that Mr. Mori is optimistic about! He even made an exception and let him handle intelligence on the Port Mafia."
Sakaguchi Ango remained unfazed by praise or criticism: "It just so happens that in terms of special attack intelligence, it is an honor for me to be valued by the leader."
"Really?" Dazai Osamu asked back calmly.
"As an intelligence officer, you don't need me to introduce Fushimi?" Dazai Osamu asked, but without leaving any room for refusal, he continued, "And this person... is not important."
The ignored Oguri Mushitaro: "I suddenly realized that you are quite annoying!"
As if Ango Sakaguchi couldn't hear the hidden rejection in Dazai Osamu's words, he nodded slightly to the player.
"I've heard of some related stories." He said calmly.
Especially the recent Dragon Head War, his popularity was second only to the Sheep King who was recruited by the leader of the port mafia.
Dazai Osamu took a step forward, standing between the two men, and said weakly, "Mr. Mori, you are so lucky to have a subordinate like Fushimi."
"Why not get rid of Mr. Mori and take over!" he suggested on a whim.
Ango Sakaguchi could hardly control his expression. He wanted to confirm from other people's reactions whether he had some kind of auditory hallucination, otherwise why would he hear Dazai Osamu's speech about usurping the throne in public.
He was disappointed.
Oguri Mushitaro didn't even raise his eyelids, and the player emphasized: "Dazai probably wouldn't like the job of a leader, he would find it boring... probably."
This is the key point, right?
"In the final analysis..."
Dazai Osamu muttered to himself: "Who would want to do this troublesome job that will only hinder suicide..."
The player looked at him in confusion.
How come no one wants to?
Mori Ogai is enjoying it!
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