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

"So... are we still going to sing?" Zhu Yu raised her hand seriously.

Chuuya showed through his actions that he didn't want to listen to a robot sing—he dragged the troublemaker next to the PR officer and asked the PR officer to keep an eye on her, then stood in front of Adam, somewhat warily separating him from his companions.

A serious expression appeared on Chuuya Nakahara's face, and he said in a solemn tone, "Alright, now we can have a serious talk."

Ah... another long conversation is about to begin between the NPCs.

Zhu Yu sat on a high stool next to the public relations officer, swinging her legs somewhat bored.

The public relations officer, always observant and considerate, immediately suggested, "Ms. Kawakami, are you bored? How about we play a game of billiards?"

Zhu Yufei nodded quickly.

Unfortunately, the lack of a "skip" function in the game is really frustrating for players.

The mobile version is alright; I can put down my phone and do something else to progress the story. But the holographic version just leaves me standing there, completely bored...

Having accepted the PR officer's invitation, Zhu Yu went with him to the only intact pool table left in the store.

With each shot going in turn, Zhu Yu, aided by the assist system, quickly gained the upper hand.

She was standing proudly with her hands on her hips, listening to the PR officer's gentle praise, when she saw that Chuuya and Adam seemed to be arguing.

Adam stated that more in-depth information was confidential and, according to the program settings, could only be discussed with Chuuya alone; Chuuya, in turn, said that he trusted his partners present and allowed Adam to speak directly here.

The two of them took turns trying to persuade each other.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, we've covered our ears, we can't hear anything." Zhu Yu covered her ears with a blank face, glanced at the public relations officer next to her, and nudged his arm, indicating that he should cover his ears as well, "Like this."

“While this method is also possible, there is still a risk of leakage,” Adam said earnestly. “Given Mr. Chuuya’s firm resolve, we have decided to abandon our attempt to persuade him and instead adopt the following strategy.”

In an instant, Adam shot out a steel wire from his elbow, which wrapped around Chuuya, fixing him in a stick-like position.

Adam, carrying Chuuya, ran away.

—"I'll be borrowing this machine from Mr. Chuuya for thirty minutes."

Zhu Yu: "Wow!"

Flag Association: "...Wow!"

Chapter 91 This Unbelievable Wealth!

"So, are we going to rescue Chuuya?" Zhu Yu asked, looking at the wide-open door.

The six people left behind walked to the front door in unison, watching Adam, with Chuuya tucked under his arm, skillfully scale the walls and rooftops of the residential area and disappear...

The pianist glanced at their retreating figures, which were gradually turning into tiny black dots, and regained his calm expression: "If he hasn't returned in thirty minutes..."

"Before that..."

The pianist turned to look at Zhu Yu, his brows and eyes suddenly relaxing, his smile like the soothing and restrained jazz music flowing from an old record.

At the same time, everyone else's eyes were also drawn to her.

Ah-Dai-Niao squeezed next to her and, as if by magic, produced a small cake with candles on it from behind his back. The candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting an unconcealable smile.

"Happy first anniversary!" everyone suddenly shouted in unison.

“We found out that you and Chuuya joined the Port Mafia on the same day.” Adobird smiled and held the cake closer, the candlelight on the cake flickering between the two of them. “Today is not only Chuuya’s first anniversary, but also yours.”

“Although we may not have said it before, we already consider you a trustworthy partner,” the pianist added gently.

"yes......"

"That's right!"

"Ah."

Everyone responded.

Then, the pianist went behind the bar and took a file folder from a small box.

"Since it's our first anniversary, a gift is a must." The pianist's voice suddenly softened as he tapped his fingertips on the file folder—a gift they had secretly inquired about Zhu Yu's preferences and, after careful consideration, deduced that it was highly likely to be something she would like.

He handed the file folder to Zhu Yu and chuckled, "We won't show favoritism."

"We hope you like our gift."

The typical Mafia member is accustomed to extravagant lifestyles to fill the emptiness in their hearts, which are constantly on the verge of life and death. Some love fine wine and luxury cars, some love jewelry and antiques, and some are infatuated with beautiful women and frequent gambling dens.

In the eyes of the Port Mafia members, Kawakami Socks' hobby is like a glass of water, which doesn't refuse to add anything.

This "anything goes" and "accepts everything" attitude makes it difficult to understand her preferences.

