Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 351 Lafei: I'm just fat

"You're the noisiest among all these people."

Fūya Rei put his hand on the shoulder of the warrior whose face was covered in blood. With a slight force, he flipped over from behind him and came in front of him.

At the same time, a sharp samurai sword pierced the samurai's chest from behind.

Before the knife was drawn out, the blind stick in his hand had already pierced the heart of the swordsman.

He casually drew out his cane, swung it in a sword flower, and kicked the last man to Lafei's leg. His clear and clean voice said without malice, "Lafei is really old. It's so easy to take him down. You've been delayed for so long."

Rafi ignored his boss's trash talk and gasped, "Thank you for the rescue, sir, and--"

He retorted: "I'm not old, I'm just fat!"

Fūya Rei stepped on the sole survivor's head, stomping him into the dirt. He said nonchalantly, "Got it. I hope you won't be a ball next time I see you. I can hear your overloaded heart beating."

Lafite: "..." Are you a stethoscope spirit?

Furuya Rei warned Raffi, "When you get angry, your heartbeat disturbs me."

"I understand." Rafi silently put away his smile, stepped back a little, took out two guns with bullets from the arms of the dead body on the ground, kept alert to his surroundings, and tried to comfort himself.

This is your boss, the one you respect the most. Don't be angry! Even if he deserves a beating, he's just a kid!

Just spoil, spoil and that’s it!

Furuya Rei shuddered, then suddenly turned his head towards Raffi and remained silent for a moment. He raised his hand and poked the person who dared not move with his blind stick, and said with a smile, "Let's make a deal."

He calculated the time and found that he still had half an hour left before Hiro's appointment, so he still had time to have some fun.

The square-faced warrior fell to the ground, biting his mouthful of dirt, and said miserably, "...you say."

Fūya Rei moved his feet and stood upright, saying in a slightly nasal voice, "Let's play hide-and-seek. I'll give you three minutes to hide or run away as much as you want."

"In three minutes, I'll set out to catch you. If I catch you, I'll send you to hell. If you can escape, congratulations, you've survived."

"let's start."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warrior who had been lying on the ground unable to move flew out like a cannonball.

Fūya Rei clenched his fists, his smile tinged with disdain: "...There's no artistry in your escape!"

He waved at Lafite and said sternly, "Tell Cohen, Chianti, and the other useless members of the action team who haven't arrived yet to turn around and intercept the previous generation of death squads who have arrived. Execute them for 'treason' and track down the person behind the order. If they fail to complete their mission, throw them directly into the torture chamber and punish them according to the organization's rules."

Rafi said embarrassedly: "...Sir, I don't have the authority."

Furuya Rei adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, then said, "I will give you the authority in the name of 'boss' and inform the organization."

"That's all right with me, sir," he replied simply.

Fūya Rei rubbed his cane and asked thoughtfully, "Have you had any dealings with the predecessors in the past few years?"

Rafi was treating his own wounds. He was surprised when he heard this, then he said, "Very rarely. Arak and his ancestors had the most interactions."

As if knowing what the gentleman wanted to know, Lafite said loyally: "Sir, you don't have to worry about the predecessor. He is just a coward with a rigid brain. How can he compare with you?"

He had countless substitutes, and even the location of the sanatorium had to be changed every now and then, for fear that someone would come and kill him. Unfortunately, it was difficult to guard against a thief in one's own home.

A slight arc appeared on the corner of Fūya Rei's mouth. Yes, I am the most powerful one.

The corners of his mouth raised in a leisurely arc, and he patted Lafei's shoulder proudly and said, "Forget it this time, but if you say that again next time, I will punish you for leaking the organization's secrets. Remember?"

Rafi was bewildered: "...Yes, sir."

So, what organizational secrets did he leak?

The ancestor was a brainless coward?

After realizing this, he looked at the gentleman whose temperament had changed drastically, and then fell silent for a moment, revealing a kind smile.

The sir is really naughty.

Fūya Rei calculated the time and it was exactly three minutes.

He held the cane as if it were a sword.

"Have the logistics department clean up this mess immediately, before the police find out."

Furuya Rei gave an order, listening to the sounds coming from downwind. His eyes curved, the playfulness between his brows like a predator admiring its prey's struggle, his sharp gaze concealing keen insight. "I'm going to catch the little mouse."

His figure flashed and he quickly ran in a certain direction.

Rafi watched his husband disappear happily and shouted, "Sir, remember to come back before six o'clock!"

We agreed to go to Arrack's! It's already four o'clock!

His expression was extremely complicated. He had a feeling that the gentleman was having a lot of fun outside and forgetting the time.

On the other side, the warrior who had been running wiped the sweat off his face, knocked out a passing office worker buying milk tea, took off his clothes and put them on, then headed towards the busiest Ginza.

There are people coming and going and cars flowing constantly here, so it's the best place to hide.

He didn't believe that person could accurately find him in the crowd!

Like a leaf hidden in the woods, that's the best way to hide.

The warrior thought he was very smart. He smelled the milk tea that was spilled on the office slave and felt his stomach growling.

He looked at the maid cafe not far away and walked over decisively.

He was just a little hungry and had absolutely no other thoughts.

As soon as he reached the door, a row of maids smiled brightly and said, "Welcome home, Master."

Warrior: Hiss——

A bit over the top.

His face flushed strangely, and he stammered, "I'm back."

Led by the maid, he looked around like a bumpkin, and soon came to a comfortable rest area and sat down. Before he could order, he heard the maid's sweet voice say, "Master, your good friend has been waiting for a while."

The warrior was puzzled. What good friend? He had spent the past few decades either fighting in the Middle East or training on the island...

The warrior gradually realized something and turned his head stiffly to look.

The blond young man held his chin with one hand, waved at him like a lucky cat, and said with a smile: "Hello again, sir. And-"

"Your embarrassment is overflowing."

"Oh, this pounding heart is howling in fear." His voice became softer and softer, and the ending tone rose with enjoyment, and the satisfaction and pleasure on his face became a little more morbid.

The warrior's body was stiff, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

He stepped back in fear until his back rested against the soft backrest of the sofa: "Why did you find me so quickly?"