The Rockets of the Spirits Start

Aware of the firmness of will contained in Nobunaga's words, Dago thoroughly confirmed the conjecture in his heart, but did not continue to ask about the detailed plan.

He didn't even propose to Nobunaga the few goals he was trying to figure out, but just showed an approachable attitude, like ordinary old friends gathering, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and said softly:

"The plan for the independence of the Orange Islands this time must have occupied the five major families in Kanto, and those old things must have made you bleed a lot."

"Compared to the exchange of interests with those families, the conditions that our Fengyuan Alliance asks from you are simply like Kentaro's mane, which is not worth mentioning."

"So, who is the real friend of the archipelago and the Orange Alliance, I think you should understand."

Nobunaga, who heard Dawu wisely changing the subject, and facing himself with an equal attitude, patiently swallowing the bitter fruit of the master ball, instantly regained his composure, and replied seriously with a slight smile:

"Vulgar interests are not worth anything, but with the promise made by the entire Orange Alliance, it is something that other regions cannot exchange."

Nobunaga's words did not mean to refute them, which saved Dawu's face, but also raised the price he paid in a disguised way, and aggravated the relationship between the two parties beyond cooperation.

Dawu, who also understands the inner truth, no longer mentions the difference in the agreement between the family and Fengyuan when he sees this, as if he has given up the idea of ​​fighting for benefits again.

Seeing Dawu walk down the steps, he strictly abides by the noble table etiquette, picks up the steel fork next to the plate, tie up a piece of pastry, and puts it into his mouth to taste carefully.

From the previous conversation between the two, I guessed that Dawu insisted on meeting this time, except that he wanted to take the opportunity to observe himself, the president of the Orange Alliance.

Whether it is worth his bet, in addition to the political resources of the Fengyuan Alliance, there is also Nobunaga, who is testing the future use of this master ball included in the transaction between the two parties, although the expression on his face has not changed.

But in his heart, he felt a little bit like facing a mature politician for this German prince who once disdained the position of the league champion.

…

The two protagonists in the private room suddenly fell silent, the water level in the coffee cup continued to drop, and the pastries on the table disappeared piece by piece, but the atmosphere between the two gradually became extremely harmonious.

During this meeting, Nobunaga and Daigo, who both got what they wanted, found that the other party had no intention of increasing the cooperation.

In a hurry to tidy up the internal affairs of the Hoenn Alliance, Dago, whose time is extremely precious now, glanced at Nobunaga with a friendly look, and said gently:

"Sorry, there are a lot of things that I need to arrange in the alliance recently. I'm afraid I won't have much time to spend with you today."

"Well, let me treat you well the next time you come to Fengyuan."

Nobunaga, who was still enjoying the expression of intoxication, tasted the No. 1 pastry in Caiyou City. After seeing Dawu finished speaking, he got up with an apologetic face and wanted to leave.

Then he wiped his mouth with a napkin calmly, and said with a gentle smile:

"September 1, if President Dawu is no longer entangled in various complicated affairs of the alliance like today, then please come to Little Orange Island to attend the establishment ceremony of the Orange Alliance."

Hearing the exact time and place, Dawu, who was about to cross the threshold of the private room,

His eyes suddenly froze, his head turned slightly to the side, and he returned with a serious face:

"I will seriously consider your proposal."

After the words fell, Nobunaga, who was sitting leisurely on the small sofa with a smile on his face, looked at the president of the Hoenen Alliance who walked out of the room quickly, and thought secretly in his heart:

"What I said just now pointed out the dilemma that the Fengyuan Alliance is currently entangled in internal affairs, especially the rotten roots that Dawu has to face, which has been run by those old guys for many years."

"But why didn't he give an accurate answer? Could it be that the remaining remnants put him under so much pressure?"

Nobunaga was puzzled by this question and couldn't recover for a long time. He was woken up by Ditto who had eaten all the refreshments on the table. In order to relieve dry eyes, he blinked his eyelids twice.

Nobunaga's emotions calmed down again, and all the complicated thoughts in his mind were wiped out, with a helpless smile on his face for no reason, he raised his hands and gently embraced the Dittoman into his arms.

At the same time, he glanced at the tabletop that had been cleaned up, leaving behind a few brand new ten thousand yuan bills, and whispered to himself in a relaxed voice:

"It seems that no matter what Dawu wants to do, at least in a short period of time, Feng Yuan should not be able to intervene in the internal affairs of the Orange Islands..."

"Well, I should go too."

After finishing speaking, Nobunaga embraced the Dittoman with one hand, picked up the black windbreaker hanging on the hanger, and walked out of this quiet coffee shop slowly.

In the scorching sun, Nobunaga looked at Junsha and the police officers who led the elves to block the streets, regardless of what kind of public opinion orientation their next actions would cause, and how much influence they would have in the future.

In front of everyone, he released double bomb gas, put on his windbreaker with a big wave of his hand, calmly jumped on top of his head, and spoke loudly to him:

"Ignore them, go back to Little Orange Island."

Hearing Nobunaga's slow order, he was about to release the champion's aura to intimidate the double bomb gas of the elves on both sides of the road, and silently withdrew his cold gaze.

Quickly controlled the transparent smoke to form a thin shield around his huge body, rushed into the sky and flew towards the sea in the north of the island at high speed.

(PS: Saiyu City, the headquarters of the Fengyuan Alliance, is located on a medium-sized island at the bottom right of the mainland.)

…

Outside the cafe.

As the dangerous person Nobunaga left, the police officers in charge of sealing off the area still stood there nervously, as if their muscles had become stiff in the tense confrontation between the two sides.

Time passed by, and the scream of a young police officer suddenly resounded through the entire street.

"AH!!!" (falling down)

That's right, this silent situation lasted until a certain young police officer recovered his mind and accidentally fell to the ground when he was about to turn around and ask the captain. This kind of awkward silence was finally broken.

"Is that the alliance's six-star wanted criminal! When he was looking at me just now, my legs were trembling."

"..."

"Sure enough, he is indeed the person President Dawu wants to meet in person. Shuangtan Gas has shocked all my spirits just by virtue of its cold eyes."

"..."

"Although he is a wanted criminal with bad deeds, but, but, he is really handsome∽"

"..."

Hearing the voices of many police officers discussing in a hurry, especially the inexplicable praise of some female police officers, and the heartfelt admiration of middle-aged police officers.

Junsha, who was standing beside the off-road police car, silently became more and more ugly. Their words were like heavy punches in the arena, and they hit the heart of Junsha from Caiyou City Police Station.

"Shut up all of them! Who allowed you to chat during the mission!"

"I'll repeat it to you again! Poison champion Nobunaga! He is just a wanted criminal who needs to be eradicated by the alliance! This kind of despicable and shameless sinner, I, Junsha, will never allow anyone to regard him as a strong man!"

"Hurry up and appease the surrounding shops, then close the team and return to the police station!"

On the surface, Junsha, who is heroic and heroic, issued orders to the police officers in a suppressed anger tone.

Looking coldly at the instantly quiet street, he opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat, then ordered the policeman closest to him in a firm voice:

"Drive back to the police station!"

"yes!"

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