When Nakahara Chuuya returned to the port mafia building with the safe that had not changed at all, the result of the discussion seemed to be clear.

Regarding this situation, Sen Ou did not seem to show any surprise at all, as if everything was within his expectations.

"How's the situation, Chuuya?" The man with long black hair sat behind the table, his elbows resting on the table, facing Nakahara Chuuya who came to report in a very casual posture.

"It didn't work. The Armed Detective Agency was not willing to agree to sell the quota. Even the meeting to discuss it was rejected." The port mafia official wearing a top hat said gritting his teeth.

He looked like he wanted to shake his fist in the air with force and looked very impatient, but his restraint prevented him from doing so in front of Mori Owl. In the end, the young man just held up his hat to cover his eyes that were filled with aggressive emotions.

“Is that so?” The smile on Mori Ougai’s face remained unchanged, and he clearly did not show any blame towards Nakahara Chuuya from beginning to end.

But Nakahara Chuuya still felt ashamed and humiliated, ashamed of betraying the leader's trust and ashamed of his own inability to succeed in negotiating with the armed detective society.

"This is my fault. I have betrayed Mr. Mori's trust. I will accept the punishment myself." The petite cadre took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, speaking in a sonorous and powerful voice, looking very dedicated to his duties.

But for Moriowa, whether to punish Nakahara Chuuya does not seem to be the most important thing at the moment. Even the result of this conversation is not the most important thing for the man at this moment, as if he has already realized the next move of the port mafia.

"Don't blame yourself too much, Zhongyuan-kun has done a good job." Mori Ogai said with a smile, and it sounded like he really didn't care too much about the failure.

Nakahara Chuuya wanted to say something, but was called to rest by Mori Ougai, so he had to leave the office of the leader of the port mafia.

Only when Nakahara Chuuya's figure completely disappeared did Mori Ou's aura suddenly rise. He slowly and gracefully bent his fingers one by one, as if he was warming up for some kind of stretching exercise.

"bite--"

The phone on the desk rang, just as Mori Ougai had expected.

The man calmly answered the phone. Although the curve of his lips was blurred, it brought an even more deep chill.

This long but purposeful conversation lasted for a long time. As colleagues, both parties understood the importance of interests and pursued them madly and passionately, which made the debate in this encrypted phone call more and more tense.

Although he was the weaker party, Mori Ougai, who had supernatural resources far superior to his opponent, unexpectedly retained more initiative instead of giving up the benefits that were within his grasp under the pressure of the Black Organization.

The conversation lasted until the sun hovered over the horizon and then came to a temporary halt. The preparations that had been going on since the news was received finally paid off, and at the end of the conversation, both sides were temporarily satisfied with the result.

After Mori Ogai put down the phone, his demeanor seemed to soften a little. The blonde girl who had been standing quietly on the side finally came over, although her expression still showed some disgust.

"Rintaro finally succeeded? His expression is so disgusting." The girl complained unhappily, fiddling with a colorful little doll in her hand, which Mori Ougai had bought specially for her to wear with the little skirt.

Although you can't tell from his appearance that Moriogai has such a talent, he always makes good choices in this matter, for example, the ones he picked all make the humanoid mutant look extremely cute.

"Well, I guess so, but it's also thanks to that little king."

The man casually twisted his fingers around a strand of the girl's golden hair, but was careful not to cause any pain to the girl.

Maybe she felt that the man was not in a good mood at the moment.

Alice rarely pushed his hand away capriciously, but acquiesced to his action.

Mori Ogai knew that it would not be easy to gain greater initiative and freedom in cooperation with an old and well-established organization like the Black Organization just by relying on the name of Yokohama's leading mafia organization.

However, due to the clues and intelligence left by Michael Ende, Roald Dahl, who also publicly declared that he belonged to "Nowhere", his identity as a collaborator of the Little King was very useful.

I don't know if it was Moriogai's illusion, but he could feel that the Black Organization was not particularly interested in inheriting the so-called wealth from Roald Dahl. In the division of those properties, the Black Organization made some concessions, but was very concerned about the inheritance rights of the chocolate factory.

But these are not the things that Mori Ougai needs to think about. For him, this golden ticket is just an opportunity to seize gold and silver wealth.

"Is it because of Mitchell? You've been completely abandoned by others." Alice did not hesitate to poke at Sen Gu's sore spot, without caring about the elder's face at all.

However, Sen Ou Wai didn't care much about it. Instead, he smiled and retorted, "But the others probably don't know that being able to achieve the goal is also a good use of the resources."

"Tsk——" Seeing the satisfied look on the man's face, the blonde girl did not look very happy and tried to make things difficult for the man on purpose.

"Have you decided on a candidate, Rintaro? Someone to go with the guys from the Black Organization?"

