What?

Kill a person? Are you kidding me?

Is killing people as easy as cutting tofu?

Kill as you please.

"It was you who said that you wanted to do the same thing. Then let me witness you doing the same thing." Zhong Yue also spoke in a normal tone as if it was a matter of course.

Tsunayoshi slightly opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.

Thinking about it carefully, Nakahara Chūya's proposal was very reasonable. It was very normal for a Mafia.

Blood, violence, wealth, power, these were all synonyms for the Inner World. For those fellows whose hands were stained with blood, human life was nothing but a breeze. They had no weight at all.

The young man's eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked at the wooden floor in a trance. His whole body was screaming with coldness. Only then did he realize that what he was facing was not only in movies and TV works.

In movies, he could scream loudly, curse at the characters, or exclaim that they were really handsome, then turn off the TV and return to the peaceful scene.

The person in front of him was short, well-dressed, and his orange curly hair made his face look even more handsome. If no one exposed him, even if there was a hidden sharpness in his eyes, he would be mistaken as a child raised by a big family instead of an out-and-out Mafia leader.

The branches that grew in the darkness looked slender and beautiful, but they were solid and sharp in essence.

Gōtian Tsunayoshi needed a sharp sickle to cut off the branches in order to escape.

Then, if the sickle needed to be polished with the flesh and bones of the innocent, then?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi, what is your choice?

Pure malice sprouted in Nakahara Chūya's heart little by little. He was very curious. He simply wanted to know what choice this brown-haired young man, who was good at falling on flat ground like Taizai, would make.

For a moment, the training room was silent. Chūya stared at Tsunayoshi, and Tsunayoshi looked at the ground without light in his eyes.

In order to escape, he would hurt others. What a joke!

Tsunayoshi thought of the cursed note he received in elementary school.

The student's slightly twisted handwriting wrote, "The person who receives this letter will die in seven days, but if you forward this letter to someone else in three days, you will be safe."

He always received such letters, and he was always scared. But every time he wanted to write down the recipient's name, he would rack his brains and not be able to find a suitable candidate. After that, he received more and more cursed letters, and he became a good-for-nothing. Haha.

After a long time, Tsunayoshi finally broke the silence in the air with a trembling voice.

The boy looked straight at Nakata. He pretended to be firm and emphasized again, "I won't hurt innocent people for myself."

That's right, he would never!..

... he suddenly, he felt........

However, Tsunayoshi shivered and broke out in a cold sweat. He was done for. He was the one who proposed the negotiation and rejected Mr. Chūya's kind offer. This time, he was going to be beaten up by Mr. Chūya.

"I see. No problem."

Chūya stood up and looked down at Tsunayoshi, who was shivering and had no aura. He actually rejected his offer. Was he too cowardly to protect himself, or was he too kind and stubborn to stick to his bottom line? Was he a man with integrity?

"I won't hurt innocent people," Chūya said calmly.

"Huh?"

Tsunayoshi blinked. He did not expect Chūya to accept it so calmly. Mr. Chūya did not get angry and beat him up because he rejected the proposal. It was different from what he imagined.

So, Mr. Chūya did not do anything out of line since they met yesterday, other than threatening him and forcing him to join the port organization.

He did not beat him in the first place. He even kindly brought him home when he fainted at the port, although his limbs were tied up.

Was Mr. Chūya actually a good person?

Tsunayoshi wondered, but he immediately dismissed the idea. If he was a good person, he would not have proposed to let an ordinary junior high school student join the port organization.

If you sent a rabbit into a wolf's den, there would be nothing left of the rabbit, right?

"So it seems that you can only be my partner?

Tsunayoshi -kun. "Chūya smiled mischievously.

…

It seemed to be the case.

Tsunayoshi lowered his head in frustration. He could not refuse Chūya, just like a mouse that saw through the cat's trick but still could not escape from the cat's claws.

The weak could only be controlled by the strong.

Sigh, if only he was as strong as Yunque senior, he would not be led by the nose by this evil mafia cadre. Tsunayoshi was very sad. Who asked him to be a weak herbivore?

"By the way, didn't you ask me why I asked you to be my partner?"

Chūya looked at the young man who had an expression that said, "I'm so weak, so you can bully me." He raised his hand and gently rubbed the young man's soft brown hair.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about the word partner. Let's put it this way. I really did not have the idea of trusting my back to you. If partners were in this kind of relationship, my back would have been riddled with holes long ago."

Chūya remembered the few missions that he had partnered with his former partner before his former partner fled. Hehe, he was not killed by the enemy, but he was almost killed by that bastard Taizai. For example, the blue and white fish looked for death but "accidentally" put rat poison in his wine and put a bomb in his luxury car.

Chūya's mind rolled through a pile of pickles that his former partner had done.

Then, his handsome face became darker and darker. He faintly stared at Tsunayoshi's face, and his frown due to the unpleasant memories slowly relaxed.

"I chose you because you are short." Chūya simply stated the reason why he wanted Tsunayoshi to be his partner.

