Ms. Quan, who is male

The Hong Kong gang members in the room gathered together with wine glasses in their hands, all with solemn expressions and darting eyes, communicating silently.

【What should we do? Do we still want to stay here? 】

【Otherwise?! Do you want to listen in!】

[But it doesn’t seem good to interrupt now? 】

[Nonsense! Excuse me, Mr. Chuuya, are you waiting to be crushed by gravity? 】

【Shall we go out quietly?】

【Can you guarantee that your actions will not make any unnecessary noise? 】

【That……】

what should we do?

Everyone sighed in unison and huddled in the corner silently, trying to reduce their presence in the room.

And the object they were "discussing" at this moment was not as easy to ignite as they thought.

What happened just now happened suddenly, and the cup in Quan's hand fell directly from his hand.

It looked like the drink in the cup was about to pour out, but miraculously, the next second, the cup and the drink were floating in mid-air without being controlled by gravity, without even a drop being spilled.

However, such a scene did not attract the attention of the parties concerned.

Izumi, who was lying on the sofa, looked at Nakahara Chuuya above him, his expression was natural, and there was no trace of nervousness or fear on his face.

Those dark eyes were as quiet as a distant and deep midnight, or like a calm pool of water, reflecting the figure of the person in front of him like a mirror.

He broke the brief silence between the two: "My grandpa said..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Although there are bad people in this world, there are also many good people. Compared with bad people, I think you are a good person, sir." He said with great seriousness, obviously he really thought so.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya suddenly felt a little strange.

He was one of the top five cadres of the port mafia, and he was actually issued a good guy card???

"Aren't you worried?"

"worry about what?"

"Aren't you worried that you might make a mistake?"

Quan smiled and said: "Then I'm quite lucky, I've never made a mistake."

"...Then how did you get tricked into coming to the bar to accompany me drinking?" The expression on Zhongyuan Zhongya's face was a bit hard to explain.

Quan said without hesitation: "That's what I agreed to myself, because I really need this job now!"

"..." So is this guy indifferent or does he really not understand anything?

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that he had been frightened and lonely just now.

No reaction at all, really boring.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, Quan unexpectedly raised his hand.

"?" Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at him in confusion.

Izumi's eyes stayed on the side of Nakahara Chuuya's face, and he slowly stretched out his right hand. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the latter's face, his wrist was suddenly firmly held by Nakahara Chuuya, preventing him from making any further progress.

"What?"

"Here." Izumi's wrist was held, but his fingers could still move. He pointed at Nakahara Chuuya's face and said softly: "It seems to be stained with dirt."

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuuya released his hold on his hand, straightened up, and rubbed his thumb carelessly.

However, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Quan, who sat up after him, was still staring at the same spot on his face, seemingly not wiping the so-called dirt at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong also wiped it impatiently with the back of his hand, regardless of whether it was rubbed or not, and just regarded it as a matter of course.

He turned around and was about to get the wine glass that was floating in mid-air controlled by his superpower.

Quan suddenly came over, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face quickly.

"?!" Zhongyuan Zhongya reacted greatly and moved to the side, and the wine in the cup almost spilled because of his movement.

He stared at Quan, looking like an offended cat that had its hair exploded.

"What are you doing!"

Quan blinked his eyes, looking confused. He didn't understand why Zhongyuan Zhongya had such a big reaction.

"This..." He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips were suddenly stained with a little black, toner-like substance. Not much, just a little.

"……what."

Zhongyuan Zhong was immediately speechless.

Quan took back his hand and said with a smile: "Now it's wiped clean."

Nakahara Chuuya: "..." Instead of scaring people, he actually scared them back. What happened? Shame on you!

He rubbed his cheek, which still had a touch of body temperature, and looked at Quan suspiciously.

This kid... did this on purpose?

After helping Nakahara Chuuya wipe the dirt off his face, Izumi became curious about the cup floating in mid-air.

He reached out and poked the cup, but it didn't move. He pressed harder, and this time it moved. The cup moved a certain distance to the right, and then he reached out and pushed the cup to the left - a bit like a cat rolling a ball of yarn back and forth.

amazing.

Quan couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"..." Stupid.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was secretly controlling the cup, thought so while holding his chin.

So it was just a coincidence.

Zhongyuan Zhongya quickly put this matter behind him, and then he said: "Hey, it's time for you to go out."

Hearing this, Quan stopped playing with the cup and hurriedly picked the cup out of the air and drank the drink inside.

Zhongyuan Zhongya asked strangely: "Why are you drinking in such a hurry?"

