Focus on driving.
As they passed a large bridge, Yamamoto asked him to stop; after getting out himself, he told his subordinate to drive ahead, as he had something to attend to.
Gokudera Hayato's subordinates had no other redeeming qualities, but being obedient was one of them; no matter how unreasonable the request, he would carry it out.
The Yokohama Bridge was magnificent, the river below was even more eye-catching, with countless excursion boats weaving through it—some fishing, some sightseeing, some transporting goods—all in a lively bustle.
Yamamoto couldn't help but snap some photos, the thought of looking at them and talking about them with Tsuna made him smile involuntarily.
The weather is so nice; it's perfect for eating sushi.
Let's find a shop and eat first.
Gokudera Hayato frowned. What was wrong with this guy? He wanted to eat first, even though it was a matter of extreme urgency!
If he put himself in their shoes and imagined his future colleagues were this unreliable, he would be absolutely furious.
Dazai Osamu acted as if he had caught someone in a lapse, complaining aggrievedly to Mori Ogai, "Mr. Mori, look at them; they can even eat based on the weather. Unlike my miserable life, where I am always notified to work during my rest time. It's not right; I want that kind of treatment too."
Mori Ogai said in a gentle tone, "Of course, as long as Dazai-kun changes his twenty hours of daily rest to twelve hours, I absolutely will not disturb you during your rest time. Can you do that?"
Tch, old men really have no sense of humor.
Dazai-kun, you change your expression far too quickly.
Work hard after you finish eating; you need to get this done early so you can go back and participate in the baseball match.
If you don't finish on time, Gokudera is going to turn into a fire-breathing dragon.
Yamamoto Takeshi walked leisurely, a silver chain shimmering with faint light beneath his low-collar sweatshirt, through which an exquisite gemstone could be vaguely seen.
As he walked, someone rushed over and accidentally bumped into him. The person apologized repeatedly, "I'm so sorry! A family member is sick and in the hospital, so I have to get back quickly. Excuse me!"
Even after that person had walked far away, the sound of the apology could still be heard.
Yamamoto didn't mind and continued walking forward. Suddenly realizing something, he felt around his pocket, only to find it empty as expected. He said with a hint of distress, "This is bad, I don't want to go hungry."
That being said, there wasn't a trace of distress on his face.
Hmm, let me think.. what am I supposed to do at a time like this?
No, seriously, do you have any dignity left as a Vongola Guardian? You actually let someone pickpocket you!
The sword held by Squalo was twitching with a life of its own; yes, nothing was as simple as it seemed, he could tell there was a trick involved.
But can he act a little smarter? He's being really stupid!
On the Yokohama Bridge, a different kind of sight suddenly appeared: a clean-cut, handsome young man sat on the ground. Beside him was a large cardboard box with words written on it: "My wallet was accidentally stolen. I hope kind souls can sponsor me for a meal. I will repay you tenfold once I retrieve my wallet. Thank you very much."
Pedestrians were buzzing with discussion.
There were also kind-hearted people advising him not to scam people here; the people of Yokohama are quite wicked, the place is chaotic, so you won't be able to scam any money this way. With looks as superior as yours, you should just find a sugar mama to live off of.
There were even wealthy women who stopped to whistle, asking Yamamoto Takeshi to go home with them.
Yamamoto rejected them one by one.
After a long while, a pot-bellied man stopped, looking up and down at the cardboard box, then glanced at Yamamoto Takeshi's appearance and clothing, revealing a somewhat calculating smile.
Handsome guy, I can see things haven't been easy for you; I know that no one wants to end up like this if they don't have to. How about this, big brother? I'll be generous today. That necklace hanging around your neck looks quite nice, so I'll buy it for ten thousand.
Oh well, I'll just take a loss once in a while, that long thing on your back, I'll take that too. I'll give you fifteen thousand for both.
This person had actually been observing Yamamoto Takeshi for a long time, finally coming to the conclusion that this man was a fool.
Being a fool is fine, being a fool is wonderful; in that case, he shouldn't blame me for picking up the scraps. Looking at the gemstone faintly visible on Yamamoto's chest, the quality is excellent, truly a priceless treasure; if he buys it now, he'll be making a profit.
