[Comprehensive] Tsunaji is also shivering today

There are traces of fresh fog flames on the body of the visitor, he should have received the illusion of fog flames not long ago.

"I am ready to cooperate with you. I will sponsor your Armed Detective Agency and the license to open a supernatural power. You and I will contribute to society together."

The person who came was Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, who offered a bounty of 60 billion US dollars. After he failed to capture Atsushi Nakajima by using the port mafia, he is now trying to show his affection to the president and move him. Reasonably, he wanted to acquire the detective agency and the opening license of the special ability in the name of cooperative investment.

However, Fitzgerald made a mistake. The president of the detective agency was not short of money at all, so he rejected Fitzgerald's request.

"Miyazawa, see off the guests." The president waved his hand.

"Okay, guests, please follow me~"

……

The next day, Tsuna Ji-kun heard a sad news when he woke up.

Someone in the other world offered a reward of 80 billion US dollars for finding a ring.

The shape of the ring is a souvenir of the Skylark Zaibatsu Paradise Festival, but the sapphire on this $80 billion ring is a real gem, not the blue glass beads of the Paradise souvenir.

Gang Ji clutched his Vengley gear that really had a sapphire, and dared not make a sound.

"Sawada-kun, I remember that your ring is a souvenir of the Clam Festival, right? "

Lying on the sofa, Osamu Dazai said lazily, "Can you show me what that ring worth 80 billion dollars looks like?"

"……kindness."

The boy hesitated for a while, then took off his Vongola gear and handed it to the young man who was lying on the sofa.

I heard that Nakajima-kun is worth 60 billion U.S. dollars. No one in the detective agency handed Nakajima-kun over. My 80 billion should be fine.

Thinking this way, Gang Ji sat on the sofa and watched the young man holding his Vongola gear and carefully scrutinized it.

"Well, the ring is really beautiful, but why is it worth 80 billion?"

Dazai suddenly sat up from the sofa: "If this is the reason, although it is indeed a bit unbelievable, it can indeed explain the current situation."

"Thank you, Sawada-kun!"

The young man threw the ring back into Gangji's arms, and quickly walked into the president's office: "President, I have a bold idea, let me tell you..."

Tsunaki was the only one left in the reception area. In this cubicle divided by the vermilion screen, the young leader looked a bit disappointed.He leaned on the sofa, his eyes empty.

"Decimo, what's bothering you?"

Giotto floated out of Vongola's gear, sat across from Judaime, and looked at him with his face propped up.

"I'm thinking of Vongola."

The boy sighed and said, "Today Mr. Dazai told me many stories about the port mafia, which made me suddenly feel a little anxious."

"Well? Why?"

Giotto said that he has been dead for too long, and the sensitive mind of a teenager is sometimes really difficult to guess. He occasionally feels that Alcobaleno of Haruno is really powerful, and every conversation with his descendants will make him grow a little bit.

I have to admit that it was really a correct decision for Nono to let that man become Decimo's teacher.

Giotto focused on the psychological problems of the descendants while thinking wildly in his mind.

"The port mafia here in Yokohama is so powerful, will it be dangerous for Reborn and the others to come here..."

The boy said with a bitter face: "The Italian mafia will not harm ordinary people, but the style of the port mafia is different from that of Italy. Do they rely on something to be so arrogant?"

Giotto: "Decimo, did you forget Balian?"

"Forehead."

The young man smiled awkwardly: "Hahaha, Balian is indeed Peng Li's right-hand man, but sometimes he is a bit fierce..."

The blond ghost hooked his hands at the young man, and said in a low voice: "I'll teach you a way, the only way to deal with this kind of person who has the flames of anger, guaranteed..."

The boy's expression gradually distorted: "No, no, I can't do this kind of thing!"

Giotto caressed the boy's head weakly: "This is easy."

"I reject!"

boom!

The door of the detective agency was suddenly kicked open, and a large group of people armed with heavy weapons shot wildly at the room where only Tsuna was alone.

"Decimo!"

I wrapped the boy in a cloak, and the pure Flame of the Great Space was burning at the hem of the cloak. All the bullets shot at them were quickly tempered and petrified by the Flame of the Great Space on the cloak when they approached the cloak, and the leader of the boy inside the cloak was unscathed.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai and Mr. President, who heard the movement, rushed over and knocked down the intruders one by one from behind.

"Sawada! Are you okay?"

Mr. President walked in immediately, and the social doctor's "Please don't die" can only be used on living people. It would be bad if the young man accidentally died.

"Sawada? Sawada Tsunayoshi?!"

Tsuna struggled for a long time in the cloak of the first generation grandfather, and finally freed his hands: "Mr. President! I am here!"

Although the cloak worn on the first generation and Natsu's transformation cloak have the same effect, the size difference is not small.

