Strictly speaking, Sugawa Gen is not a member of the organization. But he has a big brother in the organization, and since he has experience in this area, he will definitely be used as a resource.

The mission this time is to maximize the benefits in the transaction between the organization and the port mafia, so he, the former head of the Gojo family, is the most suitable person to participate.

After Sugawa Gen changed into his suit and went out, Amuro Toru just glanced at him sideways, turned around and walked away without any emotion, unwilling to say a word.

Sugawa Gen didn't say anything either. He rolled up his sleeves. He hadn't worn a suit since he came here. He wore a suit when he was a villain. But he didn't miss it at all.

His hair has not been taken care of for a long time and is now half-long, with the curly ends hanging lazily on his shoulders. Perhaps to make him look more mature, he was given a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose to vaguely cover up his bottomless blue eyes. His skin is pale, and in this black suit he really looks like a moody boss behind the scenes.

Although he is actually this kind of person, this outfit actually fits his personality perfectly.

Amuro Toru took him to the innermost private room and suddenly said:

"Don't say anything more when you go in."

Sugawa Gen understood, isn't it just being a mascot?

Amuro Toru looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at some annoying bug. But he turned around and knocked on the door with a carefully calculated smile.

Sugawa Gen: ..

A man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, who looked very tough, opened the door, looked at the two of them sinisterly, and stepped aside to make way.

"Hello!"

The half-bald Mediterranean man who seemed to be the person in charge stood up with an enthusiastic smile and looked back and forth between the two. Then he rushed to the front of Qichuanyuan and quickly grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.

"Hello, hello, you must be Mr. Gojo! I've heard a lot about you!"

Although the Gojo family has long disappeared from the public eye, everyone in the underworld knows that the only son of the Gojo family saved the situation when the Gojo family was in danger and steadily caught its fallen crown. He quickly carried out reforms and embarked on a low-profit but ordinary road. Of course, he naturally did not give up the areas he occupied. Instead, he became stronger and stronger under the background of unspoken rules.

So even though the Gojo family has publicly left that field, it still occupies a dominant position underground.

Qichuan Yuan's eyelids twitched, and his heart felt a chill because of the greasy touch on his hand. He pulled up the corner of his mouth, pulled his hand back without leaving a trace, and said politely:

"Hello.."

He paused for a moment, and the bald man immediately replied, "My name is Tanaka Satoru."

Qichuan Yuan nodded slightly, "Hello, Mr. Tanaka."

He turned his head to look at Amuro Toru, with a hint of impatience in his eyes. Amuro Toru ignored him as if nothing had happened and turned to look at Tanaka Satoru, "Then let's get started."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Tanaka Satoru smiled apologetically and quickly directed the two men to sit down. However, out of their sight, his eyes were filled with grimness.

In fact, the meeting was mainly about Toru Amuro and the bald man practicing Tai Chi. Although Gen Sugawa has always been an expert at this kind of thing, Toru Amuro has already said to shut up, and he doesn't want to make himself look bad.

Anyway, in the end, it was the organization that suffered the loss because the mission went wrong, and it was Toru Amuro who got hurt.

But it has nothing to do with him, Qichuan Yuan.

Gen Sugawa leaned back in his seat, staring at the bald man expressionlessly, marveling at his glowing head.

How much oil must be applied to make it so shiny?

Tanaka Satoru's smile was stiff, he couldn't ignore the extremely visible sight above his head, he felt a slight chill on his head, cold sweat broke out, the little thoughts in his mind were strangled, he was afraid that the head of the Gojo family, who didn't look very upright, would shoot him in the head if he was unhappy.

His smile became more exaggerated and more genuine, and unintentionally, the negotiation went much more smoothly.

"Mr. Gojo is really a young and promising man."

He picked up the wine and changed the topic to Qichuan Yuan from time to time.

At first, Qichuan Yuan would respond a few times, but later he just lowered his head and looked at his fingers, not giving any face at all.

Satoru Tanaka was not afraid of embarrassment and talked about this and that with Toru Amuro, but he didn't talk about the core issue.

Whenever Toru Amuro talks about the profit sharing issue, he would start to pour out a barrage of compliments, even using such strong language skills that he never repeats himself.

In the first half, Qichuan Yuan patiently sat here and listened to an hour of business flattery. In the second half of the negotiation, Qichuan Yuan completely lost his patience, said hello and walked out.

His departure did not have much impact on the meeting, but Tanaka Satoru finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the little thoughts in his heart began to become active again.

Toru Amuro looked at him with a half-smile, tapping the table with his fingers intermittently. A strong sense of pressure permeated Tanaka Satoru and the corners of his mouth stiffened again.

Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was not a good person!

The hotel they were staying in was a standard commercial hotel. After leaving the room, Gen Sugawa leaned against the wall boredly and looked at the mural on the wall, which was a picture of an explosion.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”

The strange boy with the bandage just now appeared here at some point. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Qichuan Gen with a calm expression. His iris-colored eyes were as calm as water.