Giving the other party some money would be an act of his mercy; the fact that he didn't just rob him outright was already impressive enough for someone in Yokohama.
Yamamoto ignored the other's greedy gaze and politely refused, "I'm sorry, but these are not for sale."
The fat man's expression changed instantly, his kindness turning into malice. "You're ungrateful, aren't you? You might want to find out what kind of place this is. Just be happy with the money I'm giving you, don't force me to use violence."
Whether you agree or not is irrelevant, hand it over!
As he spoke, he reached out his chubby hand to snatch Yamamoto's thing, a hint of joy appearing on his face, his eyes fixed solely on the gemstone that was about to be his.
He's thriving.
His hand was seized by a lean, powerful arm. The fat man broke into a cold sweat and cried out in pain; that hand was so strong, he felt as if his bones were going to break!
Yamamoto still wore a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any goodwill. "As I said, this is not for sale. It seems you need to see an ophthalmologist and an otolaryngologist, sir."
Someone witnessing their farce, a skinny man frowned and approached, "What are you doing? Are you bullying someone?"
That man seemed to want to help the fat man escape Yamamoto's clutches, reaching out directly to grab Yamamoto's arm, a sinister, scheming grin suddenly appearing on his face: "Got you! Die, Vongola!"
Yamamoto threw the fat man away with a backhand motion, drew his longsword wrapped in cloth, with a flash of cold light, sliced off an arm. A bead of blood slid down the blade, splashing onto the ground.
Yamamoto looked down at the person on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of a smile. "Oh my, oh my, I sacrificed so much just to lure you out. How did you know it wasn't me who caught you?"
At some unknown point, not a single person was moving on the bridge, the fat man had also transformed into a youth wearing a purple cloak.
Don't bring me these low-paying jobs in the future. I'll let it slide this time only because of Tsuna, but next time, I'm charging a 30% markup.
Don't say that, Mammon, you're the only one who stays close to me.
Hmph, see you later, kid. I'll leave the rest to you.
Chapter 12: Day 12 of the Live Stream
After watching the video, Bell was the first to grin, revealing his neat teeth. "Hehe, Mammon, you're actually helping others? You've betrayed the boss, haven't you? You have, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, he immediately continued, "I know, you've definitely betrayed him. No need to answer, I'll clear out the traitors on behalf of the boss right now. I guarantee you'll die in peace."
Upon hearing the words, Levi also showed an understanding expression, looking at Mammon with an unpleasant face: "Unforgivable. To think you actually dared to betray the boss, I will clear out the traitor for the boss."
Just thinking about how the boss would surely praise him for getting rid of Mammon, maybe even.. pat his head!
The fantasy scenario was so wonderful that Levi couldn't help but watch Xanxus's face turn red.
It is cute when an eight-year-old blushes, it is shy when an eighteen-year-old blushes, it is romantic when a twenty-eight-year-old blushes. Levi didn't know how old he was, but he looked to be in his thirties or forties, born with a mature face.
At this moment, she looked at Xanxus bashfully, wanting to speak but hesitating, which was truly spine-chilling.
Squalo drew his sword and lunged, while Viper coiled around Levi's neck, driving a knife toward his heart.
Squalo shouted, "What are you doing? That's disgusting!"
Mammon also said, "It looks like something filthy has possessed Levi's body."
Bell's attention shifted away from Mammon: "Hehe, let the Prince help you clean it up, along with your life."
Levi was shocked: "Why are you attacking me? Fine, so you've all betrayed the boss? There's only me left to protect the boss!"
In an instant, he actually became quite resolute; the boss only had him left, he had to hold things together.
Squalo spat, "Are you sick in the head?"
Colonello leaned against Lal's shoulder, rubbing his face against her. "Look at them, they're so lively. Can you advisors outside the door watch them perform every day?"
Lal pushed Colonello away, speechless. "Get away from me. Do you think Varia, the number one assassination squad in the Hidden World, is some circus troupe performing shows? Watch yourself, or they'll come to assassinate you tonight."
Colonello was pushed away, but immediately scrambled back, saying pleasingly, "It's fine, as long as it's not you, Lal, I'm not afraid of anyone."
