I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

A'Dai Bird stared dumbfounded at his two overpowered companions, then sighed, "Looks like I'll have to rely on my own strength now..."

He slammed down on the handlebars, and the ordinary motorcycle seemed to come alive in his hands, catching up in all sorts of ways that pushed its limits.

In the end, Zhu Yu's motorcycle won the race by a head-long margin over Zhong Ye's motorcycle.

【mission completed】

As the warning sound rang, Zhu Yu happily braked and stopped the car.

The moment she jumped out of the car, she was enveloped in shadow—Nakahara Chuuya was already standing in front of her, a calm flame of anger flickering in his cobalt blue eyes.

"So," Chuuya Nakahara said, arms crossed, his voice chillingly calm, "Mackerel? Cheating with an ability?"

Wow... Chuuya is so fierce.

Zhu Yu swallowed hard, glancing behind Chuuya—

Ah-Dai-Niao was squatting next to the smoking motorcycle, holding up his phone to record a video, his face clearly saying "Let's fight! Let's fight!"

Zhu Yu: ▼_▼

When she looked at Chuuya, she switched to a pitiful expression.

"Chuuya... I just want to win..."

Zhu Yu looked up at him, her bright black eyes wide open, but the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, like a kitten that had been drenched in rain.

Those eyes were so bright, the pupils dilated in the dim light, reflecting his figure, and his eyelashes trembled slightly with each blink, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

too close.

Even up close, you can smell the fresh scent of herbs and trees on her, mixed with a faint aroma of sweet cream, like a cotton quilt that has been sun-dried, making you inexplicably soft-hearted.

She just stared at him, unblinking, as if making a silent accusation.

He took a deep breath and thought: Here we go again.

—Even though I know she's faking it, I still can't bring myself to actually yell at her.

In the end, Zhongye simply raised his hand and gently flicked Zhu Yu's forehead.

“…Idiot.” He said in a low voice, the forced fierceness in his tone long gone.

Zhu Yu: ▼ω▼ Plan is in place!

Ah-Dai-Niao, who was watching from the sidelines, regretfully put down his phone.

Oh dear, I thought I was going to see a spectacular battle between the "Gravity Master" and the "Demon Princess"!

The battle for the title of "King of Motorcycles" ended without a life-or-death struggle. The three drove away, the setting sun casting long shadows of them.

Chapter 71 Protection Mission?

"Oh~ So that's why Kawakami-san asked me if I had a driver's license?"

Upon learning that Zhu Yu had been chased for over ten kilometers for driving without a license, A-Dai Niao wore an incredulous expression.

He replied matter-of-factly, "Of course not. It's not enough to just know how to drive; why would you need a license?"

Zhu Yu nodded emphatically in agreement.

After observing for a while, Chuuya Nakahara wore a complicated expression: "...But, isn't it troublesome to keep getting chased by the military and police for driving without a license?"

Zhu Yu thought it made sense and nodded silently.

The silly bird blinked: "But Chuuya is driving without a license now too~"

"..." Suddenly choked and unable to speak, Chuuya Nakahara frowned, twisted the throttle sharply, and the motorcycle roared like a wild beast. "So what? I'll take the test when I'm an adult!"

The exhaust fumes sprayed all over the silly bird following behind.

"Cough cough cough..."

Before long, the three arrived at their destination—a movie set.

Zhu Yu's mission this time is to provide close protection for the safety of a famous artist's "public relations officer".

She was quite excited, as she rarely received bodyguard assignments; after all, doing only the same type of assignments could get boring.

The person she was protecting was a bit of a surprise; it turned out to be a celebrity.

On the surface, he's a superstar, but in reality, he's a mobster who drinks and smokes...

This character design is so trendy! Wow, so cool!

For some reason, after Chuuya and Adobe learned that the person she was going to be bodyguarding was a public relations officer, they said they could take her along to meet him.

"Do you know each other?" she asked.

"Ah...we're quite familiar with each other," Chuuya replied.

A-Dai Bird gave a thumbs up: "He's a good friend from the same flag association~ It just so happens that he also wants to get to know [Kawakami]-san!"

Ah... maybe this is just how the plot works.

Zhu Yu readily accepted; having an NPC to guide her was fine, as she could just follow along without thinking.

So, the two men took her to a movie set.

Because they had been notified in advance, no one stopped them at the scene. They were led by a staff member to a separate lounge where the public relations officer of the person they were protecting was waiting.

This staff member was also a member of the Port Mafia and served as the public relations officer's assistant. He addressed the three of them as "adults" with great respect.

On the way, he also explained the specific details to Zhu Yu, who was in charge of this mission.

The public relations officer received a threatening letter from a fanatic a month ago.

The threatening letter was placed under the carpet at the door of the public relations officer's private residence.

Due to the nature of their profession, the public relations officer had always maintained excellent secrecy, and the number of people who knew this address could be counted on one hand. As a result, the public relations officer realized that this fan was more threatening than the previous obsessive sasaeng fans.