Europeans are generally tall. Even the handsome and thin Giotto has a male god height of 1.8 meters close to 1.9 meters. The cloak that can grow to Giotto's ankle will be compared with the cloak of Tsunayoshi's ankle, which is only 1.5 meters three. big.

Tsuna, who was bound into a silkworm chrysalis by the first life, struggled to get out: "Mr. President, I made you worry."

"It's okay, who is this?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the man floating beside Tsunakichi, saying that he was human, but his body was transparent without touching his feet, so it could be said that he was a product of supernatural powers, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of vitality and humanity.

"He is my superpower."

Tsuna repeated what Giotto had just said to himself: "The Asylum called Ancestors."

This name is really too embarrassing, hasn't I made any progress in naming the level after so many years?

More than 200 years ago, the self-defense group was called clams, and 200 years later, they said they were "the protection of the ancestors". If the second to ninth generations of grandpas came out, would they still be called "the protection of the ancestors"? !

Giotto touched his chin: It can be considered.

Tsuna Yoshi: ...

"..."

President Fukuzawa Yukichi reluctantly accepted the name of this supernatural ability, he turned his head and said to Osamu Dazai behind him: "Dazai, send Sawada back to the dormitory first."

Giotto pulled his clothes behind the boy, and Tsuna recovered and said, "Mr. President! I haven't visited Yokohama well yet, can I go back by myself? I want to know the way."

"Sawada, can you do it by yourself?"

"Do not worry."

Tsuna looked back at Giotto, who pretended to be addicted to humanoid abilities, and said, "One, Primo will protect me."

"Primo?!"

Osamu Dazai was suddenly interested: "Is this what you call him, Sawada?"

"Yes, yes."

"It's amazing... Is this a literary superpower based on the mafia?"

Tsunayoshi never thought that Osamu Dazai could deduce that I was a mafia based on a single word, and now he can only bite the bullet and nod: "Yes."

"A superpower similar to Kyoka... Sawada, you and Kyoka should have some common language."

Dazai winked his eyes at the boy, and suddenly smiled obscenely: "It's a good opportunity to have a heart-to-heart relationship with a beautiful girl!"

Gangji: "..."

"I go first!"

Tsunayoshi boy, who felt that he was going to be polluted by Dazai, said goodbye to the two, walked out of the detective agency, and Giotto also returned to the Vongola gear.

Among the bustling crowd, the young man vaguely saw a black figure from behind.

"It's him……"

The young man's elegant black windbreaker left a deep impression on Gang Ji. The black beast behind him was too aggressive, which was in great contrast to his own sick and weak image.

Seeing the water-blue birds flying over the wires, Tsunakichi became excited.

"That's the Flame of the Rain!"

The boy ran forward following the water-blue bird, from the wide road to a hidden alley, the bird flew ahead unhurriedly, and turned to the right.

Tsunayoshi followed the bird and turned right, and then met Ryunosuke Akutagawa who had just finished dealing with the assassin.

Tsuna: "...can I say I didn't see anything?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked the boy up and down: "It's you."

"It's me no no no, it's not me! It's not me!"

Gang Ji took back his right foot that was in a pool of blood, and collapsed a little.

This different world is so dangerous too QAQ

Giotto couldn't help but light a candle for the luck of his descendants.

The water-blue bird was still standing on the window sill on the second floor not far away, combing its small feathers leisurely, its small water-colored eyes flicked around, and only occasionally glanced at the poor little bird it had tricked.

Poor Gang took two steps back and tried to talk: "Speak up if you have something to say, fighting will violate the morals."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed twice: "Rashomon."

Seven or eight black crocodile heads flew out from behind him, unreasonably approaching the boy's limbs.

When the boy opened his eyes again, his eyes were completely smudged by the golden red fiery color, and all the external emotions were suppressed back to his body by the super dead energy mode.

Tsuna put his hands down, and the high-purity Gang Zhiyan sent him into the air in an instant, and there was a faint blue glow in the blue gemstone.

"Do you think the air is my restricted area?"

The black crocodile head behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa stuck to the ground and lifted him up in the air. Seeing this, Tsunayoshi flew up a certain distance.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke followed him up a distance.

Tsunayoshi flies again, Akutagawa Ryunosuke chases after him.Because Gangzhiyan's mobility is too strong, in terms of speed, Akutagawa Ryunosuke will never be able to catch up with him.

Tsunayoshi was speeding left and right in the narrow alley, Tenxiu was gliding Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the man's crocodile head was chasing after him, but he still couldn't touch a piece of the boy's leader's clothes.

"Decimo, have you finally realized the essence of white cutting black?" Giotto suddenly sighed.

"White and black? What do you mean?"

When Giotto heard the words, he lost his voice in astonishment among the Vengley gears: Is Decimo naturally black?