The coquettish girl tilted her head curiously and looked at her master. They were obviously one and the same and could understand each other's inner thoughts, but she was like another troublesome personality of Mori Ouwai and liked to quarrel with Mori Ouwai from time to time. But this might be a way for the leader of a port mafia to sort out his thoughts.

"Although I really want to use this opportunity to train Akutagawa-kun, if we are to cooperate with the Armed Detective Agency, Akutagawa-kun is a very good choice. After all, as expected, the Armed Detective Agency is more practical and will not abandon Nakajima Atsushi and choose someone else."

"but."

The black-haired man changed the subject and his tone became somewhat regretful.

"It's a pity that Fukuzawa is totally unromantic. We can only think of a way to start outside Yokohama. It seems that we may have to get into trouble again." Mori Ogai's tone unconsciously carried a bit of headache.

"What about the one in Tokyo? If I remember correctly, the winner should be just an ordinary high school girl." The girl in the gorgeous dress looked a little puzzled.

"But being widely reported is not a good thing. If the golden ticket changes hands, it will generate a lot of attention. This matter must be kept secret. Choosing our counterparts is the second safest option. Moreover, if we really want to get the golden ticket, the factor of the Suzuki Group cannot be ignored."

The humanoid creature with special abilities pouted naively but stopped talking. Mori Ougai also gradually made the plan in his mind clear.

When no one is around, having this kind of discussion with Alice is an interesting way of thinking for him.

"We are just waiting for the last two golden tickets to appear. Hopefully we won't have to wait too long."

The man ran his pale fingers through the golden hair of his own superpower, muttering to himself, but a sense of confidence inexplicably emanated from his slightly narrowed purple-red eyes.

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The golden tickets were found faster than Haiyin Temple had imagined. So far, in addition to the previous three, another one has been found in the United States.

Feeling the sudden sense of connection like before, the boy who was at a party still listened to his classmates' chat without any abnormal behavior.

This was a party proposed by Suzuki Sonoko, mainly to celebrate the fact that Mouri Ran had won the golden ticket. It was delayed until now in order to wait until a holiday when everyone was free, but it was a great success nonetheless.

Sitting on the sofa on the first floor of Haiyin Temple

, surrounded by classmates, all of whom were chattering around today's protagonist, while he took advantage of everyone's attention being on Mao Li Ran and quietly ate the small cake provided by the hotel at the party.

I have to say that the cake is really delicious. I savored the cake slowly while wandering around Haiyin Temple. The juice also tasted very good. A party planned by Suzuki Sonoko would naturally not provide things of poor quality.

Although it was a two-story banquet hall, there were not many people. Perhaps she was considerate and took into consideration the fact that Mouri Ran did not like being surrounded by people. Suzuki Sonoko, who was absolutely an all-rounder when it came to making friends, carefully invited only those who had a good relationship with Mouri Ran.

The Haiyin Temple tour was one of them, or rather, almost all the students and teachers in the entire class were on the invitation list.

Perhaps most people had this kind of enthusiastic and curious attitude towards the award-winning Mao Lilan. They wanted to know more, but were afraid of disturbing others. This gathering was naturally a good opportunity to get to know her better, and almost everyone accepted the invitation.

Today's protagonist was unusually radiant. Perhaps because there weren't so many people around, she felt relaxed. Mao Lilan's smile became much brighter, and even her tone of voice became a few degrees higher.

Haiyinsi Suyou continued to eat the cake in silence. On the one hand, it was because he was busy designing the workshop of the chocolate factory and forgot about dinner. On the other hand, even a small gathering like this still attracted some not-so-nice things, which made him lose the desire to speak.

Bo Lan calmly dodged a middle-aged man with many little ghosts on his back, and successfully got the newly replenished cake.

There seemed to be some strange person mixed in at the party, he thought as he looked at the man who looked listless but still revealed a hint of ferocity between his brows. However, he felt relieved when he saw the well-trained bodyguards at the party and the man's dress which was obviously not suitable for sports.

But it seemed too early for him to be relieved. When he was concentrating on adding small cakes and freshly cooked delicacies to his plate, a child's voice rang in his ears.

"Big brother, can you help me get a piece of that cake? The one in the children's section is gone and I can't reach it."

Haiyin Temple Suyou stood stiffly in place without moving. A familiar yet unfamiliar, yet vastly more numerous, black mist was surrounding the young man he had seen before, completely enveloping the short figure. For a moment, he was unable to tell whether it was a ghost or something else.

Perhaps puzzled by his hesitation, the voice repeated its request once again.

"Hey, big brother, can you give me a piece of the cake you just took?"

The mellow voice of a child should be a synonym for innocence and all that is beautiful, but to the Haiyin Temple tour in this situation, it sounds like an unusual and difficult choice between life and death.