The man knelt in the middle of the room, his body trembling. Sweat poured down like a waterfall, his eyes staring at the ground, not daring to look elsewhere.

"Hey, why aren't you talking?"

Sitting behind the table was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. His short black hair was slightly curly, and his obsidian-like shining eyes were staring at the small crystal skull in his hand.

This small accessory that others would find terrifying, but he loved it so much that he couldn't put it down. His fingers stroked its outline over and over again, as if the small skull was his lover in the depths of his heart.

He still looked very young, and at this moment, he looked like a curious child. There was also some naivety in his question.

However, when he heard his seemingly harmless question, the man trembled even more violently.

The boy put the crystal skull on the table. The soft sound was no less than the call of hell to the man below. "Then, please die."

The strong desire to live made the man jump up, but almost at the same time, a bullet shot through his temple. The timing was so accurate that it made one's hair stand on end. What kind of accurate prediction was needed to do this?

"Well done, Little E." The boy held his chin with one hand, squinting his eyes and smiling faintly like a cat that had stolen a fish.

The boy named E walked out from the shadows. "Boss, this kind of thing doesn't need you to do it personally."

He was just a little traitor who didn't deserve to be dealt with by the boss himself. Moreover …

"Because there's nothing fun to do recently, and I'm bored." Was he only twelve years old, but he had been the boss of the mafia for seven years?

D showed a bored expression. "This kind of thing can be barely considered as a pastime.

Or … "He leaped over with one hand on the table and stared into E's eyes." Little E, are you worried about me? "

E, who was seen through, panicked and wanted to deny it, but Akira Asai?

D didn't want his answer at all.

He took a step forward, his slender index finger dripping on the other party's chin. Even though he was shorter than E by a head, he still had to bend over, but at this moment, it was as if he was lifting E's chin. "Little E is worried about me, and I'm very happy ~ But, Little E, you should have more confidence in yourself, right?

How could Little E give this kind of trash a chance to hurt me? "His fingertips moved down and slid across the young man's Adam's apple. Asami Akira?

D looked at E's blushing face and narrowed his eyes happily.

However, the next moment, he withdrew his hand and returned to his seat coldly. "Deal with the body and then call Anzerella in."

"Yes." He clenched his fists involuntarily. The heat on his face had yet to fade, but his heart was cold.

E lowered his head respectfully. He was an orphan that was picked up by the BOSS. If he hadn't been picked up by the BOSS that day, he would have become an unknown corpse lying on the streets. He didn't have the right to have any delusions of grandeur.

But, even though he knew it was like this, sometimes he couldn't control himself at all.

Asami Akira?

D relaxed and leaned back. He closed his eyes and pressed his slightly swollen temples. He was so irritated. Were there no opponents coming to attack him recently?

It would be good to let him vent.

When Anzerella came in, he saw the light golden sunlight shining through the large floor-to-ceiling window on the young man's face. He looked serene and fragile with his eyes closed.

He closed the door gently and walked forward. The soft carpet under his feet made his footsteps almost inaudible. He put the documents in his hand on the table.

It was almost at this time. Asami Akira?

D abruptly opened his eyes. His emotionless black eyes caused those who were reflected in them to tremble in fear.

When he saw the person clearly, he put down his hand on his waist. "You scared me, Azawa."

"Ha.

You don't have to be so alert in such a heavily guarded office, right? "Anzerella helplessly reached out and rubbed his black hair." Relax a little sometimes. "

"I'm just used to it." He let the other touch his fatal point. Asami Akira?

D showed a lonely look in front of the only person he didn't have to pretend. "Well, let's not talk about this. Is there anything important recently?"

Anzerella looked at Asami Akira.

D wrapped himself in layers of camouflage again, as if the frailty just now was just an illusion. He could only smile bitterly. "Nothing important. Everyone is very quiet.

If you want to talk about it, I sent a lot of people to please you. "

It was not a rare thing in the Mafia to send some people to please the other party. If the people you sent caught the other party's eye, then the benefits were quite a lot. Even if they didn't, there was no loss. It could be said that it was a very cost-effective way.

"Didn't I say that I like cute boys? I don't have any desire for girls."

Asami Akira was lying on the table with no interest. He rolled his face on the table without a care for his image.

