The rarely seen ability users of the Port Mafia were all mobilized together to capture the intruders.

The chaos of the confrontation, the dazzling lights of abilities, and the amount of public property destroyed—Mori refused to recall it. He just needed to know that the wool comes from the sheep’s back, and later he could figure out a way to shear the king of the sheep bald.

And the other person?

Hyakki was protected by Natsume Soseki, who had specifically instructed not to corrupt his disciple.

In the end, none of the Port Mafia members were injured. While Nakahara and Hyakki were being restrained by the ability users, the spatial ability user and prospective cadre, Ranpo, seized the opportunity to capture both. Extremely sensitive to cold, Mr. Ranpo stood behind two chairs, with Nakahara on his left and Hyakki on his right, using his spatial power to isolate them from the outside world.

In the boss’s office, Nakahara couldn’t move for the first time; unable to touch anything, he couldn’t manipulate gravity. Still possessing Corruption as his trump card, he was full of danger and anxiously looked at the struggling Hyakki: “Hyakki! Stop struggling, it’s space power!”

“I warn you, if you hurt him, I won’t forgive you!”

Nakahara concerned most about Hyakki’s safety, he angrily turned and said.

Ranpo, with cold sweat on his forehead, gently said, “I’ve done my best not to harm him.” The long-haired young man in winter attire looked towards Mori, who was calmly sitting behind his desk, and addressed him, “Boss.”

Mori smiled and said, “Release them. Nakahara and I are quite acquainted.”

Nakahara’s angry expression eased.

Ranpo, worriedly eyeing Hyakki who was resisting like a wild beast, showed no regard for Mori’s command, “Their powers are formidable. Personally, I don’t recommend lifting the restraints.”

Mori replied, “No matter.”

With that said, Ranpo retracted his spatial ability, bowed, and stepped back.

Freed from his restraints, Nakahara jumped from his chair to check on Hyakki, feeling relieved only after confirming that Hyakki’s prosthetics and illusions were intact. He would have felt guilty for life if anything had happened, as it was him who brought Hyakki to the Port Mafia headquarters, never expecting to encounter a nemesis with spatial powers.

After the golden glow of the abilities faded, Hyakki calmed down, sitting quietly in the chair without the combativeness Ranpo had anticipated. Nakahara, puzzled, looked at Mori with suspicion: could it be that he wasn’t a bad guy?

Hyakki faced his future father-in-law, covered in darkness and red light.

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Mori was pleased that the two had given face by not causing a brawl in the boss’s office.

“I’m here as you summoned.”

The office door was pushed open from the outside, and a sickly-looking young man in a black suit walked in, his face gloomy. He glanced briefly at Hyakki and Nakahara before focusing his ire on Mori.

“Mr. Mori.”

“Do you really want me to participate in such a boring task?”

Ranpo, who was being ignored, lowered his gaze to the floor and inadvertently glanced at Nakahara.

Hyakki’s power leaned more towards pure physical combat and swordsmanship. Despite having a faint force within him that could counteract abilities, it wasn’t too extraordinary. In contrast, Nakahara’s power was far more intriguing.

The… dark red power from Lankotsu Street…

Mori hadn’t finished speaking when Nakahara exploded, “You still have the nerve to talk!”

The orange-haired boy grabbed Hyakki’s shoulder, angrily cursing Dazai, “Damn Dazai, didn’t you claim he was your puppet? I don’t care what you think, since you’ve taken him in, be responsible! Do you know he’s been waiting for you to come back this whole time!”

Dazai, with drooping eyelids, muttered, “So annoying.”

His fever hadn’t subsided, and he had just gotten out of bed only to hear this shorty cursing.

“Mr. Mori, if there’s nothing else, may I return to rest? My vacation isn’t over yet,” Dazai said, exuding a scoundrel’s aura. Nakahara instinctively clenched his fists, ready to fulfill his promise to smash Dororo’s skull against the wall.

Mori sighed, “Dazai, Hyakki is right there.”

