I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

After the dwarf, no, Mr. Hat's kind words of persuasion, I finally came down from the crooked tree. Seeing me staring at him, Mr. Hat was very confused. He was just a hardworking office worker, who saw the JK girl in distress and kindly offered a helping hand, so why was he regarded as a pervert?

"I'm sorry, I just came back from abroad and I'm not very familiar with Japan." I took the opportunity to argue, not forgetting to win his sympathy, "I'm a little wet, if you hadn't lent me the coat, I might have caught a cold."

Mr. Hat has a guilty look on his face. He pulls down the brim of his hat and looks around in confusion. He looks like he blames himself but doesn't know what to do. I didn't expect him to be so kind. Is he the type of good young man in a bad shell?

No, it could be fake. It’s not good to draw conclusions too early.

"No, I accidentally got your skirt dirty first." Seeing that my face turned pitiful and weak in an instant and I didn't forget to say good things for him, he frowned and blamed himself even more.

Ah, if apologies are useful, why do we need the police? Instead of saying this, why not kneel down on one knee and give me your salary card? What a naive boy.

Or do you want to repay your debt with your body?

"but……"

I pursed my lips and pulled my coat. The soft and high-quality fabric seemed to have the aroma of mellow wine. I glanced at him, tears welling up in my eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall, which made his heart beat faster again.

"Although that dress was my favorite dress that I bought after working hard and exposing it to the sun and wind, and even eating garbage picked up from the trash can rather than spending my little savings and begging my uncle for three days and three nights, it is understandable that you accidentally soiled my little dress in order to save time at work..."

After saying that, I seemed to have touched a sore spot. I couldn't bear to look back, covering my mouth. My frail body was shaky. I put on his coat and half-knelt on the ground, covering my face, shrugging my shoulders and sobbing. I was a typical weak, pitiful and helpless high school girl who was bullied by adults in the society and dared not speak out.

"Ah!" After watching my wonderful performance, Mr. Hat, who had no idea the situation was so complicated, was stunned with a dull look, as if saying, "Wow, that piece of clothing has so many prefixes?" He looked at me crying with my pitiful little body shaking, and stood there awkwardly, feeling the dull looks of the people around him who were whispering and eating onlookers, and felt more and more guilty.

"Um, sorry, I really didn't know that your skirt was so important to you..." Swallowing hard, he stretched out his arms to express his apology, "How about I buy you a new one? Is one million enough..."

He took out a shiny gold card and placed it in front of me.

"What?" I raised my face in disbelief, looked at him with tears in my eyes, and raised my voice in vain, "Are you going to use your dirty money to insult my favorite skirt [which I worked so hard to buy after being exposed to the sun and wind, and would rather eat garbage picked up from the trash can than spend my little money to beg my uncle for three days and three nights, but was accidentally stained by a hat-wearing uncle racing on the street]?"

"Huh? Why are there more and more prefixes? And why are you repeating the word uncle? I'm only 22 years old!?"

The orange-haired young man, who was older than me, couldn't help but complain. His voice was louder than mine. I was almost deafened by the decibels and covered my ears in agony.

The latter realized that he was too emotional and that yelling at a girl did feel a bit like bullying, so he coughed embarrassedly and apologized.

"Ahem, sorry, it's me..."

"Do you want me to call you brother?"

I stood up instantly and looked at him warily, holding my collar on my chest and standing three meters away from him, looking at a scumbag with a dull look. I turned my head and ignored his horrified look, muttering, "I didn't expect you to have a strange hobby of making poor girls kneel on the ground and call you brother pitifully. Is this the habit of single adult men living alone? Tsk tsk tsk."

“No!!!” Almost choking to death on his saliva, the orange-haired young man stared at me saying such lewd words with wide eyes, and watched the people around him holding up their phones. He quickly ran over to cover my mouth to save his image, “Don’t talk nonsense!!!”

The whole person trembled, and the increasingly weak orange-haired young man's fair cheeks gradually turned red because of the discussions, and it was about to spread to his ears. In a panic, he quickly grabbed me and threw me onto the motorcycle and sped away. Once the motorcycle started, he didn't love anyone.

We drove to a place where five buildings stood nearby. Seeing that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked me up and asked me with a frown what I wanted to do.

It looked like she was about to explode. I pondered for a while and looked into those blue eyes sincerely: "I said I fell in love with you at first sight and I want to flirt with you, can I?"

"Huh?" The turn was so sudden that he almost slipped.

"No." He answered immediately. I don't know what mode he turned on, but he stood in front of me like an elder and scolded me harshly.

"Do you know that you can't talk to strangers you meet on the street, and you can't follow strangers to somewhere casually? Ahem, this was an accident. As a student, you should study hard and make progress every day. Why do you have to date all day long..." He kept chattering on and on. Is this person my father or my mother?

"But uncle, you have the charm of an adult man, you look reliable and handsome, you drive a motorcycle very cool, and you have good taste in hats. It's really impossible not to be attracted to you." I argued, clasping my hands together and said sincerely.