"I know, but not many people believe it." Anzerella looked at Asami Akira with amusement.

D said, "Well, after all, it's not a rare thing. But Akira?

D, your attitude towards girls is too easy to be misunderstood.

By the way, is it okay for you to say it like this?

Although it's not rare, considering your current situation, it's better not to say it, right? "

"Is there a problem?

Who dares to question me. "Asami Akira?

D sat up straight, showing a cold and arrogant expression. "I like boys. What's wrong with that!"

There was nothing wrong with that.

Anzerella looked at the child who was almost brought up by him. After all, Akira?

D was a girl. If it wasn't for the fact that no one in Italy knew about Akira?

D was a girl's name in Japan. Presumably, everything wouldn't be so smooth.

But she had to bear too much responsibility.

At that time, the Kish family was on the verge of collapse. If it wasn't for the bloodline, who would let a five-year-old child sit on the throne of the leader?

If it was still a girl, it would be even more impossible.

So Akira?

D had to dress up as a boy. From the age of five, she began to take on the responsibility of being a boss. She couldn't have beautiful long hair like other girls, wear beautiful dresses, and couldn't act coquettishly and throw tantrums at her parents like a child.

She grew up in blood and fire. The only toys that accompanied her for the longest time were the two guns at her waist for fighting.

She didn't know how to sing or dance, but she was good at fighting and killing.

Akira Asami?

D relied on her almost ghostly talent to pull the Kish family back from the edge of the cliff little by little.

So, if she liked it, if doing this could make her happier, then what did it matter if she was a little willful?

Anzerella sighed in his heart.

"I sent those girls back, but," he hesitated, but still said, "there's still a boy."

"Huh?" Akira Asami?

D immediately became spirited and sat up straight. "Interesting, I'll go and see."

I knew it!

Anzerella rubbed his temples with a headache. "I'm serious, Akira?

D, you really don't need this kind of person. "A twelve-year-old girl didn't need this kind of person.

"What are you talking about, A 'Ze." Akira Asami?

D stood up with a cold and disdainful smile on her face, as if she didn't have the desire to smile at all. She lifted the corner of her lips and raised the middle finger of her right hand. There was a bright silver ring on it, like a winding flower branch. In the middle of the ring, there was an orange flower that bloomed like the sky, representing her identity. "The tenth generation of the Kish family needs it." This reason was more important than anything else.

"But you're only twelve!" Anzerella couldn't help but raise his voice, his sea blue eyes full of objection.

"No, A 'Ze, you can't emphasize this point to others.

You know, if you say this, you're just letting them pounce on you and bite you. "Akira Asami?

D didn't raise her voice, she just stated a fact in a flat tone.

That's right, Akira Asami?

D's strength made people afraid, and it was precisely because of this that people forgot her age.

If she emphasized her young age at this time, it would just give a push to those who were ready to make a move, and it would bring a huge number of enemies and endless trouble.

Akira Asami?

Although D liked excitement, she didn't want to die, so this was absolutely not allowed.

Akira Asami?

D took the black windbreaker from the back of the chair and put it on. "Let's go, A 'Ze."

The windbreaker gently rose as she walked, like a fallen angel's pitch-black wings drawing an arrogant arc in the air, insolent and dangerous.

This was Akira Asami?

The reason why D and the Six Paths Skeleton first met.

Akira Asami?

The first time D saw the Skeleton of the Six Paths, the young man had appeared in front of her in such a humiliating and embarrassing manner. Perhaps from that moment on, their relationship was destined to be complicated.

No one could say who was right and who was wrong, and it couldn't be said to be sentimental. If one had to say, it was probably an ill-fated relationship, and there was no more suitable adjective.

However, none of them knew this at this time.

At that time, the Six Paths Skeleton was tied up, kneeling on the cold and hard floor of the hall. He was battered and exhausted, so he was as beautiful as a flower blooming in flames.

The Akira Asami of that time?

D, sitting high on the main seat, looked down at him. She was arrogant and cold-blooded, so she was like an unmoving flower on a high mountain, making people want to conquer her.

Perhaps this wasn't the most romantic meeting, but it might be the best meeting for them.

Because if they missed it, they might never have the chance to meet again.