Dazai controlled himself not to look at Hyakki, his expression indifferent, “Oh, I see him.”

Nakahara’s killing intent intensified.

Mori tried to mediate, “Nakahara, you can’t blame Dazai for this. Haven’t you noticed that Hyakki is particularly quiet today? Normally, he would have gone looking for Dazai by now.”

Nakahara was taken aback by his words. Indeed, why wasn’t the usually eager Hyakki reacting?

“Hey, Dazai is right in front of you.”

He pushed Hyakki slightly.

Hyakki gave him a confused and bewildered look, not understanding why he was being pushed.

“Dororo…”

【Where is my Dororo?】

Nakahara’s blood ran cold, disbelievingly looking back and forth between Hyakki and Dazai. The two who usually walked closely together now seemed like strangers—one sitting in a chair, indifferent, and the other standing on the carpet, keeping a distance, as if they didn’t know each other at all.

Soon, Nakahara’s mind caught up: “Is it because of the destruction of GSS?”

His eyes sharpened as he stared directly at Dazai, “You didn’t kill anyone, but you orchestrated the whole thing! Hyakki doesn’t recognize you anymore because, in his eyes, you’re no longer the person you used to be!”

Dazai remained indifferent.

Nakahara let out a heavy sigh, removing his hand from Hyakki’s shoulder.

“Karma.”

“Dazai, even you have days like this…”

He let out a mocking laugh, finally understanding the aftermath of capturing Dazai half a month ago. This scheming guy had been driven away by Hyakki and had no way to reunite with him.

The words were harsh, but Dazai acted as if he hadn’t heard them.

Mori watched this scene with a smile, releasing his intertwined fingers, “Ranpo, you may leave.”

Ranpo looked up, “Boss?”

Realizing that his tolerance in Mori’s eyes had diminished, Ranpo understood that the boss didn’t want him to hear what would happen next. Without another word, he bowed and left.

As the door to the office closed, silence engulfed the spacious room. The atmosphere was tense, with Hyakki, the most innocent, becoming the focal point. Mori stood up, breaking the silence, and walked over to Hyakki. Nakahara’s muscles tensed, ready to defend against Mori while also guarding against Hyakki suddenly lashing out. If Hyakki injured the boss of the Port Mafia, the situation would become uncontrollable.

“There’s no need to worry, Nakahara,” Mori said, accepting the subconscious protection with a smile.

In front of Nakahara and Dazai, whose eyes were twitching, Mori placed his hand on Hyakki’s head and patted it gently.

“It’s alright, Hyakki won’t harm me.”

For Dazai’s sake.

“Hyakki, I’m Mori, the one providing you with supplies and shelter. Do you remember me?”

Mori said, trying to gain favor with Nakahara. Hyakki indeed didn’t resist, though he uncomfortably tried to dodge Mori’s hand. The powerful but incomplete young man didn’t sense any malice from him.

Dazai: “…”

Don’t get angry, don’t get angry; this is Mori-san’s usual tactic.

So frustrating.

The Hyakki he raised was practically being claimed as Mori-san’s, and that shorty with his sharp instincts, just like Hyakki, was completely fooled, not even considering why Mori-san would do something seemingly pointless!

Nakahara spoke with a sense of understanding, “That clinic belongs to you, doesn’t it?”

Mori nodded, without a trace of guilt, praising the two: “Dazai and Hyakki are both good children. One is clever and witty, the other is obedient and understanding. Although Dazai sometimes does things that are hard to comprehend, I believe that with Hyakki’s company, even some absurd behaviors will be restrained.”

Dazai looked utterly disgusted.

Nakahara felt a slight toothache: “I can believe you saying Hyakki is good, but Dazai is just a bastard!”

“You have a deep misunderstanding of Dazai in this aspect,” Mori explained. “If Dazai were a completely bad child, he wouldn’t be accepted by Hyakki…”

Dazai interrupted Mori: “Please don’t say such things in front of me.”

He glanced sideways at the man whose hairline was receding.

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