Fyodor stood in the corner of the room with a dull expression, looking at the cadre coldly, as if he had found a way to crack his so-called "superpowers", and he couldn't wait to find a rope to hang himself.

He just watched coldly, neither stopping him nor instigating him.

See, humans are always so strange.

They always firmly believe in what they have investigated and seen, just like this cadre A. Fyodor said nothing and did nothing, he just couldn't wait to commit suicide.

He simply arranged this place into a so-called supernatural space, so the self-proclaimed smart cadre A was complacent, as if he had seen through his conspiracy.

Ok, now we have the list of psychics.

Fyodor walked slowly out of the room, the heels of his leather boots making a "thumping" sound on the floor, and the body of cadre A was dangling on the rope hanging from the beam.

After Fyodor slowly walked out of this place, he saw Dazai who had promised to come and pick him up.

"Hey~ Fyodor-kun looks in good spirits." Dazai smiled brightly while holding the remote control in his hand.

"It seems that Zhijun has been doing well during the time I was away." Fyodor replied with a smile.

"Yes, it's not bad." Dazai didn't hide his smile at all, and his smile was still bright, "Fyodor, please get in the car."

The driver in the driver's seat glanced back and felt a chill down his spine for no reason - was it an illusion? Why did he feel so dangerous when the young man was smiling so brilliantly?

Shaking his head slightly, the driver warned himself in his heart not to meddle in other people's business, because people who meddle in other people's business in Yokohama are basically dead.

Fyodor didn't pay attention to the driver's actions. He just glanced at the remote control in Dazai's hand and chuckled, "It seems that Zhijun has already figured out what to do?"

"Ah, let's consider it as a meeting gift for Mr. Mori." Dazai did not deny it, and even said it with excitement.

After saying this, there was no time for Fyodor to react. Almost as soon as the words fell, he pressed the button on the remote control, but the expected explosion did not come.

——The remote control is out of order.

Dazai blinked, and for a moment he retracted the smile on his face. His expression became a little scary, and dark emotions were condensed in his iris-colored eyes, like a brewing storm, as if a violent storm would break out in the next second.

"You did it?" The young man with iris eyes looked at him expressionlessly, without a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Jijun, you have to know that when doing this kind of thing, you must not leave other people's names behind." Fyodor was not afraid of his gaze at all. He smiled and took out a bomb with "Rat of the Dead House" written on it.

These bombs are not large in quantity and their power does not seem to be great, but they are definitely enough to cause the port mafia to suffer heavy losses.

"And don't you think that doing this in my name and leaving some benefits for the port mafia in the end is not like my style?" Fyodor looked at him with a smile.

Ah... I was discovered - but that was to be expected.

“That’s such a pity.” Dazai sighed and obediently put away the remote control, as if he was the one who used Fyodor’s name to do bad things and was discovered by Fyodor in the end, not him.

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