"Eh?" The shy young man blushed all of a sudden, and in an attempt to hide his guilt, he pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his red ears. He even forgot to refute the title of uncle.

After a few seconds, he pretended to be a normal, reliable adult male and coughed lightly, but he still couldn't hide his smug look, "There are very few good men like me. You can't just follow strangers home in the future, understand?"

Looking around, I am pecking at the rice.

"And." He suddenly lowered his head and asked me awkwardly, his eyes bright, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course it's true, uncle, you are so handsome, reliable, mature and cool!"

Of course it’s fake. I’m an emotionless killer. How could I believe a woman’s lies?
I was not at all upset about having deceived an innocent boy.

After hearing my reply, he seemed happier, his eyes were brighter, his tone was much better, his favorability level increased rapidly, and he waved his hand to accept my compliment in a brotherly manner.

"Don't say that. I wouldn't be very happy even if you compliment me on my good taste in hats." You're lying. It's written on your face: "Praise me quickly, praise me quickly."

"Don't call me uncle, my name is Nakahara Chuuya." He said his name naturally, and it didn't seem to be fake, but it could not be ruled out that it was an alias.

"Okay, Mr. Chuuya, just hearing this name proves that Mr. Chuuya is a high-level person. I don't know where this talent came from, I really want to visit when I have time, and I also want to work with you in the future." The special polite quotes appeared, and the special lies that Tsunayoshi Sawada used to deceive people.

I pretended to be regretful, and saw out of the corner of my eye that Nakahara Chuuya seemed to be dazed for a moment, and he looked at the five buildings at an imperceptible speed. Then he used exaggerated acting skills to fool me who was still smiling innocently, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Ahem, of course. I'm a senior executive at Yokohama Port Logistics Company. But this job isn't suitable for girls. You should find an easier job."

"Will I be able to see Mr. Chuuya again in the future?" I answered him sadly with the attitude of a love-stricken girl who falls in love with a handsome guy at first sight. "I really like Mr. Chuuya's cool motorcycle and cute hat. My family never lets me touch these things. Even my pocket money is strictly controlled. They only let me appreciate red wine and so on..."

I watched him finish his words slowly: "For example, my uncle bought me several bottles of 82 Lafite..."

When I saw the obvious light in Nakahara Chuuya's eyes, I knew that this kid was a typical bad boy who was involved in speeding, smoking, drinking, fighting, and everything else.

Wait, I think I've heard this description somewhere before.

"So, Mr. Chuuya, can you give me your contact information?"

The young man, who was struggling with his conscience, looked at me in great confusion, his brows twisted into knots, looking like a high school girl who really wanted to drink but couldn't, like a girl in love but felt embarrassed.

After a long while, he rejected me with an unusually heavy voice: "No, you should go home and study hard. I am not interested in children!"

Your tragic eyes of Romeo and Juliet don't mean that. Just when I was disheartened and was about to go back sadly with my coat on, he called me again, and I looked over with hope in my heart.

"Mr. Chuuya, do you want to be my lover?"

"Of course not. What are you thinking about in your little head? Go home and study hard!" He subconsciously refuted and advised me earnestly, "Children should not drink alcohol, understand?"

……

Oh……

With a sneer, I walked away without looking back.

Then ten minutes later he appeared on the rooftop of the building opposite the Port Mafia, setting up a telescope and aiming at the door.

Sure enough, the familiar hat rack walked into the building.

Oh no, it seems that what Tsushima Shuji said was not entirely false, this hat rack is really a mafia.

Damn it, you actually fooled me. You are just an ordinary office worker. You are the leader. I didn’t expect that the leader of the port mafia has such good acting skills. I almost fooled him. And you pretended to be a pure and harmless Yokohama good boy in front of me!
You black mud spirit, I angrily broke the rooftop railing.

After severely despising him, I picked up my fragile heart again and decided to find out his usual route to work and get rid of him.

The email notification on my cell phone rang, and I picked up the phone to reply to the elusive Shinjuku information dealer whom I had hooked up with while surfing the Internet.

Orihara Izaya: [What do you need?]
Look at this pudding, it's big and round: [I want all the information about the Yokohama Port Mafia Nakahara Chuuya.]
I transferred five million to him. Anyway, I had nothing but money.

Orihara Izaya: [Oh, you are so generous. It’s a little difficult, but your money ability is VIP.]
Look at this pudding, it's big and round: [Also, I want all the information about another person.]
Orihara Rinya: [Sent.]
Look at this pudding, it's big and round: [Tsushima Shuji.]
I transferred another five million and got satisfactory information, then I felt relieved. I tore off my coat and threw it into the trash can without mercy, lifted my hair into a ponytail, changed into the new clothes I had just bought, and went to the flower shop and the dessert shop several times to cover up the smell of alcohol and tobacco on my body.