"...cough!" Quan choked, patted his chest to calm down, and then answered Zhongyuan Zhongya's question, "Didn't you say you would order ten bottles of wine for me after I finish this glass?"

Nakahara Chuuya: "..." This is also someone who is very good at climbing up the pole.

His silence made Quan feel uneasy. The hand holding the cup curled up uncomfortably, and he said tentatively: "I, am I going too far? Please forgive me, I really need money now..."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and his head lowered.

Zhongyuan Zhongya sighed, waved his hand like a fly, and said: "What's yours is yours, no need to drink, get out of here."

Izumi's eyes lit up, and she wanted to say something, but was blocked by Nakahara Chuuya's words, "I'll regret it if I keep nagging."

However, after he put down the cup, he respectfully bowed to Nakahara Chuuya with a standard ninety-degree bow.

"Thank you, sir! I can never repay your respect and gratitude. If you need my help in any way, I will never hesitate to do so..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya felt helpless and interrupted him abruptly: "Okay, okay, how can you help me? After taking this money, I quit my job as a waiter. Just like what the glasses said before, whatever

Let’s go find a coffee shop or something and continue working.”

When Quan heard this, he hesitated: "But..."

"What's wrong?!" Zhongyuan Zhongya glared at him, making Quan shrink back in fright.

"You have good intentions, but I cannot take your help for granted and accept this great gift in vain."

"..." Zhongyuan Zhongya also wondered why this stupid boy was so stubborn. Did he lack the money for those bottles of wine? He couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

He was just about to use his superpower to throw the person out, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"Respect and gratitude...received in vain..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya frowned, grabbed the note he threw on the table, and read it word by word.

I would like to present our most expensive wine to the guests in room xxx to express my highest respect and gratitude to you.

"Foreign wine...thank you..."

Foreign wine...foreign...overseas...

"Could it be?!"

His eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up from the sofa with a bang. He asked his subordinates who were as quiet as quails with a serious expression: "When will the earliest shipment from Europe arrive?"

"Ah, yes..." The subordinate who was suddenly asked was a little confused, but he still answered his question honestly, "The first batch of goods shipped from Europe has been put into the warehouse, and now the second batch of goods is still there

On the way, I’ll arrive at about five o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and asked: "Who is watching the goods entering the warehouse now?"

"It's the second team under Mr. A."

"Tsk, is that guy..." Zhongyuan Zhongya curled his lips and strode towards the door, "Let's go! There are some unsighted guys who want to steal our goods, go to the dock and have a look!"

"Yes!" The Hong Kong gang members threw away their wine glasses one by one and stood up in unison.

The person closest to the door opened it, and Nakahara Chuuya was just about to step out when he was reminded by his subordinates: "Mr. Chuuya, then she..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya turned around and realized that the conversation he had just had with his subordinates did not avoid Quan at all.

The latter seemed to understand that she was in a bad situation after hearing this conversation. She covered her mouth and carefully shrank herself in the corner of the sofa, for fear that they would notice her.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhongya rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Leave one person to watch her. If she dares to run or does any unnecessary tricks, she will be dealt with directly."

"yes!"

Quan suddenly turned pale with fright.

After giving his instructions, Zhongyuan Zhongya led his subordinates out of the private room without looking back.

After he left, the man in black who stayed behind to look at Quan took out his gun from behind his waist and gestured towards Quan, with a self-evident threat.

Quan hugged his knees and huddled on the sofa, lowered his head, and his long hair fell down, blocking his face and covering the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at the fingertips that he had wiped dirty with Nakahara Chuuya just now. The "toner" remaining on the fingertips disappeared instantly, as if the appearance just now was just an illusion.

That's actually true, because the so-called "dirty things" were originally things he made using illusions.

Izumi rested his chin on his knees and his eyes drifted to the cup he drank from just now. Recalling the two glasses of "wine" that Nakahara Chuuya poured him before, he couldn't help but lick his lower lips.

To be honest, he has a keen sense of smell. Even if the smell of alcohol around him is extremely disturbing, he can still distinguish the wine in the cup from the drink.

Although he lost his memory, when he tasted the first sip of wine, he felt that he should be quite good at drinking.

So the previous performance was naturally all fake.

The only thing that surprised him was that the "wine" that he thought would be very spicy turned out to be so sweet when he tasted it carefully.

Quan rubbed his fingertips and narrowed his eyes in pleasure.

You have to know that there are many bad people in this world.

Of course he knows, Mr. Chuuya.

Because you were unfortunate enough to meet him.