Wind picked up his tea and blew on it gently. "It seems Mammon's relationship with the Vongola Decimo will be quite good; that child named Sawada Tsunayoshi is a man of great tolerance."
After Mammon finished dealing with Levi, he watched the video motionlessly; it had been a long time since he last saw the scene of someone breaking free from an infant.
Alright, now there are only the two of us left, so we have plenty of time to talk." After seeing Mammon off, Yamamoto crouched down to look at the person on the ground. "You're the one who wants to sabotage Tsuna's plan, aren't you? Are you the leader of the organization?
Skinny looked at him warily, remaining silent.
Oh, it seems not. I have a favor to ask of you, though I don't know if it's possible.
Skinny looked at Yamamoto with the same expression one would use for an idiot, his gaze full of mockery.
Don't look at me like that. I want you to contact your boss and have him come here, or you could just tell me where your boss is, how about that?
Skinny finally couldn't help but speak up: "Pah! You Port Mafia lackeys! You want to see our boss? I'm never telling you, we definitely won't let you succeed. Just wait for your death!"
Yamamoto frowned, Skinny thought he was angry, a mocking smile already beginning to form at the corners of his mouth, but in the next second, he heard Yamamoto say very seriously, "What you said is incorrect. I am not a Port Mafia lackey; I am Tsuna's friend, I belong to Vongola."
He kindly patted Skinny on the shoulder. "It seems your intelligence work isn't quite up to par; remember to change your tune next time."
This person is sick.
Skinny felt a sudden lump catch in his throat.
Is that the problem! Is this legendary Vongola Guardian mentally unstable, or is there something wrong with his IQ? What he wanted to test was something else entirely!
Since time was up, Skinny let out a triumphant smile on his face, though his broken arm was still aching; the combination of smiling and wailing made him look like he was having a seizure.
Yamamoto quickly pulled his hand back and asked with concern, "Are you okay? Do you have any hereditary diseases in your family, or do you have some kind of neurological condition?"
Skinny coughed violently, his eyes glaring fiercely at Yamamoto Takeshi: "Idiot, you're finished. I don't know if you're truly stupid or just acting like it, but you've already fallen under my ability, soon you will walk toward destruction in endless despair."
Hahaha, I don't care if you're Vongola or a Guardian. Let me tell you, nothing works here in my Yokohama. To tell you the truth, my ability is called 'Nightmare.' It will draw out the most desperate thoughts in your heart, forcing you to experience despair over and over again until you finally end your own life.
Yamamoto's vision went dark. He pressed his forehead with one hand; the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was: "Who gave you permission to engage in drug trafficking alongside the Port Mafia? I want to see how you'll maintain your alliance if the Vongola Guardians die in Yokohama."
Hehe, No Longer Human has already been lured away; no one can save you.
Amuro Tooru couldn't hear anything else; he only heard the words "prohibited drugs." If it weren't for their opposing factions, he would have truly given Sawada Tsunayoshi a thumbs up; that was an amazing move.
If all the forces in the Hidden World had such ideas, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.
Vermouth also widened her eyes in surprise, "Did you hear that, Gin? What an extraordinary idea."
Gin sneered, "Without that level of strength, it's nothing more than seeking one's own death."
Amuro Tooru remarked sharply, "They are the number one power in the Hidden World; maybe they actually can."
Gin looked at him coldly, while Amuro Tooru responded with a smile.
Mori Ogai resisted the urge to look around again, but there was still no sign of Sawada Tsunayoshi. He clicked his tongue. "What a shame. To think the Vongola Boss isn't here. If he were, I would definitely have to go and introduce myself.
Yes, Mori Ogai was capable of any evil; he coerced Yekino Akiko, he assassinated the previous boss, he specifically lured Mimic to Yokohama, he had done many bad things, but he wanted Yokohama to prosper.
He loathed the drug trafficking in Yokohama's undercurrents, because once drugs increased, who would come to visit, who would manage public security, wouldn't the money decrease?
He could see the difference between short-term gains and long-term interests, he also wanted to ban drugs, but he had been unable to act due to various pressures. Now that he knew someone shared his goal, he found the Vongola more and more pleasing to the eye.
He found the Vongola pleasant to look at, but he felt no such goodwill toward those who targeted Yamamoto Takeshi.