After falling in love with the leader at first sight

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[Chapter 29: "You can choose to trust me."]

A helicopter landed on the helipad of the Port Mafia.

After finishing his business trip, Nakahara Chuuya strode out of the elevator and rushed into the medical room. The doctor was not there. The bed on the inside was surrounded by a white curtain. Only Dazai, who looked listless, was leaning on a lounge chair.

"Damn Dazai--!!"

Chuuya rushed over. Just as he was about to grab Dazai's collar and lift him up, a cold light flashed through the air, and a scalpel with murderous intent brushed across the back of his hand and stabbed into the wall behind him-if Chuuya hadn't retracted his hand quickly, the knife would have pierced through his palm. Chuuya

turned his head suddenly, and as expected, he saw Mashiro Hiiragi.

"You again, why are you here? This is the Port Mafia, are you here to provoke me again?"

Standing at the door, Hiiragi Mashiro said nothing. He walked in and put the glucose water in Dazai's hand, then turned to Chuuya, his face calm but with a dark tide: "He is injured, it is better not to move him."

For a moment, Chuuya paused.

It's not that he didn't smell the blood, but when did Dazai, the suicidal maniac, not smell blood? And this guy obviously has a way to not hurt himself and can protect others, but he just likes to do some dangerous things and put his subordinates in danger. Thinking of this, he felt a little angry again. He was about to say something, but at this moment, behind the white curtain, a familiar but weak voice sounded.

"Mr. Chuuya..."

Chuuya was stunned for a moment, took a few steps to pull open the curtain, and there were people lying on the beds connected together, all of them were his subordinates - although they were all injured, but fortunately they were all still alive.

"You guys..."

The newly promoted centurion with a bandage on his head smiled optimistically at Chuuya: "Although the mission to recover the smuggling route was thrilling, everyone returned safely..."

"Did Sakura come back too?"

"Yes." The centurion lying on the bed laughed even more happily, "But that guy is not injured, he should be in the training room now."

In the small lounge separated by the curtain, the sound of conversation soon rang out, but outside the curtain was imprisoned silence. When Chuuya and his subordinates came out after understanding the situation, there was only half a cup of glucose water left in the medical room. Dazai and Hiiragi Mashiro had left quietly without knowing when.

"That guy..."

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At dusk, the tide receded.

In the empty space with no one, a little light came out from the piled containers.

Dazai, who was lying on the bed, slowly got up and went downstairs. There was a sound of water in the bathroom. He walked quietly to the corner on the warm-toned wooden boards and was about to push open the door of the wine cellar.