Chapter 154 if-beast
The current leader of the Port Mafia is named Dazai. With his extraordinary intelligence and strategy, and his almost sleepless planning over the past four years, he has expanded the power of his organization at an alarming rate, deeply infiltrating the Kanto area, and his military strength has even reached a scale that can rival that of national agencies, and he has almost completely controlled the coastal navigation rights. *
In contrast, the number of attacks and assassinations that Dazai Osamu may suffer is also unprecedented, increasing exponentially compared to previous leaders.
Therefore, when Nakahara Chuuya received the leader's order to "go out", this highest-ranking officer of the Port Mafia and the leader's bodyguard was extremely alert and cautious, and was ready to deal with a military-level enemy attack.
Then he followed Dazai Osamu, who was humming an off-tune song, and turned into an inconspicuous cake shop on the corner of Yokohama Street.
Nakahara Chuuya had no doubt about his leader's intentions. After all, in all the years they had known each other, Dazai had never made a useless decision. Therefore, he was nervous and alert all the way, not letting go of even a single ant.
Until I returned to the port mafia building, pressed the dedicated elevator, walked through the corridor where my men were bowing with their guns loaded, and stood in front of the leader's office.
Nakahara Chuuya finally understood the situation.
——Dazai, that bastard, actually said he was going out just to buy a cake???
Before the ochre-haired officer could get furious, Dazai Osamu briskly pushed open the sturdy double doors of the leader's office.
In the empty and dreary dark room, there are rare antique furniture placed around and in the center of the expensive long-haired carpet. Two candlesticks are installed on the mahogany bookshelf for decoration. Under the dim light, fine dust blown by the corridor breeze floats in the air.
After seeing the scene inside clearly, Nakahara Chuuya's pupils shrank and his anger solidified.
He pulled the brim of his hat down roughly and said "tsk" loudly to suppress his annoyance.
Damn it, he should have guessed it, otherwise what else could have happened to make the leader go crazy in broad daylight.
There are other people in the leader's room.
Even with Nakahara Chuuya's hostile and prejudiced eyes, he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with that face.
He had heard Dazai mention the name several times, but it sounded like a pseudonym that was like a code name. He remembered it was... Vin?
At this moment, the person in the room heard the sound of the door opening behind him, put down the book in his hand, and stood up from the guest seat. The beautiful young man who seemed to be unreal first nodded slightly to Nakahara Chuuya, and his beautiful eyes curved slightly.
...To someone who has never said a word to him, even his manners are impeccable.
Zhongyuan Chuya became even more annoyed.
The leader standing in front of him didn't notice the mood of his subordinate at all. He walked across the carpet quickly and casually placed the small cake he bought for 3,000 yen on the 300 million yen desk. He complained affectionately, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming? Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Nakahara Chuuya: Wake up the fucking mind and ask yourself why someone could break into the leader's room so brazenly! Are the guards outside blind?
He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
...Forget it, there's no point in asking. It must have been Dazai's guy who gave the order in advance.
The uninvited guest with gray hair and golden eyes turned his gaze to Dazai Osamu's face, smiled faintly, and said in a gentle voice: "Didn't you say that I could wait for you here?"
Dazai Osamu curled his lips and pulled him to sit down.
The custom-made seats were spacious enough for two people to sit together, although one of them might have deliberately gotten too close.
Zhongyuan Zhongya stood at the door, looking coldly at the two people who were whispering intimately inside.
The strangeness began three months ago.
The busy leader suddenly showed up in person to take care of every detail from beginning to end and finalized a cooperation with an international criminal organization.
Nakahara Chuuya could tell at a glance that the cooperation was clearly a gesture of goodwill. In the contract, the port mafia was supposed to get 10% of the benefits, but it was reduced to 6%.
Although theoretically he still has an advantage, how could Dazai make such a low-level mistake!
At first, Nakahara Chuuya thought that Dazai Osamu was setting a trap again, so he didn't take it seriously. But until the second, fifth, and even tenth similar incidents occurred, and the cooperation partner was still the same organization, Nakahara Chuuya could no longer sit still.
