Mission of the Firm

The smell of disinfectant was very obvious. The blood-stained bandages were removed one by one, and after the wounds were hastily treated, they were tightly wrapped again.

The man with short black hair had his arms and neck bandaged, not because of any serious injuries, but because of his personal preference.

The black suit was very close fitting, and the long suit jacket was draped over his shoulders. Dazai Osamu put the bandage he had brought into his pocket, and looked at his subordinates who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and smiled.

"Tsk."

The subordinate immediately pursed his lips, with an expression that said, "I'll keep it a secret."

If Kunikida knew about it and got hurt accidentally while running around during the mission, he would be scolded. If it was a quick death, Dazai Osamu would not refuse it.

But dying from an infected wound is terrible.

The large bottle of disinfectant was wasted so recklessly that most of it spilled onto the iron tray. The blood from the wound was washed away, revealing a bright red wound.

Disinfectant is irritating, and this rough handling method shocked the subordinates behind him. But thinking of Dazai's character, he sighed and put his mind at ease.

After all, no one would actively seek a shortcut to death. Lord Dazai is the first.

The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The sudden sound startled the subordinate. He felt guilty for doing something bad, so he lowered his head and took two steps back: "Lord Ranbu."

Ranpo, like Dazai Osamu, is a member of the Port Mafia. Compared to other members, they are the most difficult bosses to approach.

Because you never know, the smiling Dazai-sama in the last second will sneer and punish you for your mistake in the next second. Similarly, Ranpo-sama, whose mood is changeable, is rarely communicated with by ordinary people at close range.

In his own words, "You are all too stupid. You still don't understand even though I've told you it's so clear."

It is a common understanding that smart people don't bother talking to fools.

Luanbu opened the door and walked in. He looked around first and then said, "Where's Dun?"

Dazai Osamu had just taken off the bandage that was wrapped around his face. Hearing this, he just blinked innocently and said, "I don't know."

"Hmph." Ranpo sat down on another chair and put his hands on the table. "Then I'm going to tell Kunikida."

"Huh?"

"Tell him that not only did you sneak away during the mission, but you also took the diary he hid in the third drawer, and..."

"wait!"

Before he could finish his words, Dazai Osamu held his forehead helplessly and said, "Forget it, Ranpo-sama - if I really tell him, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for a month."

"The great Ranpo-sama must know where Adun is, so please go and save him like a hero." Dazai Osamu clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

Luanbu sat up and sized up the person in front of him with half-closed eyes: "Your idea is very dangerous. Don't have direct contact with the hound."

Dazai Osamu's smile froze for a moment, then he sighed and leaned back in his chair: "You've seen through it, I know my limits."

After rolling his eyes, Ranpo snorted. He knew that Dazai Osamu knew his limits, but this guy was best at putting himself in danger.

But there is no point in saying more; conversations between smart people tend to be brief and to the point.

After getting the answer, Ranpo left briskly, just as he had come. Looking at the door that was closed again, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes and tapped the table lightly with one hand.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and the subordinates felt the pressure invisibly as they looked at their boss' expressionless face.

"Go investigate who you came into contact with during yesterday's mission," Dazai Osamu said, tilting his head. "Investigate carefully the strangers who made eye contact and had conversations with you."

"yes."

Those people are really omnipresent. It seems that we should talk to the leader to prevent Luanbu from going out again.

In terms of combat power, Ranbu has the lowest combat power among all the officers. His physique is not much different from that of an ordinary person, and he also has an old headache.

If those guys don't succeed in using soft tactics, they might resort to hard tactics.

Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes again, and after thinking for a while, he gave another order.

"Let Atsushi follow him around, and stay close to him." Dazai said, smiling again, "As for Atsushi's original tasks, just pile them all on Kunikida's desk."

The subordinate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at his boss who was excited to take on his own tasks. In his heart, he felt sorry for Lord Kuniki.

The mission was arranged, and Dazai Osamu wrapped half of his face with a bandage again. He had to slip away before Kunikida completed his mission and came back.

At this time, the lowest level of the building, the underground area.

The dark passage had no lighting, except for a small dim light at the end of the road. The area was very depressing, with iron gates all around and the air filled with unpleasant odors.

This is part of the interrogation department and is managed by one of the officers, Yosano Akiko.

The iron door was opened, and there was not even a light in the empty room. A faint smell of blood filled the air, and the sound of iron chains being pulled could be heard from inside.

"Adon!"

He stood at the door in a hurry, his brows wrinkled because of the terrible environment here.

The iron chain made a crackling sound, followed by a hoarse reply: "Mr. Ranbu?"

The light inside was very dim, but with the light from behind, I could still vaguely see a human figure hanging on the wall.

Luanbu had never been to an interrogation room before. He felt the iron door and tried to go in. The people inside immediately became anxious.

