Q · H Bar was located in the harbor of Sicily, a place that was popular with dock workers and mafias at the bottom. Not only did it have colorful lights and colorful balls, but it also had explosive music. Immersing oneself in the pleasure of the night to cushion the boredom of life and work, the 1.5-euro super-sized cold beer was even better.

When Chūya brought Tsunayoshi into the bar, most of the people who were playing and dancing cast curious glances at them. It was not that there were no teenagers in the bar. There was never a shortage of young dock workers, and this bar was one of the few entertainment venues that young people could afford to spend money in. Screw underage, this was not a place where young ladies and young masters would come to.

Let alone the fact that they were young men who looked clean at first glance.

Gōtian Tsunayoshi and Nakahara Chūya were fully equipped. Even a blind person could smell the expensive smell.

"Rich people."

A dark-skinned young man squatting in the corner with a cup in his hand showed a mocking smile, and several young men beside him looked at each other, not hiding their greed and malice.

When Tsunayoshi first entered the door, he followed behind Chūya and kept a little distance. He wanted to use this kind of "I'm not with you?

Barium, Barium, Chew, Rejoice, Trample Alliance

What a fool! Why did he ask Bai Zai Ping?

You're with me?

You're with me? "

Growing up, he had never been curious about what a bar looked like. Curiosity killed the cat. Maybe cats had nine lives, so they were naturally bold, but what about him?

Gōtian Tsunayoshi only had one fragile little life, and his fragile little life was under the control of Mr. Chūya, who was walking in front of him.

"Why are you tugging at my clothes?" Zhong Ye glanced at the hand that was tugging at the hem of his large clothes and asked lazily.

"As Mr. Chūya's partner, I have to follow Mr. Chūya closely," Tsunayoshi answered obediently. The dangerous premonition of a small animal made him give up his self-resistance.

F * ck, this is so scary!

Was the bar such a scary place?

Along the way, all he saw were muscular men. Not only that, why was it so dark inside? The malice in the air was too strong. Tsunayoshi was alarmed. If he was left alone, something bad would definitely happen.

"Then follow me closely."

Chūya didn't scold Tsunayoshi for him to let go of his hand. How should he put it? Being held like this actually gave him a pleasant sense of superiority.

Tsunayoshi sat down in front of the bar counter and consciously sat next to Chūya.

"What do you have for me, sir?"

The bartender at the bar asked Chūya respectfully. They were guests, but they were just two fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He felt pity in his heart, but what did it have to do with him?

Most of the young masters and ladies who came here were young and frivolous. They didn't know anything about the world. They were so well protected by their families that they didn't know that other than the beautiful world, there was also unknown darkness that they couldn't bear.

From his point of view, the young man with orange curly hair was obviously more mature. He was the backbone of the two, and the other timid brown-haired young man was just a foil. Both of them were small and delicate. If they were sold outside, they could make a lot of money.

"A normal cocktail will do."

Chūya glanced at the wine on the wine cabinet and frowned slightly. He didn't expect the bartender to invite him to such an environment.

The bartender understood and then asked Tsunayoshi, "What about you, sir?"

"Ah …" Obviously, he didn't expect the bartender to ask him. Tsunayoshi looked at Chūya in panic. What should he do in this situation?

Minors weren't allowed to drink.

But Chūya just returned him a stare that told him not to be afraid.

Tsunayoshi reflexively straightened his body. He kept moving his hands under the bar and put his hands on the bar in a comfortable position. His brown eyes looked up and quickly scanned the wine cabinet like Chūya. He then glanced at the bartender with the corner of his eyes and frowned slightly.

"A glass of milk."

The bartender was stunned for a moment. He thought he heard wrong. He really was a minor. This was a bar.

"What do you want?" The bartender asked again. He couldn't help but mock him in his heart.

"A glass of milk." Tsunayoshi's tone was cold, but his heart was beating fast. "You don't have it?"

"Of course … no problem, please wait a moment."

The bartender's voice trembled slightly as he replied respectfully. He was actually a psychic? He had really misjudged him.

