The house's AI butler would automatically adjust the temperature of the room after sensing that someone had entered the house. Unlike the scorching sun outside and the incessant chirping of cicadas, the room was cool and humid.

The room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard clearly.

Tsunayoshi sat on the sofa obediently and did not dare to move. Now, he felt that he was a little dehydrated. His eyes were dry and his mouth was thirsty.

The hemp ropes tied to his hands and feet were torn apart by the dangerous person when he thought that the dangerous person in front of him would beat him to death at any time.

So, not only was he still alive, but he was also free. Tsunayoshi could not help but be happy. He walked out of the house and waved goodbye to the owner. Of course, this was a joke.

The correct explanation was that Tsunayoshi's mind was constantly replaying the scene of the mouse being caught and released by the cat in the animal channel. The mouse was caught and released again and finally eaten by the cat. He was now the poor mouse. It was really a sad story.

What should he do?

Tsunayoshi secretly glanced at the terrorist who suddenly stopped his temper and stopped beating him. He saw that the other party's feet were propped up on the coffee table very close to the sofa. His expression was indifferent as he wantonly shook the red wine glass in his hand.

"What?

Didn't I say I won't kill you?

Look, I've already untied you. Why are you still crying? "

Chūya had now returned to his former posture as a quasi-cadre of the Port Mafia. He was mature and oppressive.

Just now, he was infuriated by the brat's sudden address. He still had some lingering fear in his heart. He didn't know if this brat did it intentionally or not. Could it be that this brat had deliberately stepped on his explosive point? Could it be that this brat, Osamu Dazaizhi, had specially arranged this to piss off his spy before he left?

Speaking of which, the fall at the port in the morning was very similar to Taizai's fall!

Thinking like this, Chūya looked sharply at Tsunayoshi.

Sensing Chūya's undisguised gaze, Tsunayoshi nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva that he had just gathered and licked his dry lips. "Are you really not going to kill me?"

"I never said I was going to kill you."

"Then why did you capture me?"

"Because you fainted at the port."

"Then, then thank you, little …"

"Nakahara Chūya!"

Chūya interrupted what Tsunayoshi was about to say. He leaned forward and put the glass of red wine firmly on the coffee table. He raised his head and enunciated his words clearly, "I am Nakahara Chūya, a cadre of the port organization. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I'll remember that.

Mr. Nakahara, "Tsunayoshi replied subconsciously.

Sure enough, he was from that world, and a cadre of the port organization. Tsunayoshi's heart became even colder at this moment.

Even though he was far away in Pingsheng, he had also heard about it. It happened five months ago, the 88th day with the highest death toll in Yokohama history. All organizations were involved in this huge bloody storm known as the "War of the Dragon Heads." Because it was too shocking, even the official control of the event could not prevent information from leaking out. Media control was ineffective, and it was difficult for Tsunayoshi to not know about the overwhelming news reports. Among them, the most broadcast was that the port organization dominated the war, marking the birth of a new order in Yokohama.

Looking at Tsunayoshi's gradually frozen expression, Chūya did not hesitate to dismiss the idea that Tsunayoshi was sent by Osamu Dazai to annoy him. He facepalmed and said, "Don't you find this conversation familiar?"

Tsunayoshi nodded. It seemed that they had had such a conversation before, but the other party suddenly got angry, but he still did not understand why the other party was angry.

"What about you?"

"What?" Tsunayoshi was still thinking about why Chūya suddenly got angry.

"What's your name?"

“?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi. "Tsunayoshi said his name softly.

"Louder!" Chūya's voice became louder.?

Did Gōtian Tsunayoshi not have enough to eat?

Why is his voice as soft as a mosquito?

"My name is?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi! "Hearing this, Tsunayoshi subconsciously stood up and stood at attention.

"Hmm." Chūya nodded with satisfaction. After a short interaction in the morning, he finally understood the name?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi's little brat was unusually timid and overly imaginative. If there was no one to protect him, he would definitely be bullied. For example, before becoming his former partner's student, Akutagawa Ryūnosuke lived in the slums, but it seemed that after becoming Osamu Dazai's student, he was even more miserable.

Chūya yawned, his blue eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous aura. "I have to tell you, first of all, I have no interest in the weak, and I have no interest in abusing the weak in a bad way, understand?"

"Yes." Tsunayoshi nodded quickly.

"Then let's talk about what you should do after witnessing me dealing with the miscellaneous fish."

Chūya paused and then said, "And how to repay me for bringing you back to a comfortable house after fainting in Yokohama Port."

What?

Tsunayoshi's pupils dilated, and he ignored the first half of the sentence in disbelief. This man is a devil, no, no, it should be said that this man is worthy of being a gangster, his skin is really thick. Why did he faint?

He was scared!

Who was the one who scared him?

Nakahara Chūya!

Also!

He was tied up with a hemp rope on the way. What kind of kindness is this!

Hey!

"Do you have something to say?"

Nakaya looked at Tsunayoshi's red face. She wanted to say something but held it back in her heart, and said in a good mood. Is he sure?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi absolutely did not dare to say no.

Sure enough,?

Tian Tsunayoshi's brown head shook like a rattle drum. This guy who was lying through his teeth was … What the hell was that!

If he refutes, he will be miserable.

He would be beaten up and killed!

The corner of Nakaya's mouth raised a beautiful arc. He raised his hand and patted Tsunayoshi's shoulder. He frowned. He had already planned to exercise Tsunayoshi's body. He couldn't be as weak as Osamu Ozai.

"In fact, I am still very humane. I will not kill you. As you know, the easiest and most effective way is to silence the dead. But there is actually another way, do you know?"

Tsunayoshi lowered his head and thought seriously. He guessed carefully, "Do you trust me?"

Chūya raised his eyebrows. Is he not only weak, but also naive?

But naive is not bad. He was more determined to make the decision.

"Almost, but you can replace it with another word, for example …"

"For example?"

"How about an accomplice?"

As the name suggests, people who work together are inextricably linked with each other. If there is a fire, they will die together.

"I am going to let you be my accomplice, which means partner. Join the port organization, okay?

G Tian Tsunayoshi. This way, I can let bygones be bygones. "

What?

Tsunayoshi felt that he might not be able to understand Yokohama's dialect. Otherwise, why would he be able to understand every word that Nakahara Nakaya said, but not when they were put together into a sentence?

"One more thing, in front of everyone in the port organization, you have to show that you are capable and reliable," Chūya added.

He spoke very slowly, with clear enunciation and a calm tone, making sure that every word could be poured into Tsunayoshi's ears and then into the central nervous system of his brain.

Tsunayoshi was a little flattered. He was asked to join a team. Could he refuse?

Looking at Chūya's bottomless eyes, Tsunayoshi wanted to cry. If he did that, then Mr. Chūya could only choose the method that both of them knew to get rid of him.

Tsunayoshi's face was sad. His mind was blank. No, it was dark. What should he do?

Poor Shiitake.

"Thank you for your advice, Tsunayoshi."

Chūya walked to the wine cabinet, took out a goblet, poured a glass of fruit wine, and handed it to Tsunayoshi. He poured the same expensive red wine for himself.

The glass clinked against the wall. Chūya tucked his orange curly hair behind his ear and drank the wine in one gulp.