At some point, members of the Port Mafia noticed that she seemed to pay special attention to a certain dessert shop, and some members even witnessed her having several happy gatherings with executives from Ozaki at that dessert shop.

The rumor that "Miss Kawakami loves desserts and snacks" quietly spread, giving the meticulous members of the Flag Association a clue to send as gifts.

The moment Zhu Yu reached out to take it, a system notification popped up—

[Transfer Agreement for a Snack Company: A well-established snack company with a privately owned snack processing factory and a certain level of brand recognition has been acquired. By signing your name, you will own a "Dream Factory" specializing in producing snacks that children love.]

Zhu Yu: This incredible wealth has finally come to the players!!!

Woohoo... You guys are the best NPCs!

"We originally wanted to buy the 'Nakamori Confectionery Shop' that you frequent. But the owner is very adamant and refuses to budge."

The PR officer sighed. It was rare for him to personally intervene and still fail. He was even mocked by the silly bird for a while, who said that his negotiation skills had deteriorated.

Zhu Yu was shocked—so the mysterious person Junjie mentioned wanting to buy the dessert shop a while ago was you guys!

Zhu Yu was quite angry at the time.

What kind of company dares to acquire a player's shop! If she weren't busy completing the "Investigation of Zhongye's Background" quest, she would have rushed over and given them a good beating.

Looking back now, I'm so glad I didn't go...

Zhu Yu solemnly stuffed the file bag into her system backpack, her small face serious as she tried to put on a solemn expression. She patted each person's right shoulder from left to right: "I won't say anything more. You can lean on my broad chest and cry."

Members of the Flag Association: ......

The PR officer suddenly chuckled: "Then we'll have to rely on the reliable Ms. Kawakami."

Just as Zhu Yu cast an appreciative glance, two completely different cell phone ringtones coincidentally rang at the same time.

The phone's owner, Zhu Yu, and the pianist simultaneously took out their phones and answered the call.

"Hello, Dazai." Zhu Yu greeted him cheerfully when she saw the caller ID.

"Where are you now?" Dazai's voice was tense, and he spoke three points faster than usual. "If you're with the Flag Society, leave now."

"I'm with them, but I can't leave." The player promised to protect them; how can they just run away halfway through?

"...No!" Dazai paused for a moment, then his voice suddenly rose and then fell again, as if he were forcibly suppressing his anxiety. "You've been assigned a mission, your favorite kind of mission, to the front lines. You're not going to push this mission away, are you?"

Zhu Yu recalled Dazai's suggestive words from the previous episode and suspected that he already knew Verlaine would come.

"It's alright, Dazai, I will..." defeat Verlaine.

"Beep—" The phone hadn't been charged for too long and automatically shut down, just in time to cut off that sentence.

Zhu Yu stared blankly at the black screen of her phone for a while, then stuffed it into her pocket—anyway, the player had said something, but unfortunately the phone wasn't working properly; she hoped the bandaged cat wouldn't be angry...

The pianist had just finished his call and his expression turned serious: "The liaison officer in the organization wants a few of us to go back; they need to summon us."

“The liaison officer didn’t mention Ms. Kawakami, so it seems we’ll have to meet again tonight.” He lowered his eyelashes slightly, a gentle smile curving his lips, and his smile became lively again when he mentioned “meet again tonight.”

Then, holding his phone, he dialed Chuuya's number and told him about it.

After hanging up the phone, a black sedan bearing the Hong Kong Triad logo pulled up right in front of the "Old World" billiards bar.

Although the members of the Flag Association were somewhat disappointed by the brevity of the gathering, they could not delay when their leader summoned them. They immediately greeted Zhu Yu and headed towards the door.

Watching them leave, Zhu Yu fell into deep thought—No, so this is the end of it? What about Verlaine?

Did they just leave without looking back?

As they approached the car, the driver's side door suddenly opened, and a man dressed entirely in black stepped out—black clothes, a black hat, and black sunglasses, completely covered up, with an upright posture.

"I suppose you are the pianist, the silly bird, the surgeon, the public relations officer, and the cold-blooded one."

He nodded slightly and spoke slowly in a somewhat lazy tone, his gaze sweeping over someone standing blankly at the gate, his sunglasses concealing the inorganic coldness in his eyes.

"I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise."

Chapter 92: Battle in Progress...

