Chapter 132

The power of the two words "not going" was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. The black bad dog of the port mafia opened his eyes wide and stood there in a daze, as if he didn't understand.

Kono Seira looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke's dazed black eyes, his lips curved upwards, and his gentle voice hinted at his attitude of not giving up until this point: "If you need anything from me, please ask Chief Mori to send a more formal visiting card."

In the silence, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but burst out laughing, breaking the deadlock.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression changed several times, his brows were wrinkled, and the belt floating in the air emitted a faint red light.

The atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

Just when people could not help but suspect that he was about to use his supernatural powers to force a breakthrough, Dazai Osamu, who had nothing to do with the matter, spoke slowly: "Is this sentence so difficult to understand? Mr. Mori guessed it when he sent you here, right?"

Akutagawa was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "Yes."

He took a half step back and bowed in the direction of the two people.

Seeing that he was really going to go back the same way, Gongye Sheng's conscience tightened, and he subconsciously called out to him: "Akutagawa!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stopped when he heard the voice, waiting for him to change his mind.

This sound came out instinctively, and Gongye Shengliang found it difficult to say it when it came to his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Sorry, nothing, you go ahead."

Akutagawa was startled, and nodded to him silently again.

It was not until Akutagawa completely disappeared from his sight that Dazai Osamu suddenly spoke, "Do you want to find Chuuya?"

Gongye Shengliang was distracted and just said "hmm" without thinking much. He realized something was wrong after he said it.

At first glance, Dazai Osamu's mouth corners had already turned down.

The young man in the sand-colored windbreaker stared at him, and said in a subtle tone, "That's a pity. Chuuya is on a business trip, so I'm afraid this trip will be cancelled."

Seeing his expression, Kono Seiryoshi's heart was alarmed. He thought for a moment before speaking cautiously: "That's not the case... I'm already very happy to meet you and Mr. Oda."

Dazai Osamu's eyes were unclear: "Really?"

He asked casually, not expecting a reply, and waved his hand before turning around. "Let's go, let's go to a place to rest first."

After this interruption, the slightly unpleasant topic was brought to an end.

Gongye Shengliang followed him obediently.

Dazai seemed unhappy, but compared to the alienated feeling just now, the "I'm not happy" emanating from him at this moment made Kimino Sei secretly relieved.

But - he didn't understand what was wrong - why was Dazai unhappy?

Is it because Zhong Ye is on a business trip?

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"It's already the sixth day, and you still haven't sent anyone to look for him?"

Yamamoto Takeshi tilted his head to look at the brown-haired young man at the head seat, "——A-Tsuna?"

He still had a hearty smile on his face, but his sword-like brows were deeply furrowed.

In the Vongola's senior conference room, the Guardians scattered around the world gathered together for a rare occasion - except for Harumori who was still in seclusion and the mysterious Rokudo Mukuro. Even Kumomori, who hated gatherings, symbolically left a voice message.

Before Sawada Tsunayoshi could say anything, Ran Mori, who was on the left side of the leader, frowned and said, "Hey, are you questioning the decision of the Tenth Generation?"

"The tenth generation has a vision far beyond ours. As subordinates, we just need to carry out the instructions."

Jigokudera Hayato's black suit was neat and tidy, and his silver-gray hair and eyes as cold as green tourmaline made him look particularly inhuman.

However, within two seconds, this cool and elite appearance was distorted by anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you not tell the headquarters a word for so many days? You are really too arrogant."

Yamamoto Takeshi laughed twice without caring: "Of course I trust Tsuna's decision."

The corners of his lips curled up, and he remembered something: "That kid is the same. He has always trusted Gang the most."

Lei Shou Rambo, who still has a few months left before adulthood, gave a "that's enough" look and crossed his arms across his chest in silence: "Why didn't you say that to my face?"

Only when he is carrying people behind his back will he transform into a grumpy old mother in menopause (referring to Jigokudera) and a nagging old father who dotes on his children (referring to Yamamoto).

"Since Shengliang entered high school, he no longer allowed me to call him that. He would get angry if I said it to his face."

Yamamoto Takeshi's bright smile faded a little: "Although he's cute when he's sulking, I still want to see him come back safely."

"By the way, where's Mukuro? There's no way he doesn't know."

On the right side of the chief seat, a woman with long purple hair and a serene and beautiful face tilted her head.

"As for Mukuro-sama, he has been taking Fran for special training since last week."

Kulom smiled and said, "Look for the person named Bai Lan."

When Bai Lan was mentioned, there was silence in the conference room for a moment, and even Lei Shou, who was the most casual, straightened his face.

"It won't be long."

The tenth generation, who had been listening quietly, put down his folded hands, and his warm brown eyes were waving. "I believe him, too."

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes drooped gently, but when he raised his eyes again, a serious look appeared on his face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi spoke slowly: "Bai Lan came to me a year ago."

Lan Shou's eyes widened. As the tenth generation's first right-hand man, he had never heard of such a thing.

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled at him, but he had never mentioned it to anyone.

That was a month before the enthusiasm wore off, and seven days after the car accident.