When it was almost time, I went back with the cake recommended by the clerk and a bouquet of red roses, put on a vest, and went to the killer world to place orders. I found five groups of killers in a row to hunt down Nakahara Chuuya.

I'm not stupid. How can I know the strength of my opponent if I don't test the waters with someone? If I can kill Zhongyuan Zhongye, wouldn't everyone be happy?

When I was lying on the tatami at home eating skewers, news came from the killer. I picked it up happily and took a look, imagining a coronation ceremony, but reality coldly poured cold water on me.

All failed——

Is that Zhong Yuanzhong still a human being? I hired assassins from five different companies, and he still ranks first in performance!
It's over. It seems that the hard approach doesn't work and I have to use the soft approach.

"Caramel sauce, what's wrong?" The black-haired young man jumped out from nowhere and hugged me. He looked at me with affectionate eyes, but his words were as cold as ice. "Are you thinking about that little vixen who wants to seduce you?"

The young man who said this with a smile rubbed against me affectionately like a harmless young animal the next second, with his arm wrapped in cold white bandages resting on my shoulder, his red eyes flashing with an ambiguous darkness, reminding me of the sirens on the sea, luring people into danger unknowingly.

I really can't understand this guy. The information is so perfect that it's scary. Is it a coincidence or is there some ulterior motive?

"How is that possible? After all, Azhi is the cutest!"

"Yes!" I stroked his black fur without blushing or beating my heart while scrolling through my phone. "Don't worry, even if you eat my food, use my money, and spend my money, and I'm good for nothing except serving tea, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, and having a beautiful voice, I still like to support you."

Tsushima Shuji was moved by me, and he covered his mouth with tears in his eyes: "My dear, even if you can't serve tea, pour water, wash clothes, cook, clean, and have nothing but money and 36D, I am still willing to follow you!"

After a few seconds of silence, I put down my phone, pulled his arm and pressed him under me, scattered hair scattered on both sides, a few strands fell on his messy black hair, black and white intertwined and indistinguishable. I squinted and leaned over to look at him, looking at him with the condescending eyes of a queen admiring a vase, lifted his chin and smiled very gently, rubbed the delicate skin of his carotid artery, and sighed softly.

"You are such a lovely Azhi. Even though you are weak, sickly, petty, and like to waste money on a bunch of useless bandages to cover up the fact that you are disabled, I won't despise you."

The black-haired young man smiled and quickly pulled the tie off his neck, unbuttoning two buttons at the same time to reveal his fair and attractive collarbone, and hooked his hands around my neck neatly. The cold bandage fabric rubbed against my warm skin, arousing an inexplicable electric current for no reason. He was very close to me, gently blinking his kite-colored lips, and his thick eyelashes brushed lightly, evoking endless reverie.

"You are such an affectionate caramel sauce. Even though you are a playboy and amorous, and like to go out all day and night to hook up with little vixens who are not as pretty as me, I still love you."

As if accusing me of being cold-hearted, he lowered his eyes to hide his look like a wounded dog on a rainy day, his restless hands climbed up, the smile on his face deepened, and he coaxed me softly with a reluctant but welcoming voice.

"Want to know if I'm not good enough? Do you want to come and inspect the goods?" His voice sounded like he had swallowed a few pounds of honey. He smiled meaningfully and looked at me for a few times. "No, I'm not good enough. In fact, there is someone else..."

He stopped talking abruptly. He didn't bring it out clearly, but his tone was insulting and disdainful, which fully ignited my competitive spirit.

This is a blatant provocation. You dead green tea bitch, I'm going to teach you a lesson right now. I'm telling you, don't blame me if you can't get out of bed for three days. By then, I won't stop even if you turn into a slime and cry like a pear blossom in the rain.

"Is it okay? Do you want to try it?"

I lifted his collar with a forced smile, suppressing the anger that wanted to break his bones. The young man below had an expectant look in his eyes, full of infinite sweetness and anticipation, and his face was just short of saying "Don't pity this delicate flower of mine! Come quickly!" He impatiently closed his eyes with a fearless expression.

"Come on, don't pity me, a delicate beauty like a flower!" I opened my eyes quietly and saw that my expression was getting increasingly dangerous. The black-haired young man pulled his shirt with a sweet smile, as if he was afraid that I could not do it.

The atmosphere gradually became indescribable.

Oh, who are you looking down on? Wait, I will...

"beep------"

"Oh, I see. I understand."

After hanging up the phone, I immediately turned my face away, pushed the handsome young man under me away, took off my coat and threw it on the confused Tsushima Shuji, smoothed out the wrinkles on my clothes, and went to the entrance to put on my shoes without looking back.

"Huh? Caramel sauce?"

"My neighbor brother who works as a military policeman in Tokyo and whom I haven't seen for many years said he is free now and is in Yokohama. He asked me to meet him. I'm leaving now."

"What about me!" His tone was resentful and anxious.

After opening the door, I looked at him coldly and threw him a card.

"Definitely next time."

(End of this chapter)