His body suddenly felt the weight of a thousand pounds, making him unable to breathe. The orange haired young man was staring at him with a warning look. If he said no, he believed he would definitely die on the spot.

Looking at the bartender who turned around to make the drink, Tsunayoshi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His memory returned to the road here.

Chūya held the steering wheel and overtook the cars in front of him while instilling in him that as Nakahara Chūya's partner, he couldn't look weak.

"Although you are very weak now, and anyone from the Port Mafia can beat you, you can't be afraid. If you are afraid, you will embarrass me. Do you understand?"

"But I'm really weak!" Tsunayoshi said, not knowing what to do.

"That's why you have to be imposing. Have you heard of using someone else's power to intimidate others?" Chūya seriously taught his partner.

"I've heard of it." Tsunayoshi, who was being taught, nodded.

"You are that fox. You are by my side, and no one knows how strong you are. But I am very strong. As long as I act imposing, everyone will think that I am strong."

"But isn't that a lie?

If the lie is exposed, it will be even more embarrassing. "Tsunayoshi said awkwardly.

Chūya snorted, "First, you never said that you were strong. Everything was speculated by others. Second, before that, I will make you stronger, so there will be no embarrassment if you are exposed. Third, before you become strong, I will not let you act alone. You don't have to do anything at all."

"So, remember?

Imposing. "

"Okay, I will work hard, Mr. Chūya."

The memory ended.

In front of the bar, Tsunayoshi quietly approached Chūya and whispered, "Mr. Nakahara, is this okay?"

Chūya sneered, "What was that just now?"

"Huh?

I imitated Mr. Chūya. "

Tsunayoshi recalled the awkward imitation just now, and his cheeks turned red. Sure enough, he could not be the fox that Mr. Chūya mentioned.

"Are you saying that I am the same as you?" Chūya narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man whose ears had turned red. His heart softened.

"No." Tsunayoshi lowered his head and said sullenly. It was so embarrassing. He pretended to be handsome, but he was still laughed at.

"Actually, it's okay."

Chūya said lightly, and picked up the light-colored cocktail handed by the bartender and took a sip. "Next time, you can ask for a large glass of milk, okay?"

"Okay." Tsunayoshi nodded silently. What was with this faint joy of being praised by the head of the family?

In the middle of the bar, the loud metal sound system played one song after another.

Suddenly, someone said, "Mr. Dan is here."

The dancing crowd stopped and automatically moved aside to let a group of tall and strong men in black pass through.

The crowd watched Mr. Dan and the others walk straight to the bar.

Wow, the children are going to be in big trouble.

The tanned young man in the corner lowered his head and thought in boredom.

"Mr. Chūya, we meet again." Mr. Dan's voice was clear. He took off his sunglasses and extended his hand to Chūya.

"Mr. Dan, hello. This is my partner, Peter." Chūya extended his hand to greet Mr. Dan and introduced Tsunayoshi.

As for why he was called Peter instead of his real name, Chūya told Tsunayoshi on the way to Italy that he could use an alias. This way, he could protect his private information from being discovered and make it difficult for his enemies to find out his weakness. Therefore, Tsunayoshi gave himself the name Peter.

He liked Spiderman very much. If he could have special abilities one day, he hoped that his limbs could shoot spider webs and fly freely in high-rise buildings like Spiderman. He wanted to be a hero, but it was a pity that he became the sad partner of a Mafia cadre.

Peter?

Mr. Dan was puzzled. It was rumored that Mr. Chūya's partner was a tall, brown-haired Port Mafia boss named Osamu Dazai. In the recent war in Yokohama, the two of them wiped out all the rival Port Mafia families overnight. It seemed that there was a serious error in the information.

"Hello, Mr. Peter. It's an honor to meet you."

Mr. Dan automatically ascribed Tsunayoshi's last few contributions to the port mafia during the Dragon Head War to Tsunayoshi, so he didn't underestimate her.

"Hello."

Tsunayoshi imitated Chūya's appearance again, but because he was too nervous, the corner of his mouth curved into a slanted smile. Due to the wide arc and muscle cramps, his white and neat teeth were exposed, making him look very arrogant.