Qichuan Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?"

"Well," the black-clothed young man showed a helpless expression, and he spread his hands, "Qikawa is really slow and slow, it's a bit scary."

Although he knew that he knew him but didn't know his name, Gen Sugawa smiled and said nothing.

The boy chuckled and leaned against the wall casually. "Why use the explosion from five years ago as a mural? Is it for commemoration?"

With a look of scrutiny in his eyes, he looked at Qichuan Yuan coldly, "Or..."

"It's a curse." He snapped his fingers, turned around and jumped onto the windowsill, his lips curled slightly, "Qikawa Yuan, don't run away anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind blew past, followed by a deafening explosion. There was a buzzing sound in Qichuan Yuan's head, and after a brief moment of deafness, he turned around dully and was caught and protected by the man who had appeared behind him at some point.

The fierce firelight illuminated the entire corridor with an ominous orange-red color. Before being knocked down, Qichuan Yuan only saw the gold rim on the man's head and a pair of clear blue eyes with upturned corners, a standard cat's eye.

The man covered Sugawa Gen's eyes and didn't let go until the aftermath of the explosion died down.

"Wait a little longer..."

He looked at Qichuan Gen and opened his mouth, but he heard footsteps nearby. He stood up alertly and disappeared in a flash.

Another strange person.

Qichuan Yuan thought about the golden frame that flashed by, but unfortunately he didn't see any information.

But wait, what does this mean?

Stop running away, what does this mean?

Why did I meet so many mystery tellers today?

He felt dizzy and lay on the ground in a daze. For a moment, he even forgot to stand up. It was not until a blond young man rushed over that he reacted.

"Sugawa Gen!"

After Toru Amuro finished discussing cooperation with Satoru Tanaka, an explosion occurred right after he stepped out of the room. This coincidence reminded him of the explosion five years ago, and he couldn't help but suspect that it was related to Gen Sugawa.

However, when he got here, he only saw Qichuan Gen lying on the ground, motionless.

"Sugawa Gen!"

Amuro Toru ran over and found that there was no injury on Gen. Saikawa. It was just that his hair was a little messy from the aftermath of the explosion. He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Gen. Saikawa to run away. The fire was huge, even bigger than the fire caused by the explosion five years ago. If they didn't leave now, they would be trapped in the fire today.

Qichuan Yuan followed him obediently, his eyes passing over the wide open window. The strange young man had disappeared at some point.

As they got closer to the door, the light coming through the door became brighter and brighter. Gen Sugawa turned around with a feeling. The explosion scene behind him gradually overlapped with the mural on the wall. His eyes went dark, and suddenly some blurry images flashed before his eyes - "Where's Midorikawa?"

This is the blond undercover agent. Qichuan Gen seemed to see his cold and somewhat inhuman face from his gray-purple eyes.

"Didn't you see it? It's in the room."

This was his voice, with a hint of indifference and extreme indifference.

"Zhufu Jingguang! Are you leaving or not?"

This seems to be him too, why is he so flustered?

"Xiao Yuan, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

This voice sounds like that man just now...

"What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Come here seven years later and I'll tell you."

"Wait a little longer..."

The firelight illuminated the sky, and the young man with blue cat eyes jumped down from the window. As he left, he only gave Qichuan Yuan a soothing smile, "Goodbye."

At the Gojo family, the black-haired boy looked calmly at the peaceful young man with cat eyes across from him, "You are from the Metropolitan Police Department, right?"

He didn't deny it, but just smiled and said nothing.

"You're going to organize an undercover operation, right?"

The black-haired boy spoke, ignoring the stunned expression of the young man opposite him, and spoke coldly:

"I advise you not to go."

"My mission has changed. After accompanying you to Yokohama, I may not be able to come back for a while. We will meet again if we are lucky."

The cat-eyed young man rubbed his head gently, looking into the distance with a firm gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Gojo couldn't hold on."

This is the door of the emergency room, with a tired face and an apologetic voice.

"I'm sorry, Officer Matsuda has died."

This is Matsuda's colleague, who sighed sadly and posted the notice on the bulletin board.

"Feel sorry.."

This is the countless people who have said sorry, "Is it worth it? Are you sure? Exchange everything you have for it."

"Sure."

"Transaction concluded. I wish you good luck in military affairs and a smooth journey."

Fragmented fragments flooded into Qichuan Yuan's mind like crazy, as if he had watched a pantomime. Qichuan Yuan's heart tightened and a stream of warm blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth like a flood. He felt an unprecedented feeling of suffocation in his heart.

His eyes went blank, and he followed Amuro Toru out of the hotel powerlessly. But he finally couldn't resist the heavy fatigue and fainted in front of the raging fire.

He seemed to remember everything about Morobushi Kagemitsu and everything about Sugawa Gen.

In fact, there has never been another person, he is Sugawa Gen.