Druid of Conan World

From how many months?several years?How many days?

Anyway, since he came to Japan alone on the flight from London to Dongdu, Boss Mori made a whole plan on how to kill all the insiders without arousing suspicion from people (Shiliang).

Again, he doesn't have an IQ ceiling, and both Yusaku Kudo and Gin can beat him by a large margin in terms of reasoning.

He is just a scheming and despicable person who is good at using all the people, things and things around him to create a comfortable living environment for himself.

The result is based on this...

He has taken too many intelligence advantages.

Of course I'm sorry.

As a scheming villain, it's no wonder he didn't take advantage of this advantage.

A main line connects branch lines one after another. When everyone thinks that it happened naturally and their own decisions affect the trend, they don't know that under the combined effect of the plot and Boss Senyu, everyone has already been made by him. use.

The biggest misunderstanding of the outside world about the king of the dark street is that "you must be punished"!

He has always been the first one!

If it weren't for Aoyama's incompetence and not announcing the real face of the winery boss and the final goal of the winery before he crossed over, he would have gone to Hawaii with Shiliang for their honeymoon.

Counting the half a year in London and the few months (?) in Dongdu...

Except for the crow society, nothing really happened that could be considered an accident.

"Oh yes, there are also crows..." Watching Hattori Heiji's expression resentful and even fearful, he took a taxi to the airport and returned to Osaka. At the entrance of the barbecue shop, Gou Mori put down his hands and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know how the business is going."

……

beep!

With the sound of its whistle, a cargo ship slowly left the port of Busan.

Curacao, who hadn't seen him for many days, stood on the deck in a black bodysuit that perfectly outlined his figure. His flowing white hair matched his mixed-race face, and his bulging figure exuded a fatal charm.

However, the sailors on the deck did not dare to take a second look at this beautiful scenery.

Not everyone has the courage to strike up a conversation after seeing the other party throw a truckload of people into a garbage dump and squeeze them into a mixed cube... The other party is not a princess at all, and what they are waiting for is not a prince at all.

She is the devil!

A terrifying existence that can silence the devil in hell!

"Satan!"

"Satan?"

Noticing the eyes of the sailors, Curacao shook his head silently.

"It's really enough to be westernized. This country... even the most feared object has lost its true colors."

"Hehe, of course."

After the words fell, a coat was put on her shoulders from behind.

Laurent Mitchelson, of course he preferred the man who was called "The Collector" at the moment came over and stood beside her, biting the cigar in his mouth and said.

"Many people say that national self-esteem cannot be measured by the economy, and many people say that a small country does not necessarily mean a weak people."

"But what they said was an exception."

Noticing Curacao's eyes signaling him to go on, Laurent shrugged.

"It's normal, isn't it? In nature, the more top predators, the less vocal they are, because too much exposure will only scare away the prey and cause trouble."

"The same goes for humans."

"The more you talk, the more you look like a small dog, barking ferociously to cover up the weakness in your bones."

"This is a nation whose bones have been broken in terms of economy and military. After completely losing the power to resist, worshiping conquerors and imitating the mighty is the only way for them to satisfy their self-esteem... the way of slavery. "

"..."

"And the land area itself is a kind of confidence. Whether it is public pride or strategic depth, if there is, it will not be conquered?" Curacao asked.

"Yes."

Seeing that the other party was interested in chatting, Laurent struck while the iron was hot, and wanted to say something, but Curacao suddenly smiled.

"You...should know that I am my father's woman, right?"

"Although he hasn't touched me yet, I'm sure he doesn't want to see me being intimate with other men... especially you."

"..."

"Oh no, you're thinking too much." Laurent Mitchelson, the underworld tycoon who is calling the wind and rain in the dark world and stomping the entire European underground market, trembled when he heard the words, and his sculpture-like three-dimensional facial features squeezed out a smiley face.

"I just take care of the youngest in the family out of my responsibility as an older brother."

"...Is that so?" Curacao asked, tilting his head.

"It must be so." Laurent nodded solemnly.

The two looked at each other solemnly.

Others on the deck moved their feet consciously, afraid that they might hear something they shouldn't hear.

Talking about love, but without a trace of sincerity.

The daily life of the underworld society is so simple and boring... And.

"boring!"

After a moment of silence, Curacao withdrew his gaze, turned around and leaned his hands on the guardrail.

"Do you know? Father... actually asked me to find a chance to kill you."

Laurent: "..."

"After all, you are a little too eager to show off, and those old things have been done away with, so he can come back to take power."

"..."

Laurent shook again, swallowing nervously.

"I……"

"Oh, don't be nervous, I know." Curacao raised his hand to interrupt him and smiled.

"After all, the crow rarely cares about Asian affairs. It suddenly wants to install forces in South Korea and even bribe officials to clean up rival gangs. The purpose is obviously not that simple. It's not surprising that you will follow."

"otherwise……"

Curacao's face turned cold and he raised his eyebrows.

"You have now been muddied and dumped into the Thames along with the maids in your luxurious villa."

Crunch!

Laurent clenched his fists when he heard this, his veins popped.

"Those are toys that took me years to get my hands on..."

"I really don't feel bad about spending money?!"

"..."

Curacao looked at him speechlessly.

Is this the point?

Of course not.

"That's why I don't understand what father is going to do!" Laurent was a little crazy, and quickly changed his face. It was obvious that those women had no important value in his heart.

"I know that the king of the dark street is difficult to deal with, but with Mr. Wolf around, it's better to leave their affairs to them. Why should we intervene?"

The arrival of Curacao is obviously not that simple... well, that's crap.

Therefore, Laurent intends to delegate power recently.

You can do whatever you want, as long as I am still a collector.

As it turned out, according to the information he sent back from the eyeliner he placed in various countries, "King of the Dark Street" Marlon Brando had a grudge against the legendary dark monster and the recently disappeared supernova "Sekiro" in the killer world. Can you believe it? !

But it is too obvious to intervene in Asia to deploy in South Korea.

It's just a matter of making it clear that the chariots and the king of the dark street are clamoring for war!

Whether it is from the perspective of collectors or simply from the perspective of...a "person".

None of this seemed very sensible to Laurent.

It's not a question of whether you are afraid or not, or whether you can fight well...

It is a rooster that lays eggs, not its work that it does.

It doesn't make sense!

Curacao thinks so too.

After knowing this information, Laurent has asked her to go back and ask if she can get rid of the relationship more than once.

But she refused.

After all, she knows that there is no hatred.

wolf...

It is the grown-up himself!

After thinking about it carefully, Curacao smiled lightly when he noticed Laurent's tentative and cunning eyes with a frantic look on his face.

"Then... it can only be said that my father is old-hearted!"

"Oh?" Sure enough, Laurent put away his expression and narrowed his eyes.

"Is your organization... strong?"

"..."

"Not counting." Curacao shrugged and smiled.

"What? You seem to be expecting something else?"