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offshore.

Nakahara Nakaya, who lost his strength after driving "Dirty", looked at Osamu Dazai in front of him, a few tense veins popped out of his forehead, and felt that he couldn't hold back the imminent thought of overcoming.

"Yeah, Zhong should thank me too."

Dazai Osamu, who had changed the leader's attire, simply removed the bandage wrapped around his left eye, and twirled with his fingertips a hat that Nakahara Chuya used to be very precious on weekdays, obviously not paying attention to it at all.

"If it weren't for my good eyesight, I wouldn't be able to find dark slugs at night~"

The low-pitched tone had a bit of the taste of the two blacks fighting each other back then, and Zhongyuan Zhong wanted to strangle him to death for a while, but he didn't have much strength in his body, so he could only grit his teeth and give up with hatred.

"shut up."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai seemed to have guessed that he had no power to resist now, so he showed a smile that was almost triumphant. The delicate face that was not covered by bandages looked particularly amazing under the moonlight. His iris-colored eyes were Full of calculations.

This appearance also seemed to be no different from a sad and bloody ghost story in the Central Plains, and he immediately raised his full vigilance, looking at the leader who never did anything with fear and defense.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard this guy's voice that was so low and soft that it was almost coquettish.

"Chuya, please do me a favor, okay~"

He quickly rolled up his sleeves and found that Zhong Yuanzhong, who was covered in goosebumps on his arms, moved back again and again, his face was pale and pale, as if he had suffered a critical blow of [-] points.

He twitched the corners of his lips slightly, finally suppressing the nausea, and his tone was stiff.

"speak English."

Osamu Dazai's expression changed immediately, his eyes were once again covered with frost, and the smell of black mud overflowed.

The aura belonging to the leader of Mafia at the port rushed towards him in an instant, and the previous sand sculpture energy completely disappeared.

"Central Plains cadres, the first of the three iron laws of port Mafia members?"

——Never violate the will of the leader.

Chuya Nakahara frowned, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and listened to Osamu Dazai continue.

"Then let me see if the cadres who swear allegiance can implement this principle."

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the light voice, with Osamu Dazai's usual indifference and indifference.

The words that seemed to come from the dark abyss made Zhongyuanzhong unconsciously lower his head, choosing to surrender to the endless darkness in front of him.

……

Facts have proved that he really shouldn't believe Osamu Dazai's nonsense.

In the center of the city, a high-end clothing store.

Looking at the petite girl with orange hair in a fluffy black silk dress in the full-length mirror, Nakahara Nakahara, whose lungs were about to explode, clenched his fists tightly, his cobalt blue eyes burning with unquenchable anger.

He gritted his teeth, restraining the strong killing intent erupting from his body, and the face of the girl in the mirror was also stained with a blush, like coquettish embarrassment.

"This is what you said, you can't go against the leader's will, and you have to do it?"

Nakahara, who was forced by the unscrupulous leader to change into a skirt, looked at the culprit who commented on his appearance like a dead man, his eyes were so cruel that it seemed that Dazai Osamu would break his neck if he just nodded.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, not caring about it.

"It's okay, Chuya."

Even when Zhong Yuan Zhong wanted to mock him for standing up and talking without pain in his back, just listen to him continue.

"Patience a little bit, I will wear a small skirt with Chuya later."

Seeing Osamu Dazai showing a look of "Look, how much I sacrificed", Zhong Yuanzhong hesitated for a while, but the killing intent in his eyes did not waver.

Until he saw Osamu Dazai taking out two skirts and gesticulating on his body in front of the mirror, as if he was trying to distinguish which upper body would look better.

Looking at Osamu Dazai with a mentally handicapped look, Nakahara Chu also had to admit that the essential sand sculpture aura of his leader could finally be concealed.

"Is there any reason why it must be done?"

No way, who can make the leader of the port Mafia lose his morals and make him look like a dog?

Wait, maybe Feng Xinzhi can.

However, he did not believe that Feng Xinzhi would make such an outrageous request to wear a skirt.

Nakahara Nakahara, whose mind suddenly turned around, narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous aura that transformed from the killing burst out instantly. He felt that he must have been fooled by Osamu Dazai.

"Yes, Zhongye's task now is to protect the leader's true identity from being revealed."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, showing a harmless smile, deliberately blurring some important information, and subconsciously tapped his lips with his fingertips.

"Someone is hunting Osamu Dazai."

He didn't lie.

The purpose of the devil is to "book", and he set up a battle to invite him to enter the game alone, which is clearly hunting him.

As for why you wear a skirt...

Who told him to take a step slower, he didn't go to intercept nor was he willing to intercept the message that Zhijun had planned to send long ago.

Osamu Dazai, who received the new script, took a few glances at it, and he didn't have much resistance to the bloody plot of the hero saving the beauty in the script, and even planned to enter the play happily.

The drama of the warrior defeating the monster and rescuing the princess is a cliché, but there is still a market for it.

"So, Chuya's script is the monster that kidnaps the princess."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, restrained the thought of hitting someone, and pointed to the skirt on his body.

"Leaving aside the damn princess, have you ever seen a monster in a little dress, dead mackerel?"

"No." Dazai Osamu had a strong evil look in his eyes, and changed the topic, "But in this way, the enemy will also be deceived by Chuya's disguise."

