Ms. Quan, who is male

A spice blend with hallucinogenic effects?

Zhongyuan Zhong also did not doubt the judgment given by Quan. Because of this, his face was very ugly.

Although he decided to come to this Western restaurant on the spur of the moment, because he had to call to make a reservation, the other party did have the opportunity and time to ambush in advance - of course, those who can do this basically know that they will come here.

The restaurant staff did not run away.

But, what is the purpose of those who attack them? Is it an indiscriminate attack on the customers who enter the store, or is it a conspiracy against them?

Questions come one after another, no matter what the answer is, the only thing Zhongyuan Zhongya can be sure of now is.

he is very angry.

With a "boom", the entire ground collapsed and sank, and the clean and bright floor cracked with spider web-like patterns. The overbearing wind blew away the fine stones and scattered dust, sweeping away the surrounding area.

The rubble ricocheted into the wall like bullets, leaving holes of various sizes.

Although there was such a loud movement, Quan was not affected in the slightest and was still sitting smoothly in his wheelchair. The table in front of them was also well preserved, and the steak in question still awaited further investigation.

Zhongyuan Zhongya stood up and said to Quan: "Wait for me here."

"Yes." Izumi nodded obediently, watching Nakahara Chuuya put on his hat and long coat, and opened the door of the private room where they were.

Hearing the huge noise coming from the private room, the waiter waiting outside the door just raised his hand, ready to knock on the door and ask about the guests inside, but he came face to face with Nakahara Chuuya, whose face was as deep as water.

"First, sir?"

The waiter inadvertently glanced at the mess in the room, and then took a look at Nakahara Chuuya, who was in a very unhappy mood. He was trembling with fear and didn't understand what happened.

The next second, he was picked up by an invisible hand and slammed to the floor! The folding knife hidden in his hand also flew several meters away with a clang.

His body felt like it was filled with lead, it was extremely heavy and sagging inch by inch. In addition, he seemed to be able to hear the bones in his body making a "creaking" sound, which was overwhelming.

For a moment, he really thought he would be crushed into powder by the gravity exerted on him.

Zhongyuan Zhongya stepped on the waiter's back, and the latter let out a "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Tell me, what is your purpose and who sent you here?!"

The waiter remained silent.

"Tsk!" Zhongyuan Zhong also smacked his lips impatiently and put more force on his feet.

"Ahhhh——!"

Of course, the movement here cannot be hidden from other people in the restaurant.

Within a moment, the manager of the western restaurant hurried over with people. When he saw Zhongyuan Zhongya and the waiter at his feet, his expression changed several times.

"This, this guest..."

"Ang?" Zhongyuan Zhongya turned his head and looked over, moved his wrists and knuckles, and made a clear "click" sound, "Hey, hey, why are there just so many people? Are you looking down on me too much?"

A wild smile appeared on his face.

"Quan, it's going to be a little noisy next, so cover your ears."

"Oh." Quan obeyed obediently.

"Um...is there any misunderstanding..." The manager took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Why are you pretending?" Zhongyuan Zhongya sneered, stretched out his finger and tapped the person behind the manager, "Even if you have to pretend, you should ask your subordinates to hide the gun in their pants, right?"

The manager's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed out.

But as soon as his head turned around, he suddenly realized: he had been defrauded!

The manager's face suddenly turned black as the bottom of a pot.

At this time, Nakahara Chuuya's figure disappeared from the spot, so fast that only an afterimage was left.

The manager's heart skipped a beat and he ordered without hesitation: "Shoot!"

"Tu tu tu tu——"

The few people following him stepped forward and took up the chargers hidden behind them. The guns fired in one burst. However, this method of attack did not hurt Zhongyuan Zhongya at all, and did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Is this all you have?!"

"ah--!"

Along with a scream, the rumble of the floor being destroyed was heard again in the corridor.

Quan was sitting in the private room, listening to the commotion outside, holding his chin in boredom, and shifted his gaze to the waiter lying at the door.

The latter was suppressed by Nakahara Chuuya's gravity, and his body could not move at all. The attack just now caused all the bones in his body to scream pain crazily, as if his whole body was being run over by a large truck.

He was frowning and breathing heavily, and it looked like the situation was very bad.

Quan glanced inside the room.

In a private room that values ​​privacy like this, it stands to reason that there should be no surveillance or anything like that.

However... there seems to be some question about the identity of the staff in this restaurant, and there is no guarantee that there will not be any listening or monitoring equipment left in the private room.

So it's better to be careful.

Although... he was really curious as to what the other party's purpose was in attacking them.

But, you can’t do big things, but you can still do small things.

Thinking like this, Izumi tried to push the wheelchair by himself. But he seemed to have forgotten that the floor under his feet was fine, but the floors around him were violently destroyed by Nakahara Chuuya. Therefore, the moment the wheelchair was pushed, he

He fell headlong into the sunken pit.

"oops!"

His exclamation attracted the attention of the waiter, who couldn't help but lift his eyelids and glance at Quan who was so stupid that he fell into the pit.

Quan raised his head. His thick black hair covered most of his face, and he looked a little embarrassed. From the gap in his hair, a pair of eyes appeared, and he quietly looked at the waiter.

