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Chapter 13

    On the first day Gojo Satoru entered the dungeon, he put on nice blue clothes, took a handy knife, and according to his own habits, entered the headquarters of the faction eight minutes later than the stipulated time.

    He stood at the door and was puzzled by the sign: "Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau Household Registration Division Fourth Branch, why does it sound so much like a civil servant's office?" Isn't

    this copy called "KING"?

    Where is the king? What about the territory?

    What about the fierce conflicts and passionate battles between different clans?

    "Because this is the civil servant's office." Seri Awashima said indifferently when he came back with the documents, "And you were late for work on the first day, rookie." Gojo Satoru turned pale with shock: "Is there still time for me to go back now

    ? "

    Damn it, why do some kings like to lead civil servants? !

    Awashima frowned: "...the chief is waiting for you, you go to his office first."

    Although he is a related household, this attitude is too frivolous, right?

    Totally out of line with their Scepter 4 style.

    Gojo Satoru responded in a low mood: "Oh..."

    "Gojo Satoru." Munakata Reiji pressed the other party's resume information under his hand, and pressed his eyes with the other hand and said, "Can you please be more formal?" Are you going to talk to me?"

    Gojo Satoru was at a loss: "I think I'm very formal."

    He even put on his uniform specially!

    He: "...why are you wearing a blindfold?"

    Their scepter 4 is a serious organization, and this blindfold is too social and not serious enough.

    This guy has to be taken off.

    Gojo Satoru wore a blindfold and said nonsense: "Oh, this, this is because the blindfold is actually my seal, if I take it off, I will kill."

    "Really?"

    "That's right."

    "Your problem is bigger than I thought."

    Munakata Reji felt a headache.

    Even though he had just met, he already felt the disorderly aura that he hated very much from the other party.

    It's the kind of guy who puts a frame there, and he will definitely pull it into various shapes.

    He even wanted to think that this guy was an undercover agent sent by Barbara. I really want to kick the opponent out of my team.

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