"Don't come over, Mr. Ranpo!" Nakajima Atsushi said hurriedly.

"Then come out by yourself." Luanbu found a seat and sat down, "Hurry up - we still have to go out."

The iron chain naturally couldn't trap Nakajima Atsushi. After a crisp sound, the iron chain as thick as two fingers broke.

After changing into clean clothes, the people in the room slowly walked out.

The robe-like clothing covered her hands and feet, and the wide collar covered half of her face. The plush collar edge revealed even less of her face. Her short white hair was a little messy, as if it had been haphazardly cut with scissors.

The person in front of you is the "protagonist" of this world.

Lu Ninja squinted his eyes to look, and when his eyes met, the latter shrank back and hid his face in his collar.

Nakajima Atsushi, with the ability "Moon Beast", can strengthen his body or completely transform into a tiger. He grew up in an orphanage and was imprisoned by the director because of his ability. Then, when he was a teenager, his ability went out of control and he began to escape.

After being wanted by various forces, he was discovered by Dazai Osamu, who belonged to the port mafia, and brought back to the port.

Later, under the influence of the leader Fukuzawa Yukichi's supernatural power, [No one is better than you], the ability was controlled.

The reason why he has a good relationship with me is simply because he is by my side and only needs to do simple tasks such as leading the way.

Compared to the training under Dazai Osamu, it is indeed a little easier.

"Mr. Ranbu, the leader said that we can't..."

Looking at the plastered arm, Nakajima Atsushi felt very guilty. But this did not mean that he would tolerate Mr. Ranpo leaving the building.

The mission failure was indeed his fault, otherwise Ranpo wouldn't have been injured. Nakajima Atsushi felt guilty about his dereliction of duty, so he asked to be punished.

"No." He walked in front at a haphazard pace, occasionally looking back and saying, "A-Dun is too timid, we are just going out for a trip."

Although the leader had arranged not to let him go, no one dared to stop him if he insisted on going out.

Nakajima Atsushi looked embarrassed, he raised his hands, looking at a loss. The guard gave him a sympathetic look, then nodded to him secretly.

The nod meant that he could let him go. The leader probably expected Ranbu to not stay still. Nakajima Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

This time he will definitely protect Mr. Ranpo well.

He grew up in an orphanage. Not only did he have no relatives, but no children of his age were willing to get close to him.

He felt that he had no purpose until he met Mr. Dazai, who taught him that his abilities could be controlled and that he was not useless.

After joining the Port Mafia, not only did his abilities come under control, but he also met a leader and a boss who cared about his subordinates. And Ranpo, like Kagamika, was someone who would magically take out snacks after a mission and take him out when he was bored and daydreaming.

He had never tasted those desserts before. Mr. Ranpo was very generous and often invited him and Jinghua to have afternoon tea together.

Although the three were often punished for their misbehavior, no one had the heart to refuse Luanbu's request.

"Mr. Ranpo, we've already bought a lot of things..." Nakajima Atsushi said with difficulty, holding a pile of things, "Where else should we go next?"

The person walking in front was strolling around leisurely, and occasionally when he saw some snacks he liked, he would buy them with shining eyes.

Nakajima Atsushi took a deep breath, and then a piece of crepe was stuffed into his mouth.

Okay, suddenly I’m not tired anymore.

Most of what he was holding in his arms were snacks, but most of them were three servings. In fact, it wasn't tiring to carry these things, but the sight in the dark made him very concerned.

Someone was watching them, or walking in front of them. If someone really did fight on the street, most of the things in their arms would become a hindrance.

Luan Bu stopped walking and squinted at the reflection in the glass: "Don't worry, they won't do it on the street."

Nakajima Atsushi's eyes widened as he was worried about being discovered, but he also felt that Ranbu's discovery was expected. He nodded and said "hmm".

It was not convenient to do anything with so many people coming and going on the street. Besides, the two men were not dressed like criminals. Luanbu thought so and then looked back carelessly.

It’s too early to say that. Dun’s outfit is indeed eye-catching.

"Cough cough." A suppressed cough sounded.

In the noisy crowd, this cough was so inconspicuous. But Nakajima Atsushi still looked back accurately as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

Across the crowd, a figure in a grey windbreaker came into view. He had short black hair with a hint of white at the temples. His face was slightly pale, and he was looking at me with his eyes slightly narrowed.

That was his archenemy, Akutagawa Ryunosuke. The two had always been at odds with each other, but they had never fallen to the point of fighting in the streets.

"I think Mori's office has received some kind of mission." Ranpo came over and explained, "I guess he will come over soon and invite us to sit down. If he doesn't go, he will probably use other methods."

Nakajima Atsushi swallowed and became more nervous. Since Ranpo said so, they would definitely do it.

Although we were on the street, there was more than one person coming from the opposite direction.