If this was the ninja continent where Izumi was born, if the waiter knew a guy named Senju Tobirama, and if he also knew that the person in front of him was an Uchiha with the Sharingan, then he should understand one thing -

Never look him in the eye.

It was just a moment, so short that it couldn't even be captured with the naked eye. He was dragged into a fantasy world where time flowed at unknown speeds by those eyes that suddenly turned scarlet. And then he didn't even realize it.

Under the circumstances, he told Quan all the information he knew.

This group of guys has a companion whose special ability is to adjust fragrances, and he can freely control the onset time of the effects of the spices.

Taking into account the smell, they sprinkled the spices on the steak, which was full of meat and could be covered with seasoned black pepper. Even the knife that was kicked away by Nakahara Chuuya, and the

The bullets used by the group are also coated with this kind of superpower spice.

According to the original plan, the spices with supernatural powers that were eaten by Zhongyuan Zhongya, or penetrated into the blood along the wounds, would take effect that night.

In his hallucination, Nakahara Nakaya created an extremely powerful enemy who wanted to destroy Yokohama. He would follow Mori Ogai's orders and cooperate with his former partner Dazai Osamu to activate "dirty" and destroy the enemy.

However, there was no enemy to destroy Yokohama, no order from Ogai Mori, and no appearance of Osamu Dazai.

The only thing that will happen is that Zhongyuan Zhongya himself can control it, which is to turn on the filth.

As a result, it goes without saying that the enemy that needs to be destroyed is fictitious, and he, Chuuya Nakahara, is the guy who destroyed Yokohama.

At this point, the waiter couldn't tell any more useful information. Maybe they have more action plans later, but as far as he is concerned, he only knows so much.

But there is another thing that Quan finds interesting.

This group of people called this operation: the first stage of the Aangba Tu capture plan.

"The wild tyrant spits and seizes"?

This is really interesting.

As far as Izumi knows, Aragato is the mysterious thing that once gave him a claw in Zhongyuan Chuya's spiritual world. But he only knows that the thing is called this name, and he doesn't know what it is specifically - or

He said he didn't even have time to understand.

He has not fully recovered from his mental trauma, and there is also an unknown dangerous object - that is, Aragato - eying him. Even if Izumi wants to explore the spiritual world of Nakahara Chuuya again, he has to carefully consider it.

Or...wait for his Sharingan to reach a higher level...

Huh?

A large ball of white light suddenly exploded in Quan's mind, instantly clearing all his thoughts.

It took about two or three seconds for Quan to react.

Could it be that……

Quan frowned, lost in thought.

This is his subconscious reminding himself that now is not the time to consider this issue? So, could his amnesia be related to the "next stage of the Three Magatama Sharingan"?

In the current situation where the answer cannot be verified, thinking so much is of no use and only adds trouble.

Quan sighed in his heart and decisively threw away these messy things.

Compared to those...

Quan covered his growling stomach, took another look at the delicious but inedible steak, lay on the table dejectedly, and sighed silently.

After a while, the movement outside stopped, and the entire corridor became unusually quiet.

Zhongyuan Zhong also kept him alive and planned to take him back to the torture squad for investigation. Then he called his subordinates and asked someone to handle the follow-up here.

After patting the non-existent dust on his coat, Nakahara Chuya passed over the enemies lying on the ground and returned to their previous private room.

Then as soon as he entered the door, he saw Quan lying on the table. Quan was staring at the fragrant steak in front of him with a bitter look on his face, his cheeks bulging like a white, fat and soft Dafu with full of stuffing.

"..." What kind of little animal is mistreated by an unscrupulous owner, but can only look at delicious food but cannot eat it?

Hearing the sound, Izumi raised his head and looked over with dazzling eyes: "Mr. Chuuya!"

"Ahem, um." Nakahara Chuya responded calmly, and then added, "There are still some things that need to be dealt with here. I asked my subordinates to bring a lunch box. Let's eat that later... I'm sorry."

"What's there to be sorry for? It's not Mr. Chuuya's fault." Izumi pouted and then asked in a different tone, "What's for the bento?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya took out his mobile phone and asked without raising his head: "What do you want to eat?"

Quan seemed to be waiting for his words, and said without thinking: "Cake?"

Nakahara Chuuya: "...Have you seen anyone whose bento contains cake?"

"That's right..." Quan scratched his face in embarrassment.

Having said that, Zhongyuan Zhongya still sent an email to his subordinates, asking him to buy a cake when he came over.

He just put away the phone, and before Izumi could say anything, the latter suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at the waiter lying behind Nakahara Chuuya, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chuuya! He..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly felt something bad and turned his head sharply.

The waiter's mouth was wide open, but not a single sound came out of his throat. His eyes were wide open, his orifices were bleeding, his body twitched for a while, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

"!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also checked his breathing and pulse, and the results were self-evident. Then he went to check the conditions of other enemies and found that each of them was in the same condition as the waiter.

The whole process took less than a minute, and right under his nose, all the enemies died silently, leaving no one alive.

Zhongyuan Zhongya's face was as heavy as water, and he punched the wall beside him.

"hateful!"