The corridor of the hotel was empty and quiet because Nakahara Chūya, the new cadre of the Port Mafia, had booked all the suites on the top floor. The thick cashmere carpet covered the entire corridor, so Chūya didn't make a particularly violent sound when he threw the two people out of the door.

With a loud bang, Chūya threw the two people out of his room.

。

Anyway, he had already surrendered to them.

Gtian Tsunayoshi had given the minimum treatment, and then he could do whatever he wanted.

After the door was closed, the brown-haired teenager slowly stood up and rubbed his butt. Mr. Chūya was impatient. What should he do now?

"Well, you." Tsunayoshi scratched his hair and felt deeply helpless about the current situation.

"Untie the rope for me." Mei Na motioned to Tsunayoshi, completely unaware that he was a captive.

"But Mr. Mei Na, can you promise that you won't fight with me?" Tsunayoshi still had a lingering fear. He didn't want to be caught by the teenager who suddenly changed after he untied Mei Na.

Mei Na was silent for a moment, raised his head and said to Tsunayoshi, "Don't call me Mr. Mei Na. That's a fake name."

Ah?

Was that the point?

"Ayi." Mei Na said in a deep voice, "My sister named me."

Oh, so that's it. Wait, are they in an atmosphere where they can introduce each other's names?

"I just know that you have nothing to do with the KL family."

"You believe it?"

"If you said that when you were caught by me, I wouldn't believe it, but the truth is the opposite."

A 'Jie didn't seem to be rude and unreasonable. He felt uncomfortable all over.

"You didn't kill me or take revenge on me when I was unconscious, and the clothes …" A 'Jie's ears began to turn red, and the teenager's Hawaiian shirt with the fragrance of mint wafted into his nose.

"Hey, I've said so much that I believe you. Is that enough?"

That's enough. Tsunayoshi heaved a sigh of relief. That's why it's fine as long as the misunderstanding is resolved.

Mr. Chūya was too nervous.

In the big suite, Chūya was lying on the sofa. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. He was not angry. Not because of?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi was angry that he was not on guard against anyone. That's right, growth took time. It was impossible for him to cultivate an excellent partner who would only listen to him wholeheartedly and be ordered around by him.

Rome was not built in a day, and a cute partner that he liked was not something that could be achieved in an hour.

The hotel's phone was placed on the coffee table not far away. The ringing of the phone brought back Chūya's serious thoughts on how to bring Tsunayoshi back to the right path.

Chūya walked to the coffee table in confusion. The front desk of the hotel?

Who would call his landline?

"Hello, who is this?" Chūya picked up the phone and asked.

A cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone. "Moxi, Moxi?"

Slap.

Chūya hung up the phone expressionlessly. Oh, this familiar voice asking for a beating.

Ding ling ling, ding ling ling ling.

Might as well unplug the phone. Chūya looked at the phone in silence. After the phone rang and rang, and stopped ringing, he picked up the phone.

"How do you know where I am?

Traitor. "

The traitor that Chūya was talking about was not annoyed that the phone was hung up or that no one answered. His tone was as light as a child who got a little tyrant. He dragged the last syllable of the word Chūya with a cute curl.

"Chūya, how can you be so cold? I'm so sad."

Oh, why did he not believe this?

"You've already defected, and you still call me. Do you want to die?

Hmm?

Taizai! "Chūya suppressed the anger in his heart.

But unfortunately, the pressure was ineffective.

Chūya exploded. If the straw that broke the camel's back was the last straw, then Osamu Dazai's phone call was a ten-ton raw stone that broke the camel's back effortlessly.

Chūya could tolerate Tsunayoshi's disobedience with a good temper, but for Osamu Dazai, who put poison in his car the day before defecting, could he fry him?

Or roast him with charcoal.

"You're still the same, little shorty."

On the other end of the phone, the traitor Osamu Dazai did not realize that he had angered his former partner. His mouth was smacking, and no one knew what small snacks he was eating.

"You bastard!

Where are you? "He wanted to beat this blue and white fish to death. Didn't he want to die?

Very well.

Osamu Dazai had been a traitor for more than half a month. Akutagawa had led people to look for him everywhere, but they could not even find a corner of his clothes. Now he was calling him.

"Where am I?"

Taizai chuckled aloud. "I'm in a very safe place. Chūya will never find me. Of course, I can find Chūya. Well, although I hate Chūya, you left all the work to Chūya without even saying goodbye. My conscience hurts."

Chūya held the phone with blue veins protruding out of his hand. He felt that he could imagine Taizai shaking his ass, looking like an idiot.

"Your conscience?" Chūya laughed angrily. "Do you have that thing?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Taizai's tone was impassioned, as if he had been slandered and was very indignant.

"Didn't I call you to tell you that I'm safe?

After all, you're my dog! "

"F * ck off!

You're the dog! "

"Eh …" Taizai dragged out his tone. "Chūya, have you forgotten how you joined the port organization?

How you begged to be my dog? "

"I never begged you!

That's because you played dirty!

You cheated! "

This was the eternal pain in Chūya's heart. He had suppressed this anger in his heart for many years. At that time, when he had just met Osamu Dazai, he did not know that he was a guy with evil intentions. If his boss had not forced him to team up with Taizai, he would have killed Osamu Dazai long ago. He would not have provoked Osamu Dazai today.

"Why did you call me?"

Right now, Nakuya really wants to have the ability of a king to defend himself. Through the phone line, he can immediately catch this blue and white fish that is more slippery than a loach and then slaughter it to nourish Tsunayoshi's brain.

"Aren't you curious how I know your room number? I know the landline number of your room. What else?

Gtian Tsunayoshi? "

Chūya's pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes, and the redness on his body was faintly discernible. "I didn't expect you to care so much about me after defecting. I'm really touched."

"No, no, no. Chūya is the one who really hurts my heart. You've forgotten your old love when you have a new one." The other party's tone was still light, and it was completely unclear what he meant.

"Hey, Osamu Dazai, it seems like you have a lot of free time."

"It's okay," Taizai said happily. "I'm determined to be a good person now, so I need to wash myself clean. Unlike the dark Chūya who can't be washed clean, I can still wash myself clean."

…

What did he hear?

When Gtian Tsunayoshi's name appeared in Osamu Dazai's mouth, Chūya's nerves were still tense. However, when he heard Osamu Dazai say that he wanted to be a good person in the next second, Chūya's anger disappeared in an instant. All that was left was panic, as well as sympathy and worry for his former partner.