Although the real enemy is a sick and weak war scum, this does not prevent him from fooling around.

"I have to remind you, I just finished Dirty not too long ago. "

Zhong Yuanzhong almost didn't say clearly, don't hit me, I don't have any strength now, I just want to catch up on a good night's sleep.

For this kind of women's clothing, wouldn't it be better to go to Sister Hongye?

Osamu Dazai, who was silent for a while, unleashed the ultimate ultimate move.

"Child will come too."

There was a sparkle in the iris-colored pupils, as if to say, "I'm not afraid of pretending to be a woman in front of Zhijun, what are you afraid of?".

I'm not as thick-skinned as you, I don't want to lose my integrity! !

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was shaking like chaff with anger, grabbed the hem of his skirt tightly, his expression became bright when he thought that Feng Xinzhi would also come, and he felt that he couldn't bear it.

"If you want to die, just say it, I'll send you on your way, bastard!"

Down, up, up, down, he's going down at one point today!

……

In a bright western restaurant.

Listening to the message coming from the receiver in his ear, Fyodor lowered his eyes slightly, folded his hands to support his chin, a trace of surprise and puzzlement appeared on his face.

According to the news from the spies he planted along the way, Dazai Osamu did not come alone, and there was another person by his side.

This is not in line with the rules that the two of them had reached in a tacit agreement, so something must have happened that he didn't expect.

what is it then?

Fyodor was thinking calmly, his overall plan flashing through his mind.

Port Mafia, Rat of the Dead House, Hound, Conjurer...

Recalling many details, he subconsciously glanced at the chess endgame on the table, thinking that maybe this time it would be really unexpected.

It's as if someone took the bottom line and broke the rules of the chess game.

Feng Xinzhi...?

Yes, but not quite right.

what exactly is it……

"Don't guess."

A voice broke Fyodor's thoughts, and he slowly glanced towards the door, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.

If I'm not mistaken, the person behind Osamu Dazai wearing a black dress, covering the orange hair with the brim of a hat, and dressed as a woman is the gravity user, right?

Zhong Yuan, who was stared at by him, also stared back with a very unhappy expression.

What are you looking at? Have you never seen other women's clothing?

Wait, wait a minute, he seems to know something.

With a stiff expression, Fyodor shifted his gaze to the two exquisite packing boxes in Osamu Dazai's hand, feeling a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

"That's right, let's experience the joy of wearing a small skirt together."

Osamu Dazai, who could see that Fyodor was aware of this, did not hide it, and openly admitted that he was uneasy and kind, and wanted to drag everyone into trouble.

He shook the packing box in his hand, showing a trace of lamentation and pity hypocritically, but his tone was full of jokes and gloating.

"Tuo Sijun, do you want to wear this little white skirt or this little black skirt?"

Fyodor: ...

Ivan was transferred away by him, and there was no force around him that could match Chuya Chuya, the demon man with as much wisdom as a demon was completely silent, and his purple pupils seemed to be filled with the weakness of being oppressed by the evil forces.

A rare sluggishness and numbness appeared on the sickly pale delicate face, as if he hadn't recognized the reality and still chose to fight silently.

He spoke in a low voice, his voice was like the softest tone in a cello, gentle and pleasant.

"Didn't Mr. Dazai have already chosen? I can't change anything, so why bother to say more."

A submissive, weak and deceitful white lotus breath rushed towards her face.

Osamu Dazai, who discovered this, suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the troublesome level of the devil in his heart rushed upwards.

"Oh."

He responded blankly, quickly put away the two small skirts in his hand, and waved to Zhong Yuanzhong.

Thinking that he was recruiting dogs in the Central Plains, he held back his violent temper and listened to him.

"Chuya, there must be maid outfits in this pastry restaurant, go find them."

Nakahara Chuya/Fyodor: ...

What a vicious heart!

……

the other side.

Oda Saku still felt that something was wrong, after thinking about it, he decided to contact Feng Xinzhi first for his opinion.

So, Feng Xinzhi, who basically finished watching the play, left the hospital and went to the location provided by Ango Sakaguchi with Oda Saku to rescue Miss Zhizi who was in trouble.

The warriors who were looking for rescue outside the field passed the customs smoothly all the way, bravely and fearlessly defeated the enemies ambushing on the road, and finally found the target place after wandering two or three streets.

The characters in the script are very stable.

As the instigator who forcibly inserted a new script in the confrontation between Osamu Dazai and Majin, Feng Xinzhi was not stingy in praising Oda Tsukuru who had no acting skills at all.

However, I just don't know how Mr. Zhi will deal with this situation.

Should we face it directly with our true identity without any disguise, or will the beautiful and weak Ms. Zhizi reappear?

Hmm... The latter should be more likely.

What he never expected was that the moment Odasaku pushed open the door of the pastry restaurant, the extremely confusing scene inside could not help but slam into his eyes, and he didn't respond at all. time.

The furnishings in the room were messy, and it looked like they had experienced violence. Only a small light in the center was on, and the light was dim.

An orange-haired girl in a black dress sat on the sofa with her back facing them, her posture was casual and arrogant, and beside her was a pair of sisters who were frail and torn.

It's like an X-rated scene where innocent girls are raped.

Feng Xinzhi closed his eyes, trying to forget everything he saw just now.

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