The next morning I visited the man next door and paid him to apologize, but the man next door just trembled and had no further reaction. I have no choice but to put the money aside and head to the organization's office.
Uber of the four leaves is a medium-sized tissue, but it is positioned such as above the inside, and has quite a lot of tissue entry and constituent numbers.
"Liao Er, this is Yo Yo"
"Oh."
"Liao Er, yesterday you are tired. He said he'd taken out a bunch of little elephants again."
"Oh."
Me smiling and greeting the lower end of the spectrum with a bad but unfathomable reply. I dragged on about yesterday, and I'm not in a good mood.
"It's no exaggeration to say that we owe it to Liao Er."
"Oh, blah, blah, blah, blah. If Liao Er hadn't been here, our organization would have made quite a sacrifice,"
Lower end synchronous guys will fool me, but I can't get better with that. He's a very annoying, eight-handedly threatening neighbor on the street, not even awesome. I don't know what these guys would think if they found that out...
"You guys don't mess around with him too much."
A magnificent little man appears with an abominable dami voice. It's Hino, one of the executives. It is essentially a man located at number 2 of Uber in Four Leaves.
"How many times do you think this guy's been in shape?"
"Don't listen to me."
I sat back in my chair and looked up at Hino, who looked down at me with his feet thrown at the table, and I uttered an evil voice.
"I've never been a jerk in my way. Normally, I'm a jerk."
"Either way, I wouldn't turn into a guy with a lot of hema, though. How much do you think I wiped that ass?"
"I don't remember telling you to wipe my ass, do I?
"Ho, let people take care of you and burn you."
This interaction with Hino is already a daily staple.
Hino's point is that everyone in the organization spoils me, so I'm the only one who treats me harshly and balances, but I think this guy likes root novels, not just to me, but to the other constituents, even to the boss.
This man called Hino, even though he was originally an elite businessman, has a heterogeneous background of dropping out onto the back street. Many words and actions put that on your nose. But you can only call yourself an elite, and you are competent. There is no such thing as work, and I always look at visions two or three steps ahead of others.
"No, I'll undo that one now"
"Hmm?"
Hino surprised by my words. I'm not in the mood for a verbal fight today, and let's be humble for a while. Yesterday's neighbor raid is under way.
It's my bad habit to be prone to cuts, but I leave it to anger to act and the result is mostly not. Of course, it's not just a matter of anger, but when it comes to acting with certainty, I don't regret it.
"Well, maybe I can compliment you on your recent work."
I broke it, and Hino seems to be going crazy, and with his nose on his head, he mouths a dialogue that's not even in the pattern.
"Release Xiao Xiao is left to be hit by Liao Er, but I'm sure he'll fight back a lot."
said a member of the sync.
"Even before, that organization was in conflict with another, and that happened. Well, I didn't solve it on my own, but they're way above us in terms of financial resources and number of constituents, and they're obsessive, and they don't pull. You better not be alarmed."
"I'm not alarmed. You don't have to be alarmed, you're just a jerk."
I joke about it, but I can't joke about it.
Don't be alarmed, people are failing creatures. It's designed by a shitty god to fail. Why not? Was that more godly? I'm not funny at all. Death to God.
Finally, there are many cases of force majeure, and I don't care about that either. As a result, the irrationality of a world that becomes unhappy. Is that funny? I'm not funny. Death to God.
"Released elephants are a typical, greedy, enemie-making type of foolish organization. That makes me think I'm a ninja-man from the old Polar system. At the mercy of an unrestrained greedy rabid dog."
Hino throws up. I've done some of those organizations before, I've made them grow up, I've driven them away, I've totally banished them.
They boil regularly. The Released Kid is the worst of them all, and also the size of the organization.
"But they will perish. Even that big organization's japanese authority, thanks to the greedy Bonkla Second Generation, was left in reverse by the organization that tried to absorb it, and the Bonkla Second Generation was chased after the boss's seat. I wonder if God is watching and giving me heavenly punishment."
He was a synchronous constituent bringing up a painful case, but one last word is superfluous. That guy is just a shithead with a bad intent. He's a bastard with twisted sexual roots who created a world for people to suffer.
"Hey, you guys. Oh, hey."
"Boss, you're right."
"Oh, my goodness."
The boss appears and the constituents bow their heads simultaneously. I just sat back and forth. By the way, this organization is united by the boss's intention to greet you.
The boss's name is Tatsugoro Inaguchi. I'm probably in my fifties, but I'm getting good old and blonde. I always wear an Aloha shirt for some reason. Character is bright and luxurious. Even though it is somewhat outrageous.
I was picked up by this old man - saved, and I'm here now. Benefits are limitless.
"Hey, Liao Er. Still doing a good job, dude."
You don't say hello. You come to me, and your old man speaks bright. I've always called my boss an old man.
"You did a good job, and Hino scolds me. You're not in good shape, but you're not in good shape."
"I didn't scold you."
To my words, Hino argues in tannic terms.
"Thanks to Liao Er's hard work, it looks like you're coming on another route over there, too, huh?
Hip down on the table where I keep my legs and the old man says in a meaningful tone.
"What is another route?
Hino asks.
"From now on, we have peace talks with the elephants."
"What?"
Me accidentally raising my voice to the old man's unleashed words. The other constituents also look at what it is.
"That's abrupt."
I say.
"They signed up for it. It's not abrupt. I guess he decided he didn't want to make any more sacrifices to the boulders."
And, old man.
"If you don't want to make a sacrifice, you're talking about retreating. Without that, what do you mean by peace talks?"
Finally, it means we haven't given up drug sales on the bedding streets yet.
"I've applied for a peace talks, not a peace talks, there's a peace talks, you know, but I mean, did you take it?
Hino asked. Oh...... if you ask me. Right. Doesn't that mean the old man has a premise to take from the start?
"You'll end up with a farce anyway, but I tried because it's funny. Do you have any interest in what kind of rhetoric they want?
said the old man with a slight laugh. Bad people do it. So you're just going to make fun of yourself, and you're not at all willing to talk about it at the moment.
Well, that's obvious. There's nothing we can do about it. I persevere in releasing the traffickers, the assassins, the little elephants, even though I unilaterally retreat, there's no peace talks, no shit.
"He could be setting a trap."
And me.
"We have designated Tasmanian Devils in neutral areas. He said it was up to two people to accompany him."
My old man said to me. The two of them must be Hino and me.
"That sure doesn't sound interesting. Is the other boss coming?"
"Oh, Kokanai Naoto is here. Top of the line. Liao Er by the way ~"
The old man makes a cat stroke. I have a bad feeling... Is that the story again?
"It's a pageant with our daughter. My daughter has a crush on me."
"That's why he refused."
Me rejecting an old man who happily talks to me, probably with a disgusting face in his heart.
"Does anyone say no without even looking at his face? You've said many times that you're a pretty girl, just like me."
"It's amazing not to show that face - isn't it an anxiety element? You should at least show your face first."
At a point where you look a lot like an old man, you must be desperate.
"That's for a surprise, I wouldn't dare show it to you. I'll love it at a glance."
Yeah, I don't believe it at all. It's a trap, no matter what you think. It's such a trap that there's obviously a ground of different colors in front of you, and before that stands a placard saying, 'There's no pitfalls ahead'.
"If you say no too much, I'll order you as my boss. Matchmaking Orders"
"Try it, we're out of the organization."
It's not my pattern to make a match in the first place, and I definitely don't want to do that.