[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

In the underground interrogation room of the Port Mafia.

Under the dim light, the place was damp and filled with the smell of blood, making just stepping in here unbearable.

The man's arms were raised high, iron chains pulling at his body, his exposed forearms were wrapped in bandages, his handsome windbreaker was covered with dust, and his head drooped weakly.

"Ha~" Dazai Osamu yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes. After yawning, he continued to sleep with his head down, feeling as free as if he were at home.

"Well, it's almost time."

As he murmured softly, footsteps came closer and closer, accompanied by a man's loud voice.

"Are you still planning something bad as always?"

Dazai Osamu's face froze for a moment. His eyes were really big and full of surprise. "This voice is..."

The man was dressed in black, a black robe over a black suit, and a hat on his head. His burgundy curly hair was not noticeable in the dim light.

When he spoke, his tone was high and arrogant, which should have been full of malice, but it was hard to hate him.

And the slightly messy clothes seemed to symbolize the haste with which he came.

Nakahara Chuuya stood on the stairs with his hands in his pockets. He looked down at the man who was tied up in the middle of the interrogation room, and his eyes scanned Dazai Osamu over and over again.

Then he said, "This is really good~"

He walked down the stairs step by step.

"It's the most amazing view, it's as good as a famous painting worth tens of billions."

He raised his head slightly, with a wicked smile on his face, which seemed a little incongruous on his delicate face.

"What do you think, Dazai?"

Dazai Osamu had guessed his identity as soon as he said his first word. The two of them have been in love and hate with each other for so many years, they are simply too familiar with each other.

"It's terrible, ah, it's terrible!" Dazai Osamu's face was full of disgust, and his face was a little distorted when he spoke.

Nakahara Chuuya jumped down, his feet as fast as the wind, and in a few quick steps he was in front of Dazai Osamu.

"That's a great reaction. It makes me want to strangle you to death."

Standing in front of Dazai Osamu, their eyes met. After a strange silence, Dazai Osamu smiled first.

His eyes moved from Nakahara Nakano's head to his toes, and then a smile appeared on his lips, "You haven't changed at all, Chuuya."

Nakahara Chuuya instantly got angry, "Huh?! What did you say?!"

Dazai Osamu said in a very innocent tone, almost imitating Xie Shuyi's helpless look, "Although I wanted to ask before, where did you buy that embarrassing hat of yours?"

Nakahara Chuuya mercilessly retorted, "Whatever you want, you bum. You're already old, why are you still yelling about suicide?"

Dazai Osamu didn't even think of refutation, "Yeah."

Just one simple word, but its destructive power is much greater than the previous words.

Nakahara Chuuya looked helpless, "At least show some negative attitude."

But soon his expression returned to that arrogant attitude, "But you are a poor captive now. It really makes me want to cry, Dazai..."

When he finished speaking, his tone took a sharp turn, "No, this shows that you are a little strange."

Nakahara Chuuya took two steps forward. He grabbed Dazai's hair and forced him to look at him, with the tips of their noses almost touching.

"You can fool my subordinate Akutagawa, but you can't fool me. What do you mean? I am your former partner. So, what are you going to do?"

Before he could wait for Dazai Osamu's reaction, another person came into the interrogation room.

"Wiggle, wiggle, what are you doing, sir?"

The young man walked down the stairs step by step, his hoodie drooping on his head, his hands in his pockets, his voice was faint, but inexplicably made people sense the danger.

He raised his head slightly so that Nakahara Chuuya could see his eyes.

Xie Shuyi tilted his head, "Ala, Mr. Dazai is still alive. There are a lot of guards outside, so it took some time to deal with them. Mr. Dazai won't blame me for being late, right?"

His tone of voice was clearly rising, his face was full of smiles, and he looked very happy, but somehow people felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment.

Xie Shuyi glanced at Nakahara Chuuya, especially when his gaze stopped at the hand of Nakahara Chuuya that was pulling Mr. Dazai's hair, his tone paused for a moment.

"It seems that Mr. Dazai's former partner wasn't so heartless after all."

Xie Shuyi jumped down the stairs in a few steps and stood not far from the two of them, with the smile on his lips growing a little wider.

He noticed some scratches on the corners of Mr. Dazai's mouth and muttered, "Injured...?"

Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue, let go of Dazai Osamu's hair, turned around and frowned at Jie Shuyi, "What are you doing here? Are you planning to join the Port Mafia?"

Xie Shuyi nodded with a smile, but he was moving his hands and feet.

"Shorty brother, why don't you kill Mr. Dazai? If you kill him, maybe I will have no reason to stay in the Armed Detective Agency. Maybe I will join the Port Mafia."

Although he said this with a smile, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Huh? Who are you calling shorty brother?" Nakahara Chuuya's anger was immediately aroused.

Xie Shuyi turned a deaf ear to his words, "Since you can't kill Mr. Dazai, then let me kill you. Oh no, I won't kill you. I promised Mr. Dazai not to kill anyone. I'd better make you into a human stick~ Shorty brother~"

The moment he finished speaking, Xie Shuyi's body flew out towards Zhongyuan Zhongye like an arrow.

The palm was almost aimed at attacking Nakahara Chuuya's neck. If this move hit him, the latter would lose his vitality almost instantly.

Xie Shuyi frowned and hesitated for a moment, but finally moved his palm downward three inches and aimed at Zhongyuan Zhongye's chest.

Apparently his good intentions were of no use, as the latter dodged it easily with a few moves.

"Tsk, we just met, what are you crazy about?"

Xie Shuyi smiled sweetly.

"Don't run, shorty brother, come play with me."

(Calling Dazai means 'Mr.', and calling Naka means 'brother'. Well, there is still a difference in generations.)