What?

Tsunayoshi did not react for a while.

"You will fall on flat ground." Chūya continued to list the reasons with his fingers.

Tsunayoshi: …

"You have an evil head of brown hair."

Tsunayoshi: …

？？？

What the hell!

What the hell!

Mom, the mafia's way of choosing partners is so strange!

Will his short affect your view of the scenery?

Will he trip you if he falls on flat ground?

And brown hair, can he dye it white?

"By the way, there is one last thing," Chūya raised his voice and said in a friendly manner, "I will be very happy to command you who has the above elements."

Haha, what hatred?

Mr. Chūya, you are a pervert, you need to take medicine.

Tsunayoshi's heart was tired, really tired. Mr. Chūya, in fact, you are also very short, really.

"Tsunayoshi -kun, but a partner still needs to be able to fight. You are too weak, aren't you?"

Chūya showed no mercy and said with disgust, "If other people know that my partner is weak, I will lose face."

You also know that he is too weak?

That's why the port organization's conditions for recruiting talents are too strange!

Hey!

Tsunayoshi's heart was screaming.

"The port organization does not recruit weaklings."

As if he saw through Tsunayoshi's thoughts, Chūya said, "It's just that I am very strong, my partner can be a little special.

My ex-partner was also a weakling, he ran into the enemy's camp and I had to clean up after him every time. It was a headache. "

Oh, it seems that Mr. Chūya's ex-partner was also very weak.

"Tsunayoshi, from today onwards, I will train your physical skills. You have to be strong for me, you can only be ordered by me, understand?"

Chūya's face was serious as he said each word with extreme seriousness. Nakahara Chūya's partner did not have an exclusive partner. If it was not Osamu Dazai, it could be someone else.

Oh, then can he refuse?

In the evening, in a small pub in Italy, a yellowed kerosene lamp was hanging in the air. The wooden window was half-closed, creating a dark and serene atmosphere.

In front of the bar, a baby in a black suit was playing with a whiskey in his hand with his head down. There was a curly strand of hair at his temples, which made him look particularly charming. A woman with heavy makeup sitting next to him was intentionally or unintentionally showing her charm to him.

"Don't get close, this is not a toy."

The baby's voice, which did not match his body size, contained a warning and persuasion. The green gecko lying on the baby's hand became a handle.

A gun.

The woman's expression changed, she pursed her lips slightly to express her displeasure, and turned to leave.

"Reborn, that is a woman." The middle-aged man sitting next to the baby took a sip of the iced drink from the bartender's hand.

"I am very gentle to women, provided that he is not a cross-dressing killer." The baby's voice clearly rang in the pub.

"Oh, then there is no other way.

By the way, the House of Gabriel seems to be in some trouble recently. Do you want to step in? "

"He has already finished his apprenticeship. If he hires me to solve his problem, the employment fee will be much more expensive than the loss." The baby looked at the remaining ice in the glass and curled the corners of his mouth.

"You are really strict, Reborn."

"What are you talking about? I am very kind."

The baby called Reborn put down the glass.

"Then, good night."

"Good night."

Reborn pushed open the wooden door of the pub and walked down the paved mountain road. There were residential houses on the side of the road, and the doors of each house were closed. He could only see the scene of a family of three sitting under the orange light and eating dinner happily through the window.

Sicily was really a good place. Reborn pressed his hat down. There was order here, and no one interfered with each other.

"Come out, idiots." There was only coldness in the baby's voice. His round eyes were dark and without a speck of light.

"We have been discovered."

From the shadows of the wall, there were six men in black with guns in their hands. The leader sneered arrogantly, not caring that he had been discovered.

"Six people. You guys seem to be very confident. But why are you looking for me?" Reborn asked calmly without any change in his expression.

"You are Dino Gabriel's teacher, aren't you?

Lord Cadidis is very unhappy with you. "

The leader said casually, as if Reborn was already a corpse in his eyes.

"House of Difara."

Reborn was still calm, completely different from his baby appearance. "I don't care about Dino's stupid apprentice, but the price of angering me is very serious."

The leader raised his hand and waved. The other five picked up their machine guns and fired at full force.

After the smoke dissipated, the baby and his suit were completely unchanged. A pile of metal particles scattered in the gaps between the stones.

"As expected of Mr. Reborn, the world's number one assassin. A mere bullet can't kill you." The leader was not surprised.

"Oh, do you have any other trump cards?" He still appreciated the confident young man.

The leader waved to the other men and motioned them to retreat. He took out a small puppet from his arms.

"Marionette adventure!"

The man shouted a strange noun. The puppet floated in the air, emitting a strange red light.

"Exchange!"

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet fell to the ground.

"Pinocchio, now I order you to shoot yourself."

As the voice fell, the baby's hand slowly raised. The chameleon that was originally clinging to the brim of the hat turned into a gun. The baby's fat fingers held the handle of the gun and pressed it against his temple.

"Bang."