He immediately took the documents to ask Dazai, and the leader, who had always been lazy and uninterested in everything, showed a childlike confused expression for the first time.
"I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity for so long."
"Don't worry, Chuuya."
"——We'll succeed soon."
The dark and determined expression on Dazai Osamu's face when he said this appeared in his mind, and now Nakahara Chuuya just wanted to sneer.
We are almost there, we are about to pack up and hand over the entire port mafia to others.
Nakahara Chuuya was so annoyed that he didn't want to stay even a second longer, so he turned around and left.
A second before the door closed, he glanced inside intentionally or unintentionally.
Dazai Osamu turned his back to the door, completely shielding the person in front of him. Nakahara Chuuya only saw a few white, slender fingers entwining and caressing the leader's black hair, vaguely pulling at a certain place -
The snow-white bandage lost its restraint and fell to the ground, with no one paying any attention.
Nakahara Chuuya: ...
Dazai Osamu, you are fucking crazy!
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The door slammed shut, and the leader's room fell back into a quiet and delicate balance.
Under the bandage was a handsome and youthful face, with slightly messy black hair that felt soft to the touch, iris-colored pupils that shone with light, and his eyes were slightly narrowed like a cat that was comfortable on its quilt, completely unlike the gloomy and cold look he had when they first met.
The gray-haired young man moved slowly.
The leader of such a large port mafia is only 22 years old this year.
He didn't know why Dazai insisted on wearing bandages on his face and body, and he had no interest in knowing. He would tear them off every time he came.
Dazai Osamu reached out and pulled the bow on the cake box, and the small gift that the leader had personally bought appeared in front of the two of them. The sweetness of the cream and the aroma of cocoa drifted into their noses.
Dazai Osamu seemed to be in a very good mood. He took the initiative to cut the cake into small pieces. He picked up the piece with strawberries on it with a clean silver fork on the table and passed it over with great anticipation.
Vin stopped him.
"No, I'm not hungry yet."
Dazai Osamu didn't care about being rejected. He took his hand and brought the cake to his mouth. He took a bite of the strawberry and cream, and joked vaguely, "Is this a poison test?"
Vin stared at him intently, his smile unchanged, "I just don't like it."
Dazai Osamu paused and his eyes suddenly darkened.
The next second, he picked up the cream on the cake again, suddenly leaned over, and passed the sweetness between his lips and teeth to her.
Vin's eyebrows wrinkled slightly for a moment, but he still opened his mouth gently and closed his eyes.
The flavors of strawberries and cream permeate, blend, and are inseparable.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the rough bandage on Dazai's palm always scratched his neck.
After the kiss, his breathing quickened when they separated, and his eyes were a little watery when he opened them again.
Dazai Osamu grabbed his fingertips and placed them on the bandage around his neck.
"Help me untie it."
The leader's voice was low and hoarse, and the tail end was lingering, carrying another kind of hint of knowing between you and me.
"I got new carpet this morning. I thought you'd like it."
As he spoke, the half of his Adam's apple trapped in the bandage trembled slightly, and a tingling sensation like electric current passed through his fingertips.
Vin said nothing, and stroked Dazai's neck with his fingertips with a little force.
He was in no hurry to untie the bandage, but instead rubbed the bandage and exposed skin aimlessly, as if looking for the right place to start.
Although I already knew where it was.
The man's Adam's apple froze and slid up and down.
Until the depression in Dazai Osamu's eyes became deeper and deeper. The empty and dark swamp actually became hot.
At the perfect moment, Vin found the knot of the bandage and untied it as if in acquiescence.
Dazai finally laughed out loud, rubbed his palm contentedly, and smiled:
"You untied it, so you have to be responsible for putting it back together, okay?"
The author has something to say:
Eyes: Bandage
Brain: Do you have the confidence to help me put on the kimono?
Aaaaaaaaaaaa
The cover has been changed, and you can tell that this is a handsome guy with many stories. This if can be finished in five or six chapters! The pace is very fast!