"Partner?"

Moriogai couldn't help but widen his dark red eyes. This really surprised him. Partner was not a simple word. Partners with tacit understanding could speed up the progress of things, especially for people who worked in dangerous industries. Partners were like their own hands and feet, and it was easy to use them.

For example, when Chūya and Taizai were partners, they disliked each other very much. As partners, the most basic tacit understanding existed. It was just like a woman complaining that her frame was not three-dimensional enough, her appearance was not good enough, and she did not have double eyelids. However, this was only external. Her basic functions were complete. She could freely see the world with her eyes, breathe through her nose, chew with her teeth, and digest with her intestines.

"Is that kid strong?" Moriogai asked.

"No, he's weaker than Osamu Dazai."

Chūya answered honestly. Not only was his physical skills weak, but he was also very cowardly. However, it felt good to bully him.

"So, he's very smart?" Moriogai continued to ask.

"Well, he's very open-minded." Chūya's mind was filled with the young man's story of a cat catching a mouse.

…

So, can I use him?

Moriogai was conflicted. He was not strong, and judging from Chūya's tone, he was not the kind of person who was particularly smart. Was it really okay to become Chūya's partner?

"When the time comes, let me meet the person you like."

Moriogai did not voice his doubts in the end. As long as it did not harm the organization's interests and order, he could give his subordinates the greatest freedom to do whatever they wanted.

That's right. If Chūya's partner hindered the mission or interfered with Chūya, he would take appropriate measures. For the sake of the organization's interests and order in Yokohama, it was not a big deal to make some sacrifices.

"Wait until I come back from Italy, boss."

After Chūya reported the recent matters and wanted to train a partner, he casually flipped through a few pages of the mission list for the next quarter that Moriogai handed to him. "Then, I'll take my leave first."

"Greetings, Chūya Kun."

"Wait a minute." Moriogai had not changed his posture since the beginning of the conversation with Chūya. As if he suddenly thought of something, he stopped his subordinate who was about to leave.

"The boss of Italy's House of Gabriel passed away two weeks ago, and the one in charge now is the son of the old boss, Dino Gabriel. He seems to have some grudges with the heir of the House of Difara."

"The House of Difara?

Is it the family that started their business with firearms? "

Chūya searched his mind for information related to the name Difarah. He did not pay much attention to the disputes of foreign forces and did not understand why Moriogai suddenly mentioned these two families.

"You can say that. Our A-class cadre seems to have imported a lot of advanced weapons from the House of Difara."

Moriogai enjoyed the daily scenery of Yokohama through the glass window that was cleaned every day without a trace of dust. His narrowed eyes were peaceful. "Ah, it's nothing. You can go now, Chūya. I wish you a pleasant trip to Italy."

He was a little confused. Did the boss mean that if the two families had a dispute, he would help the House of Difara, who had a deal with them?

Chūya once again bowed to Moriogai. When he turned around, the back of his black coat swayed and then fell down. His slender waist was clearly visible. He stepped on his leather shoes and left under the silent gaze of the guards.

Driving the car out of the Port Mafia's underground parking lot, Chūya stepped on the accelerator and sped all the way. He enjoyed the pleasure and excitement brought by the speed and the wind as he returned home.

When he opened the door, there was a "beep" sound. There was no more "get in" electronic voice that annoyed him. Chūya changed into slippers, hung the black coat and formal suit jacket on the coat rack, and walked towards his training room.

"How is it?

Are you done? "Chūya's voice was full of vitality, echoing in the empty training room.

The training room was huge, with solid wood floors and monotonous gray walls.

The floor was full of exercise equipment, custom-made treadmills, push-ups, bench presses, squats … all kinds of muscle training equipment were available.

The white vacuum lamp illuminated the room very brightly. The young man's drooping eyelids immediately opened after hearing the sound, revealing the transparent brown eyes that were protected by it.

"I'm done, I'm done." The young man hurriedly propped up his body that was lying lazily on the floor and answered dizzily.

"Really?"

Chūya tilted his head and was a little doubtful. The task he gave the young man was to complete 100 push-ups and 100 pull-ups before he came back. He took out his phone and flipped it open to look at the time. It was 11: 08. He left at 8 o 'clock sharp.

"Sorry, Mr. Chūya, I didn't finish."

From Chūya's tone, Tsunayoshi's little animal warning sounded heavily in his mind. Don't lie, otherwise, if Mr. Chūya went to check the surveillance video, the poor amount of exercise he did in the morning would still be exposed.

Tsunayoshi uneasily reached out his sweaty hand that was a little sticky and held Chūya's hand that wanted to pull him up.

