Heibu doesn't want to talk

"Quan." Luanbu shouted softly.

It took a long time for Jinghua to recover from the unfamiliar address, trembling all over.

In the entire port mafia, almost no one would call Kyoka by her surname.

After all, no matter what, the other party is someone who Ozaki Koye values.

There are only a few high-level people who are qualified to associate with her.

"Quan." Ranbu called out again, his tone seemed to be trance-like tenderness.

But Jinghua is clear about the malice contained in these syllables.

Jinghua opened her mouth, but it was in vain, she couldn't think of any reason to justify it.

not to mention……

The person she was willing to defend might have been killed.

Is she going to throw all the faults on Yasha Baixue?

But she couldn't do it, she knew that even without this bloody superpower, she would still do it, and even felt more guilty than now.

In the end, she could only say the most powerless and shameful words: "... I'm sorry."

Ranbu's expression became gloomy uncontrollably for a moment, but was quickly turned calm by force.

"What are you sorry for?" Zhong also got caught in the middle confusedly.

The only one who knew nothing about Mr. Mori's plan also eased the gradually serious atmosphere.

Luanbu also showed a smile to Zhong: "Nothing."

"Zhongye, the torture team is still waiting for you, go." Hongye smiled lightly and pushed Zhongye lightly.

"Ah? But..." Zhong also walked towards the door in a daze.

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, the door was closed.

The orange-haired boy looked at the closed gate, his thin back was a bit desolate.

"Come in." Hongye led Jinghua, leading the way.

Luanbu followed into the reception room indifferently.

"Ranbu-kun, what do you want to do here?" Hong Ye took a sip of hot tea.

The steaming water vapor blurred the woman's face, making it impossible to distinguish her expression.

"Can't I just come here for revenge? To be honest, it really hurts when Quan's knife pierced his body." Luanbu complained nonchalantly.

"You won't do that." Hongye put down her teacup firmly.

"Big Sister Hongye sees it really clearly." Luanbu seemed to smile, and a dim light appeared in his emerald green eyes. He lay on the table, fiddling with the teacup casually.

"I don't dare to be a slave." Hongye covered her lips with the wide sleeve of her kimono.

Luanbu gave a low laugh and didn't answer.

Hongye frowned: "Sure enough, my family likes a simple child like Nakaya more than Dazai-kun. It's better not to put Mr. Mori's tricks in front of my family. I don't want to go and I don't want to guess."

"Is that so..." Luanbu made a hard-thinking expression, which could be hypocritical.

"Ah! I see. Mr. Mori recently gave me a mission, let Quan go with me." Ranpo stood up with a smile on his face, his black top hat hanging down his shadow.

"I won't accept rejection. That's it. See you tomorrow, Miss Hongye... Heh." He added an ambiguous particle at the end of the sentence, which seemed extremely sarcastic, but his tone and demeanor were light enough.

Hongye clenched the umbrella handle tightly, and sighed in compromise for the girl she loved, her beautiful face was filled with melancholy.

"I know, Quan will go and tell Mr. Mori in person."

"This is the best." Luanbu's smile suddenly disappeared again, his recent emotional ups and downs are always not in line with facial nerves.

A conversation that neither party could talk about pleasantly ended.