[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

Chapter 5 Upcoming Journey to Japan!

"How did you use everything I taught you?"

"He's been on missions lately, as if he's hiding from me..."

"Then go find him~"

"Find him? Where can I find him?"

"People say so much, use your own brain."

"Senior Luce..."

Chris was sitting upright, holding a cup of hot drink in both hands, watching Luslia play with his collection with great interest, waiting for the answer with a begging look on his face.

"Forget it, people really can't do anything about you. Go to Mamon and try your luck!"

Lusilia raised her finger at the orchid, and pointed to the door in distaste, obviously to let him stop disturbing her good mood.

"Thank you, Senior Luz, for your hospitality!"

Satisfied, Chris put down his glass and hurried out.

Marmon?Where is Mamon?

He was muttering words, and he searched back and forth from the hall to the second floor but didn't meet him, but unfortunately bumped into a plague god.

XANXUS.

When "rivals in love" meet, it's natural for enemies to have a narrow road - at least Chris thinks so.

The person on the opposite side obviously didn't take him seriously, and walked past him with a haughty look.

"Hey!" Chris watched him go farther and farther, suddenly burst into courage, and shouted loudly: "One day I will beat you!"

Then snatch Squalo in a fair manner!

An ant-like existence naturally did not arouse XANXUS's interest, his gloomy eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and no waves arose for it.

"This is my oath!"

Chris felt very happy after saying what he had held in his heart for a long time.For the first time in his life, he was so disgusted with a person, not only because of Squalo, but probably because of his natural aura.

I don't know which word offended XANXUS, he stopped abruptly, turned his head and stared indifferently at the bold guy in front of him, his hoarse voice echoed in the hall.

"Garbage, save it and go to hell to talk to the god of death!"

"boom--"

Chris had drawn out his sword a long time ago, and the next second he felt the overwhelming terrifying murderous aura rushing over with that bullet.

Holding the sword in both hands, he slashed horizontally, and the menacing sword glow rushed forward and collided with the aftermath of the bullets, making a huge crit sound when the two collided.

Before Chris could heave a sigh of relief, the bullet seemed to be unaffected, breaking through the sword light and flying over unstoppably, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

hateful!

There was no time to think of a countermeasure, so Chris simply gritted his teeth and used an unfamiliar move.He swung his sword suddenly, and with the momentum of Wan Fu Mo Kai, he directly slashed at the bullet!

There was a bang in the hall, and Chris was lifted up by the impact and rolled back twice. In a hurry, he inserted his sword directly into the gap in the floor to stabilize himself.

He took a few short breaths, feeling his body was burning hot, and looked down to find that there were several bloody wounds on his body, which stained his white shirt dark red.

XANXUS was surprised that he was able to escape this blow, knowing that Chris couldn't even move under his pressure a few months ago.

The scarlet eyes glanced thoughtfully, and retracted the gun.

The lingering smoke dissipated slowly, revealing XANXUS's receding back indistinctly.

Chris froze for a moment, he didn't expect him to let him go so easily, just about to stand up, the dislocated arm was already tilted to the side disobediently.

"it hurts!"

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and the wounds all over his body hurt as soon as he relaxed, so that he just bared his teeth and screamed in pain.

"Tsk tsk, what a guts."

A voice that didn't fluctuate suddenly rang in his ears, and Mamon, who had been watching for an unknown amount of time, jumped to his side, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was praise or sarcasm.

"Mamon?"

"It's impolite."

Mamon stretched out his small hand that still had a dimple, and accurately poked Chris's wound hard. It was no surprise that he screamed out with a pale face, and then showed a vengeful arc of satisfaction.

"Are you looking for me?"

Hearing this sentence, Chris remembered his original intention.Regardless of the fact that he was still injured, he hurriedly asked, "Mamon... Senior, do you know where Squalo is?"

Mamun didn't answer his question, but looked him up and down with his eyes covered under the soft hat, and made a cool sound.

"Do you have money."

"……money?"

There is a sky-high inheritance in his card, which includes all property and insurance company compensation, but he never had the idea of ​​using the money.However, since I came here, the living conditions are good, and I don't need money if I don't go out.

So... now he can be regarded as a pauper with nothing.

Chris's eyes flickered for a while, and he said: "I have no money..."

"What a waste of time."

Mamun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and left quickly.

"Hey wait!"

With both arms dislocated, there was no way to stop Mamon, so Chris jumped on it.

"Pfft!"

The Mamon in front of him instantly turned into a phantom, he was caught off guard and fell to the ground, bleeding from the wound he was pressed on, and all the cells in his body were screaming in pain.

Chris: "...T^T"

Actually said to go away...

Forget it.

There is no way to find Squalo in this state, so let's recuperate obediently for the time being.

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It was evening when Squalo came back.

He pushed open the door, but saw an unexpected visitor.

The blackout curtains were pulled open, and the sunlight coming in from the window made the room shrouded in a hazy halo. The black-haired boy curled up in a chair and was sound asleep.

He who was asleep was not as active as when he was awake, his eyes were closed and he looked very peaceful, his lips were unconsciously half-opened, and his white and tender cheeks were flushed.

Squalo deliberately restrained his breath, and the sound of footsteps was barely audible.He took off his coat and wanted to put it on Chris lightly.

Chris woke up anyway.

He blinked his eyes, his lake-blue eyes were clouded, and he slowly regained his spirit.

"Squalo!"

The clear voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, he grabbed his jacket and jumped off the chair, "You're finally back!"

"Ah."

Squalo responded, took the coat and put it on the chair.He stood by the window, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, his expression became gloomy.

The warm sunlight fell on his body, and his tall and straight figure became more and more broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted.

After a while, Squalo pulled the curtains in a snap, and the room suddenly became much darker.He turned his gaze back, and the deep voice in the darkness carried a cold killing intent, which surprised Chris.

"Next week, I'm going to Japan."

Looks like it's going to be windy.

Chris didn't know their actions, but he didn't need to ask more. He only knew that everyone was in a hurry recently, as if they were planning something big.

It wasn't until sitting on the private jet that the restless Lusilia gave a rough overview of the whole plan.

XANXUS he...

Chris secretly glanced at someone who was still resting with his eyes closed. He only thought that this person was usually taciturn and a little grumpy, but he didn't expect that he was actually ambitious.

It's really incomprehensible, as the boss of Balian Zhili's assassination unit, he is already considered powerful, why would he commit a dangerous conspiracy with such a noble status?

What's more, isn't Kudaime his father?

He just felt that he couldn't understand this man more and more, and the cold face with hideous scars under the black hair became a mystery, as if there was some unknown past.

It's just that now I am also deeply imprisoned, and I can't get out.

Chris knew that what they planned might hurt some innocent people, but he was about to participate in it and become a member of the "rebel".

It's something you can't help but choose.

Since they chose to follow Squalo to Balian, no matter right or wrong, they should advance and retreat together.

Thinking of this, Chris's depressed mood improved a lot. He held down the hilt of his sword and looked quietly at the blue sky outside the window.

……

A certain pure-hearted Sao Nian probably forgot one thing.

Of the mafia in the entire cabin, he is the only one who can't speak Japanese.

Gee.

Sure enough, it was too simple.