Victory was certain, the negotiations with the committee had come to an end, and several other families that had been waiting and watching had surrendered and asked for peace. It was a time to rejoice, but the Vongola headquarters was shrouded in a dark cloud.

Fortunately, the car accident did not cause any fatal injuries. However, Kono Seira fell into an inexplicable high fever, and his waking time became shorter and shorter. Neither medical treatment nor the healing fire was effective for him.

On the seventh day, which seemed like a reincarnation, the gray-haired boy smiled and said goodbye to Sawada Tsunayoshi one second, but fell down without any warning the next second. His body temperature was so high that it burned his hands, and his heartbeat became weak.

It was at that time that Bai Lan, claiming to have a solution, contacted him secretly.

Deciding to try any method, Tsunayoshi Sawada went to the agreed location alone.

Bai Lan did not speak directly to the point, but instead said a lot of confusing words.

"The opportunity to awaken abilities is rare." The young man with the inverted crown-shaped purple face put a piece of cotton candy into his mouth and said with a smile: "The reason why it has been delayed until now is because of you."

"——You are meddling too much, Vongola."

The malice and sarcasm in his words were not concealed at all. Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression gradually turned cold, but he still controlled his emotions and listened to the other party continue speaking.

Seeing that he was giving in, Bai Lan seemed to have finally found a breakthrough, and she chattered more and more excitedly: "What's the point of blindly protecting him? After all, you can't keep an eye on him every second. Besides, since you know that this day will come sooner or later, why don't you take control of it in your own hands as soon as possible? Parallel world——"

"I don't understand."

Sawada Tsunayoshi interrupted him calmly, "What were you talking about from just now?"

Bai Lan's expression was blank for a few seconds, "Huh?"

"What? Didn't you let Kono join the Vongola because of his ability?" He said in a long voice, showing a surprised and quite disappointed expression, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you want to play the mafia game of loving each other."

There is a fundamental difference in concepts, and there is no need to discuss further.

Tsunayoshi Sawada did not hold out much hope and asked directly about the so-called "solution".

Bai Lan also lost interest and answered without further ado, "Just drain away the ability to run away."

"The current container is too small. One world is not enough. So, just pop it and squeeze a few more in."

The unpleasant conversation ended here. Before leaving, the silver-haired young man showed a malicious smile: "If he fails, I'm afraid he will die miserably like in other worlds."

It was a ridiculous statement, but his intuition told Sawada Tsunayoshi that Byakuran was not lying.

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It's easy to say that we should blend the world, but it's like the Arabian Nights, and it's impossible to start.

However, there may really be miracles in the world. Just before all hope was completely shattered, a high-dimensional system from a distant time and space, which was exhausted by the frequent interruptions of world lines, came to him and reached a simple agreement by borrowing the flame of the sky, one of the cornerstones of the world.

So they cannot intervene now, at least until the worlds are smoothly integrated, and they have to hold back no matter how anxious they are.

After briefly recounting his encounter with Byakuran, Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts, stroking the ring through his gloves.

You could hear a pin drop in the room. He caught a glimpse of the other people's faces, which were not at all good-looking. He was about to say something to ease the atmosphere when suddenly a noisy noise came from Yun Shou, who was not in the meeting room.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was slightly startled, and his consciousness relaxed beneath his brows.

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When he arrived at the Armed Detective Agency's dormitory, Kono Seiryoshi finally got a new cell phone that he could use with confidence.

Calls from unfamiliar numbers to Fengji Group would be blocked, and he thought it would take several hours to receive a reply, but he didn't expect the phone to ring within a minute after the call was successfully sent.

The senior Kusabaki Menghu on the other end of the phone burst into tears. He didn't ask what happened to him during the days he lost contact. He just said that he would pick him up immediately.

Kono Seiryoshi quickly stopped him: "Maybe tomorrow. I have some unfinished business."

"By the way," he shuddered and said carefully, "Don't tell anyone else yet, especially Senior Hibari."

The other side fell into a strange silence.

Gongye Shengliang immediately had a bad feeling and spoke with a stutter: "No...Isn't it already said so?"

Kusabake admitted sadly: "Yes."

"Not only Mr. Gong, but the Guardians were in a meeting when the message was received."

Kono Seiryoshi: “…Goodbye!”

After hanging up the phone, he took a few deep breaths before he calmed down.

How should I describe it? He now feels as if he has to go home with a test paper that only scored 6 points and has to ask his parents to sign it.

After standing there for half a minute, Kono Seiryoshi made a phone call to the Vongola technical department with great concern.

No matter what, let's resolve the current situation first.

With an eight-hour time difference, it was lunchtime for Xixili. The news of his loss of contact had not reached the headquarters. When the technician answered the phone, he was very happy to comfort him and asked if he had any recommendations for tourist attractions suitable for vacation.

Kono Seiryoshi was still immersed in grief: "I recommend not coming. There are too many people."

Technician: “Huh?”

Kono Seiryoshi coughed lightly and got back to the point: "I remember that Spana once used the properties of mist to develop a memory extraction machine." He looked out the window at the night view of Yokohama. "Is that research still going on?"