After all, no sasaeng fan could break through the Hong Kong Triads' protection line and find his private address.

But this fan was different...

This house was allocated to an important member of the Port Mafia, and its location is within the Port Mafia's sphere of influence. This fan's actions undoubtedly touched a nerve with the Mafia.

The ability to secretly place threatening letters on the doors of important Port Mafia members' homes suggests that they also have easy access to certain secrets of other Port Mafia members...

However, nothing unusual was observed in the surveillance footage; no one, not even an animal, appeared on the screen.

This letter appeared out of thin air.

From this point on, the situation escalated.

The Hong Kong Triads believed that this fan was very likely a person with superpowers, so they specially dispatched Zhu Yu, who almost never did one-on-one bodyguard missions anymore, to handle the matter.

The mission was ostensibly to protect the public relations officer, but in reality, it was more about hoping that Zhu Yu could capture this mysterious person with superpowers.

It would be best to recruit them for our own use, but if not...

Those who provoke the Port Mafia will naturally have to bear the Port Mafia's wrath.

"Whether you capture him or execute him on the spot is up to you."

With a calm expression, Mori Ougai sat at the head of the table and conveyed the mission to Zhu Yu.

Come to think of it, even though she is now Ozaki Koyo's subordinate, it is usually Mori Ougai, not someone from Ozaki's faction, who assigns her tasks.

In a sense, she could be considered a direct subordinate of the leader.

Mori Ougai also specially assigned Zhu Yu a task force that would directly obey her orders.

It's just that she sometimes forgets...

"Yes, Chief." Upon receiving the mission notification from the system, she turned around to do the mission.

"Have fun. You might even meet some interesting new friends." Mori Ougai's voice came from behind her, but she quickly forgot about it.

Mission, mission!

Did Mr. Mori say anything?

Never mind, it probably wasn't anything important anyway.

*

The assistant carefully led the way, giving a final summary: "Because the date mentioned in the threatening letter is in the next few days, the PR officer hasn't had a proper rest for almost a week..."

Zhu Yu had already reviewed the contents of the threatening letter, which served as a clue for the mission.

The letter was placed in a pure black envelope. When it was opened, a few dried rose petals drifted out. The pages were written in distorted dark red ink, with irregular smudging at the edges of the strokes. Because of oxidation, the blackened ink made it look more like blood flowing freely on the paper.

To my dearest love:

You bask in the spotlight, radiant with light. But do you know that from the moment you entered my sight, you no longer belonged to yourself, but to me completely?

Why do you smile at others and talk to them? Why! Why!

Don't cast your gaze at unimportant people!

I will personally dispose of the trash that doesn't deserve to touch you.

I wandered alone near your place, watching the light in your room turn on and off. I imagined your every move inside, your breath, your heartbeat.

One month from today, you will belong to me alone.

You can't escape me; I'll be like the air you need, always by your side.

—Your only, eternal audience

Zhu Yu usually just glanced at the details of these tasks, and once she had a general idea, she would put them away.

Sigh, so many words, I'm tired of reading, I'm not going to read anymore (sigh)

She thought quite self-righteously: Just arrest them directly, why think so much?

So when the assistant suddenly brought up the contents of the threatening letter, she was momentarily stunned, but then calmly brushed it off with "uh-huh" sounds.

They quickly arrived at the lounge.

The assistant knocked gently to identify himself, and after a "Please come in" was heard from inside, the assistant opened the door and gestured for the three of them to enter.

"Silly bird, you've arrived."

"Chuuya, long time no see. You must be tired from your business trip."

The public relations officer inside had been waiting for a long time. He greeted the two of them with a smile, and when he noticed Zhu Yu's blank gaze, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a just-right arc.

He said gently, "This must be Miss Kawakami. I've heard so much about you."

Chapter 72 I Understand What You Mean

When the door to the lounge was pushed open, the public relations officer was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing absently at the scenery outside.

Bright light streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, cutting out lines of light and shadow on his body—his porcelain-white neck was shrouded in shadow, while his fingertips, resting on the sofa armrest, were gilded, like a carefully lit work of art in a display case.

He looked up at the sound, his eyelashes casting dappled shadows on his irises, and the beauty mark under his eye trembled slightly with each blink.

Half of her medium-length hair, reaching her ears, was neatly tucked behind her ears, with a few strands falling across her face as she turned to look at him.

Elegant and composed, yet with a hint of dangerous languor.

Every movement he made seemed meticulously calculated. Whether it was the slight tilt of his head or the curve of his smile, it was captivating yet perfectly natural.

Zhu Yu's brain went blank...

"..."

Ah, he's looking this way...

Ah, is he saying hello to me...?

Zhu Yu was dizzy.

It wasn't that our players lacked willpower; it was just that the beauty filters were too overwhelming.

"?" Seeing that Zhu Yu did not answer for a long time, the public relations officer was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask a few questions, he saw the person who had been frozen in place come back to his senses and seriously introduce himself.

"Hello, wife, I am [Kawakami Socks]."