But What did the Novelist do Wrong?

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Chapter Thirty-Two

    It wasn't until the meeting was over, after leaving the cruise ship and returning to the chief's room on the top floor, that Aoike Renyang knew what a mimic was.

    "It's a European criminal organization."

    Osamu Dazai sat on the office chair with a relaxed expression, his two slender legs were naturally put together, and he was in a good mood.

    "This organization is composed of retired soldiers, well-trained, but except for the leader, the rest of the members are ordinary people, nothing to worry about, you can also lead people to get it done. Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Qingchi.

    " Lying on the ground, the fluffy dog's face was full of resentment, and the always erect tail drooped down.

    As soon as it was about to enter the water, Qingchi Lianyang took it away, and the big dog's first trip to the seaside fell through.

    "Thank me?"

    Asked Aoike Lianyang, sighing in his heart that "尨" has become more spiritual.

    Osamu Dazai lowered his head to get things from the work drawer, and when he bent over, his hair fell down on both sides, covering his eyes. Although he was smiling, he couldn't see the real emotion. he answered.

    "If you don't join the Mafia, you'll be trapped by my side and can't leave... That boss ability is tricky."

    A week.

    To be clear, Qingchi Lianyang has only developed his abilities for a week.

    The supernatural creations created at will can be evenly matched in the battle against the sky and the tyrant.

    This terrifying and unlimited power, is he really human?

    No kidding, if Qingchi Lianyang had ambitions, it would not be difficult to destroy the world.

    The drawer of his desk is very empty, a walkie-talkie, three-two seals, ink pads, just ordinary office equipment.

    Osamu Dazai took out a pen and paper from inside, and answered while sketching.

    "The leaders of mimic are Andre and Gide. They are military officers. Their ability is to predict the future between five and six seconds."

    Qingchi Lianyang saw that he seemed to be drawing something on paper, so he stopped and watched.

    "Xiao" finished acting coquettishly, pushed open the door and ran out.

    Now the port mafia basically knows that there is a dog in the organization. It doesn't mess around or bite people. In addition, this dog is more skilled than anyone else in the elevator leading to the chief's room, and everyone knows whose dog it is. , so have a good attitude towards it.

    Qingchi Lianyang didn't care, because he knew who it was looking for with his feet.

    His attention was on Osamu Dazai's painting.