Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The back of the "book".

The headquarters building of the Port Mafia.

——No matter who it is, the first reaction is a "dark" room.

The floor and ceiling are black.The walls are surrounded by pure darkness.

Even the priceless antique chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and even the candle holders that can be used as both lighting and decoration are coveted treasures.

In this room full of the breath of death, even the slightest bit of light cannot penetrate.

However, at this point in time, the leader who was undoubtedly sitting in the leader's office, signing documents that took people's lives and money one after another, showed a different posture for the first time.

He remained seated, reclining on his equally dark throne.

Put your fingers together and lightly rest on your overlapping knees.

The fluffy black hair hangs slightly, covering the white bandage over the left eye.

His blood-scarred lips pursed.As always, it was a dull and indifferent look.

——However, the only kite pupil revealed was closed.

Not occasional contemplation, but like falling asleep—no—comatose.

Standing still behind the leader as a guard, the highest force of the port mafia was struggling.

Zhong Yuanzhong can hardly remember the last time he saw this guy fall asleep.

...The brief coma before that can't be counted? !

He is also in a very complicated mood.

The two have hated each other since they met, and the embarrassing deeds of both of them struggling to hold back their legs when they were 15 years old and finally having to be admitted to the ICU ward are as many as they are.

Afterwards, he was punished by Mr. Mori with a half-hearted smile... There are so many things that I can't remember clearly.

But it's only been four years.

Looking back now, Zhong Yuanzhong can hardly remember the pure mood at that time.

Only the hatred for Osamu Dazai is always burning, providing him with fresh stimulation every day.

(...)

(……But)

Zhong Yuanzhong also peeked at the infuriating, pale and bloodless face from behind his guard, and smacked his tongue fiercely in his heart.

(the jerk)

(Absolutely not caring about him?!)

(It's because of this guy's status as the leader!!)

I don't know who I'm desperately explaining to, and I'm talking frantically in my heart.

(Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, definitely not caring about green mackerel!!!!!!)

(I'm just worried that if the leader of the port mafia catches a cold and delays the mission, the balance will be disrupted, and no one will suppress a group of idiots, and the world will be destroyed in the end, --- what!!)

…………… You have tried your best to convince yourself, Mr. Nakahara.

After taking a deep breath, Zhong Yuan Zhong also wiped his face viciously.

He seemed to be full of murderous aura, and took off his black suit jacket with such a menacing aura that he was about to blow someone's head off.

He pinched it with his black leather gloved fingers, and for some reason, he felt a bit guilty. He almost lifted his toes off the ground, controlled the gravity, walked over silently, and threw it at the bastard leader——

"...Zhongye,?"

The bastard leader spoke suddenly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ?! It’s just that the coat suddenly fell off! Don’t worry too much!!!”

After shouting a few times, Zhong Yuan suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Having been entangled with this guy in front of him for so many years, he has conditioned to question any actions of Osamu Dazai:

"You guy..."

He lowered his voice dangerously, grinding his teeth:

"It won't be playing me on purpose. See my joke?"

However, the leader didn't seem to care about being bumped by his subordinates without respect.

The kite pupils that were not covered by the bandages lifted up, almost peacefully, almost making people think that a smile really appeared in those abyss-like eyes, and bent slightly.

"I fell asleep again?"

The leader Dazai asked him quietly.

That voice contained both the condescension of those in power and the inhumanity of manipulating Yokohama's dark night.

From the atmosphere around this person, there is a faint sense of strangeness that stings people's hearts like an insurmountable gap with everyone.

"...,..."

Nakahara also wanted to yell, wanted to punch that disgusting face with his fist, wanted to grab the bastard by the collar and yell, "What do you want?!"

He was grinding his teeth, and his cobalt blue pupils shone like burning under the fury.

He—didn't do anything.Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists, clenched the corners of his clothes, and pulled back his coat, which hadn't caught the heat yet, regardless of the fact that his reckless strength had already ruined this expensive suit.

"Yes. Chief."

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered.

Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this answer.He was still sitting and moved his neck briefly.

"How long have I been asleep?" Dazai asked again.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also should have continued to answer respectfully, but he couldn't help but say:

"Same as last time, 'coma' for more than ten minutes."

Dazai glanced over quietly, Nakahara Chu also stared back secretly annoyed, and looked at the leader without admitting defeat at all, wishing to carve "the physical limit of human beings who have not slept for four years" with a knife on that brilliant head! !

Osamu Dazai was still not angry, but just skipped the topic lightly-this made Nakahara Chuya even more angry.

He didn't know what he was thinking about, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if savoring a certain mood.

"Although I don't remember..."

"But. It seems like a good dream."

Osamu Dazai murmured in a low voice abruptly, and actually smiled.

For a second, this smile dilutes the dead silence all over his body, and reveals some boyish childishness, which makes people recall almost horribly——

This mafia leader who commands a huge dark organization, manipulates the fate of thousands of people like a breath, and has blood on his hands.

It's just a 22-year-old young man.

Right now, Osamu Dazai turned to Chuya Nakahara with that smile that hadn't faded:

"Zhongye."

he ordered.

"Stand still."

Being clearly ordered by the leader, no matter how confused Zhongyuan Zhongye was, he had to obey the order and stand where he was.

Let Osamu Dazai look at him back and forth, up and down.

again and again.

Central Plains Chuya: "."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "……………… Is that enough? Huh?!?!" Veins popped out on his forehead!

He felt that he was being tricked, and moved his fingers with a grinning grin! !

"Hmm." Dazai said, "Although even the subconscious mind has not left the slightest trace, but..."

The black-haired man with kite eyes closed his eyes.

He does not rely on reason, does not use the brain to think, but relies on body and instinct.