The man was dressed entirely in black, obscuring his face, perfectly fitting the image of a "postman"—a silent liaison for the organization, a "black crow" who relays messages for the organization.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the pianist and the others immediately realized the unusual nature of the visitor—as the organization's "postman," he would never show such a disrespectful or even contemptuous attitude towards members of the organization.

"Who are you?" the pianist asked coldly, flicking the piano strings from his sleeve, the air slicing with a barely audible sound.

I thought I could pierce the enemy's throat like cutting paper, but the piano string suddenly hovered in the air when it touched the opponent's body, unable to advance an inch.

"What a brilliant killing move." The man chuckled, and the piano strings snapped instantly. "Unfortunately, in the face of absolute gravity, these thin threads are nothing more than fragile cotton wool."

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and the rubble floated in the gravitational field like a pile of guns ready to fire.

“I am Verlaine, the one who will take your lives.”

Thus, the battle officially began.

Zhu Yu silently withdrew her gaze from the top of Verlaine's head—in just a moment, Verlaine's status had jumped from green to yellow, then back and forth between red and green before finally settling on red.

Although she is currently disguised as [Kawakami Socks], the NPCs' feelings towards the real person will still affect their feelings towards the disguise. In other words, they will unconsciously transfer their feelings towards the real person to the disguise.

Even if you don't know the username, seeing it will still subconsciously give you a feeling of "familiarity" or "déjà vu".

This is the first time that an NPC's attitude towards the main body is green, but their attitude towards the alternate body can instantly turn red.

It seems Verlaine harbored quite a lot of malice towards strangers (silence).

In the few seconds that her mind was wandering, the two sides had already engaged in a fierce battle.

The surgeon, who wasn't particularly skilled in combat, was sent flying, his head slamming heavily against the wall by the door, warm liquid sliding down his neck and into his collar from the back of his head.

【HP-1000】

Aaaaaah! How did we suddenly become casualties?!

Zhu Yu quickly snapped out of her daze, rushed over, took out the props, and fed them to the surgeon.

"Be careful..." The surgeon, whose injuries had been healed instantly, grabbed her wrist and said with some concern.

Only those who have faced the King of Assassins know just how strong he truly is.

Verlaine is definitely not someone the current Flag Society can handle. [Kawakami] is very strong, the surgeon knows that, but it's unclear whether she can put up a fight against Verlaine.

If it means she'll get caught in the crossfire, it's better to let her leave now. They don't want a minor girl risking her life to save her...

The surgeon pursed his lips, about to let her leave first, when he saw Zhu Yu use her supernatural ability to weave a plant cocoon, covering him up—ensuring he wouldn't run around and also helping to protect him from harm.

Zhu Yu said, "I understand. You'd better watch yourself here."

The surgeon extended Er Kang's hand: Wait, you don't understand!

Zhu Yu pressed his palm against the cracked ground, and dark green vines burst forth from the soil, instantly entangling the pianist and the others like a surging green tide, wrapping them in a thick plant cocoon.

The boulder that Verlaine kicked at him bounced off and flew everywhere.

"Oh? Finally not hiding in the corner anymore?" Verlaine turned his head and coldly scrutinized her, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, devoid of any warmth. "Kawakami Socks of the Port Mafia, you were originally supposed to die after them."

"Since we've run into each other today, let's solve this together."

...How could my jerk brother's words make me so angry?

Countless thorny brambles lashed out at the opponent, while the spikes shot towards the opponent like bullets, only to be crushed into dust the instant they touched the terrifying gravity, and the vines burst open suddenly.

The soil beneath surged wildly, and towering ancient trees rose from the ground, their canopies blocking out the sun.

The tree roots coiled around Verlaine's ankles like giant pythons, but with a single gesture from him, the entire tree was crushed into flat, wood chips.

"Is this all you can do?" Verlaine raised an eyebrow, and the paving stones of the entire road were lifted up like waves, crashing down on Zhu Yu with several times the force of gravity added to them—he was tired of playing house with children in this battle.

Zhu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. He opened his hands and placed them flat in front of him. Thick stems broke through the soil and rapidly intertwined to form a three-dimensional shield wall in front of him.

The moment the attack struck the plant shield wall, the plant-based defense trembled violently, dispersing the impact across hundreds of vines. The shield was pressed into an exaggerated dent, nearly breaking.