After all, the goal has been guessed, and anyone can work backwards from this goal to make a plan.

This is just like deducing the process after knowing the answer. It is not challenging at all, not even the slightest bit.

Moreover, his way of thinking is roughly the same as Fyodor's. Doesn't this reduce the difficulty level?

The process of the person who set the question but lost his memory and guessing the answer to the question he set, isn't that just giving away points?

So my rough guess is that he would pretend to be caught by the port mafia, and then do something to allow him to be smoothly assigned to cadre A, or simply catch cadre A directly, then show weakness, and finally find the right opportunity to bite off a piece of him - it would be best if he could kill him.

Finally, you can take advantage of the chaos and get the list.

He didn't even need to think about it to know that this plan would succeed. After all, it was a mouse - not to mention that he was outside to help.

If he failed, he would look down on Fyodor.

Fyodor, who was carrying out the first step of the plan at this time, sneezed, but he did not think it was because someone was nagging him - he just silently wrapped his cloak tighter.

It's really cold in Yokohama.

Then he looked at the group of people surrounding him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

A bit difficult.

He was not referring to escaping, but how to be captured by this group of people in a decent manner and without looking like a show of deception.

After thinking for half a second, Fyodor decided to pretend to be weak.

The people who were chasing him discovered that although this weakling could fight two at a time, his physical condition was not up to the task and after a few rounds he began to kneel on the ground gasping for breath.

He looked extremely painful.

A flush appeared on her delicate face, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she looked unwilling to lose here.

The leader, seeing that the group was in a good mood, immediately captured the men and handed them over to their employer.

Their employer was a private businessman. Seeing Fyodor with his hands and feet tied, he approached him with interest, stretched out his hand to lift his chin and observe him carefully.

She is a beauty.

If it is given to high-ranking officials with special fetishes, it will surely sell for a lot of money.

Unfortunately, the people who wanted him this time were from the port mafia. No matter how much he loved money, he couldn't joke with his life, so he could only give up the idea of ​​reselling it with regret.

"Are you okay?" the trafficker asked hypocritically.

Actually, it's not really hypocritical. After all, the main employees are living people. Asking this way can be considered sincere, right?

Fyodor glanced at him and said calmly, "You won't die."

The young man looked particularly vulnerable lying on the ground, with the white hat not securely on his head. At this moment, he was about one meter away from the thugs, and none of them remembered to pick up his hat.

His black hair was spread out on the floor in a mess. Although he looked like a wolf, there was a ridiculous arrogance on his face. The emotion in his eyes was very calm, as if he was not at all uncomfortable with his situation.

The human trafficker couldn't help but think that if such a person were sold to those places, he would be really popular.

——No, I can’t think about it anymore. No matter how important money is, it’s not as important as life! :,,.