He stretched out his slender fingers and took out a piece of light and thin paper from his pocket.

"..."

I only opened it for a glance, and the slight smile swept away like sand washed by sea water, leaving no trace.

For some reason, Dazai felt tired like a sea tide, rolling up from his feet, quickly and silently engulfing his mouth and nose.

He was a little dizzy and dazed.

He lost control of his emotions and wanted to laugh wantonly—to laugh at his own inability to control himself.

And a little nauseous, a little nauseous.

On that Junxiu face, even the last bit of blood disappeared.

"Hey," Zhong Yuanzhong also felt something was wrong, and asked him vigilantly, "What's going on?! Are you okay?"

Osamu Dazai wanted to say that I couldn't cheer up at all, and also wanted to say something like "Forget it, I can't do anything", "I can't do it", "I can't do it" and other nonsense.

After all, he didn't say anything, he just twitched the corners of his mouth lazily, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he turned the paper over for Zhong Yuan Zhongya to read.

Zhong Yuanzhong also approached suspiciously:

"There are no words on the paper?"

Dazai laughed, "Yes."

he repeated.

"There is nothing written on the paper."

After laughing twice, he coughed dryly, picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

Lowering his eyebrows, Dazai stared at himself filthy in the cup, and said mockingly:

"It can't be helped. Chuu will die with me."

"ha?!?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze all over, almost jumping up in place in the chief's office for the second time this day.

"Are you crazy?! Or is it a new trick to tease me???" He widened his eyes, "Who wants to die with you!!! You bastard will be killed by me one day—— ——I don’t want to die with you!!!!”

The soaring high-pitched roar almost caused the personal secretary, Xiao Yin, to knock on the door offensively and ask.

Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear to Chuya Nakahara's scolding and the underlings who had no respect, and just laughed wearily.

"Zhongye," he said, and actually changed the subject indifferently.

"You know why I've grown the Port Mafia to this size?"

... Poor Nakahara Chuya, one second he was so angry that he was wandering back and forth on the edge of the explosion, almost breaking the rules of the mafia and shooting at the leader-of course his own fate is the torture room-but the next second he was caught by this hateful guy A basin of cold water was poured on the head, and even the emotions were led by the nose to move forward.

He stared at people fiercely, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...

"I, how, what, know, know," Zhong Yuanzhong said, grinding his teeth, "why do you ask me this question?!"

Dazai ignored him.

"As of today, it can be said that Kanto is already our territory. Trying to bypass the power of the port mafia and invade Japan is not even a thought. ——This bloody and criminal organization, It's just so over the top."

The leader of the wicked said calmly.

"Of course I don't enjoy this process. Power, money, fame, and status all attract me more than death."

"Listen up, Chuya."

"I did it for the world."

For some reason, the leader of the port mafia confided softly to Zhong Yuan.

"We have developed into a behemoth that no one can single-handedly pull out. I let it take root and grow, absorbing the flesh and blood of this country, and at the same time, the roots are deeply rooted in the territory of this country."

"Whoever it is. An enemy of the port mafia is an enemy of this country."

"Conversely, this country will, to a certain extent, do whatever it takes to maintain the continuation of the port mafia."

"—Regardless of whether the leader of this dark organization still exists."

Dazai Osamu stared into Nakahara Chuya's eyes softly and asked him:

"Do you understand, Chuya?"

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, and let out a deep "ah".

He laughed fiercely, and said in a somewhat rude tone:

"The Port Mafia terrifies all enemies—I've known that for 800 years."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a cold voice, almost threatening, exuding a real killing intent.

"On the contrary, you didn't remember?"

"The matter of 'Chuya Nakahara was the one who killed Osamu Dazai' is firmly imprinted in your mind."

"Arbitrarily saying that you plan to die at any time, do you want me to break that disgusting neck right now?!"

Threatened with death by the top cadre, Osamu Dazai smiled as if he was relaxed.

At this time, there was a knock on the door that broke the nearly frozen atmosphere in the room.

That was the secretary Xiaoyin, and Dazai sent a message to the communication device to allow her to come in.

A young woman in a well-fitting black suit walked in without making a sound as if she had merged with the night.

Instead of empty hands, she is carrying a tray of food.

"Boss," Xiaoyin reported, "the improved hard tofu you made yourself has been distributed to your subordinates."

"Ah, that's it," Dazai asked a little happily as if he just remembered:

"How is it? The taste and hardness have increased by [-]%, it should be good, right?"

There was also a slight smile on Xiaoyin's face.

"Yes." She replied, "Dun Jun was crushed to the teeth by the hard tofu."

Dazai laughed even more happily.

"Oh my god, that's not okay," he joked, "Dun Jun is a tiger's tooth, right? Why don't you advertise 'Extra-grade hard tofu that can't even be bitten by a tiger's teeth—made by the leader of the port mafia' and then Sell ​​it! I believe those old cabinet gentlemen who have a headache for me every day will probably think that this is a new type of weapon and buy it back for research.”

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes at this man's mouthful of running trains, and Yin laughed along with him.

Then Xiaoyin asked again:

"Boss," she said, "you made an extra serving of firm tofu, are you going to give it away? Do you want me to prepare a bento box and repack it?"

And the leader Dazai looked at her tenderly.

"No. That's a gift that can't be given."

he said quietly.

"Throw it away."

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[A ■■observation record]

[Observation start date: Year 20 in the Western calendar of human history]

[Observation object: ■■■]

[Influencing factors: ]

[Possible variables: ■■■■, ■■■■■, ■■■]

[......]

[………]

[Observation result: A0 The process of desperation in the world is accelerating]

[Despair level: 40%]