Tsunayoshi felt Nakahara Chūya's hand. The joints were unusually clear, and the skin was not rough at all. Instead, it was unusually strong. Tsunayoshi could not help but think that if Mr. Chūya was in school, he must be the type that would be very popular. Beautiful and masculine in one body. Girls nowadays seemed to like this type very much.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to complete the goal in one morning. You're too thin and weak." Chūya said with a hint of disdain and straightforwardly.

"Ah?

Is that so? "Tsunayoshi smiled shyly, embarrassed.

Then why did you set such a stupid goal for him?

What was the point?

Originally, he was supposed to sit on the Shinkansen train back today and enjoy the delicious station lunch on the way back to Yokohama with a full bag of Yokohama specialties.

But now, he would never have dreamed that he would be doing exercises in someone else's mansion. Moreover, the owner of the mansion was a high-ranking official of the Yokohama Port.

He asked weakly, "Can you let me go home?"

Oh, fate. Was it really good to treat a good-for-nothing teenager like this?

Tsunayoshi was very tired. Not only was he mentally tired, but he was also physically tired. His muscles were sore and swollen. The slightest movement felt like a small hammer was hitting him, especially around his lower abdomen and waist. When he did push-ups, he had to straighten his body. As the hub of the upper body and the lower half of his body, he had to tighten his strength and maintain a straight line at all times.

"Um, Mr. Chūya, can I ask you something?"

Tsunayoshi mustered up his courage. This was the question that he had been unable to answer after a night of insomnia and a morning of using the most brain cells in his life. He straightened his neck to make himself look more imposing and asked Chūya, "Why did you choose me?"

"What do you mean?" Chūya's eyes flashed with a hint of interest. This was the first time the teenager had taken the initiative to ask him something.

"The partner that Mr. Chūya mentioned should be a partner who completes an operation together. Mafia is a very dangerous profession. You have to put your life on the line in battle.

Shouldn't a partner be an existence that you can entrust your back to during a battle?

Just as Mr. Chūya said, I'm very weak. Since that's the case!

It's really strange that Mr. Chūya asked me to be your partner! "

Tsunayoshi finished a long string of words in one breath. The oxygen supply was a little short, and small red veins were faintly appearing on his cheeks.

"Also, the partner that Mr. Chūya mentioned, the partner is someone who did the bad thing together, right? Then wouldn't the meaning of partner and accomplice be closer?

I thought about it carefully. If Mr. Chūya doesn't want me to tell anyone about what happened at the port, then becoming an accomplice means becoming an accomplice. A partner is a pure existence of mutual trust and tacit understanding!

Then the difference between a partner and an accomplice or accomplice is too big! "

"Are you done?" Chūya was surprised that Tsunayoshi could say such a long string of words in one breath. It was as if he was doing arithmetic.

"Yes." Tsunayoshi nodded.

"Then what are you trying to say?

How can you be an accomplice? "

"In other words, Mr. Chūya wants me to do the same thing. Isn't that enough?"

Tsunayoshi looked seriously into Chūya's blue eyes. From the first time he met Nakahara Chūya, he found Mr. Chūya to be very handsome and stylish, especially his eyes. They were more beautiful than the color of the deep sea he saw on TV.

"Are you in a daze?"

Chūya narrowed his eyes. The young man stared into his eyes. He could tell that the young man was trying his best not to move. However, after making that super long speech that shocked him, it was too obvious that he was in a daze.

"No."

Tsunayoshi hurriedly came back to his senses. He was actually immersed in the young man's beauty just now. As expected, the mafia was too scary. He absolutely did not want to become a Mafia.

"Forget it."

Chūya casually sat on the push-up rack and played with the foldable dagger he took out from his vest pocket. "What you said just now about accomplices and doing the same thing is very interesting. Can you be more specific? Is it what I understand?"

The young man's face flashed across the blade of the dagger. The young man's facial muscles twitched slightly and turned pale. He struggled to open his mouth and said, "It means that you want me to kill those people who snatched the boxes in front of Mr. Chūya."

The young man had the courage to hold a gun?

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Are you trying to finish off the dead?"

"Maybe they are not completely dead yet," the young man said hurriedly.

"No need. They must be completely dead. Your idea of killing them is meaningless."

"But my fingerprints will be on the gun," Tsunayoshi said hurriedly.

"So what?"

Chūya asked. "That was yesterday. The bodies at the port have long been disposed of. Even if I agree with your hypothesis, it won't help, right?"

Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes and secretly clenched his hands. He had been thinking about the conditions for the whole night, but it was useless.

That was right. How could he let several bodies blow in the wind at Yokohama Port? Ah, ah, this brain of his!

"But if you don't want to be my partner, I can give you a chance." Chūya hugged the leg he had propped up, the corners of his mouth raised into a beautiful arc. He was not done yet.

"What?" Tsunayoshi's eyes lit up.