Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    The corners of Mori Owai's eyes twitched, and at this moment, he deeply felt the strange feeling that Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Zhong also couldn't put into words.

    Especially the palm of the waist, with an indescribable sense of shame.

    ... Don't force the two children to say such things again in the future.

    Mori Ogai seriously reflected on his actions.

    Looking at him absent-minded, Moon Shadow Mask raised his brows and felt a little uncomfortable.

    He was so dedicated to swaying people, but the other party was indifferent like a piece of wood, which really challenged his self-esteem as a phantom thief.

    Moon Shadow Mask held a sigh of relief in her heart, and suddenly raised her palm to Mori Owai's chin, and her smiling eyes broke into the other party's field of vision.

    "I've heard that the boss of the port mafia is charming, and I'll see you today..."

    The hand rubbed his cheek constantly, and the soft whispers full of love in his ears also filled Sen Ouwai's heart.

    The smile on Sen Owai's face became more and more restrained. When he was the active party, he didn't mind chatting with the other party, but when he was in a weak position, this way of getting along was extremely dangerous.

    "Then don't leave——"

    He interrupted Moon Shadow Mask's words aloud, and a cold light flashed from the bottom of his eyes for a moment.

    "Stay here forever."

    A tingling feeling in the scalp suddenly stimulated Izumi Lian's brain, almost a conditioned reflex, he pushed away Mori Owai's body and quickly pulled away.

    And Sen Owai was leaning against the wall, staring at him with a serious face at this moment, his palms turned up slightly, and he actually took out a red button like a remote control.

    As he pressed down, in an instant, the door of the office was opened, and the alarm sound broke the sky at this moment.

    Countless mafia armed with guns rushed into the house and aimed the black muzzle at him. The black mass exuded an extremely suppressed sense of urgency.

    He Quanlian's eyes narrowed, realizing that Mori Owai was still ready to attack.

    However, for He Quanlian to come here, it is naturally impossible for him to have only one-handed preparations. His props emerge in endlessly.

    Only one side, he used the blind spot behind the desk to cover up his whereabouts carefully, then took out a coin from his pocket, snapped a dozen fingers in his right hand, and threw it directly at the mafia crowd at the door.

    The coin has turned into a weapon similar to smoke, fog, bullets in his hand, and rolled all the way to the feet of the mafia holding the gun.

    In front of the mafia who had not yet reacted, smoke, fog, bombs suddenly exploded from the inside, and at the same time, a thick white smoke instantly filled the entire space.