The owner of the sushi is not Sano.

Therefore, seeing the yellow hair, Sano didn't even bother to say hello.

Because it's not polite after the fight, it feels weird.

In particular, Sano still doesn't know what the relationship between Maoriran and Yellow Mao is.

That's all that matters.

Sano will pull the little girl in at the beginning, as if he is cheeky.

That's because Sano knew that even if he didn't say it, Moriran would still do it.

“…… Brother, what's wrong with you, are you in a bad mood? ”

The strangeness of the yellow hair is obvious, and he almost writes the words "something on his mind" on his face.

Needless to say, Moriran and Conan are not children anymore.

Huang Mao didn't say it, naturally no one would take the initiative to poke his sore spot - except for real children.

And Huang Mao said a perfunctory sentence a little impatiently.

The little girl thought that the two were very good friends, so she naturally continued to ask.

As a result, he was scolded by Huang Mao, who was emotionally out of control.

"Who are you talking to?"

Sano is not used to yellow hair, so he just stepped on it.

This also allowed Huang Mao to find an outlet.

The little girl is a child after all, no matter how emotionally Huang Mao loses control.

It is also impossible to say that it is hands-on.

But Sano's is different.

Huang Mao got up and punched Sano's face.

In the exclamation, Sano dodged the yellow-haired fist and slapped it with his backhand.

"Senior, stop fighting!"

Mao Lilan didn't expect to be able to fight at dinner, so he hurriedly wanted to fight.

But before Mao Lilan could make a move, Gao Xia had already made a judgment.

Huang Mao's mentality has collapsed, and he doesn't know how long he hasn't eaten or slept at home.

The whole person is so weak that ants can fall over the shoulder.

Sano didn't exert much force, so the kid collapsed on the ground.

"You bastard......"

Yellowhair's eyes were red and he tried to get up and fight again.

"I don't care what grievances you have suffered, I want to sprinkle it and go home."

Sano looked down at Huang Mao with cold eyes.

Huang Mao gritted his teeth and asked, "Let me ask you, do you know what the boss's situation is now?" ”

…… Boss, black death?

The two Maori Lan Conan smelled the gossip and blinked curiously.

Well......

Sano raised his eyebrows, although it was not clear, he probably said something that Huang Mao was talking about.

"I know."

"Now that you know, then why can you still eat happily like this, aren't you very good friends, aren't you worried at all?"

Huang Mao suddenly fell silent again, holding his head self-deprecatingly, and tears began to flow.

"Yes, after all, it's none of your business, I'm the culprit, it's me who caused the boss to lose a hand, it's all my fault......"

Under the yellow hair's humming, Mao Lilan and Conan, who originally felt that the manly husband was bleeding without tears, caused the strange faces to change immediately.

Black death, lost a hand?

How so?

What kind of situation did such a guy encounter to suffer such a big loss?

In the hearts of the two Conans.

Although the image of the Black Death cannot really be said to be invincible, it is not much worse.

At least in Conan's opinion, unless it is a humanoid self-propelled battery like Rye, it is only possible for dozens or hundreds of superprofessionals who are fully armed and have large firepower and heavy weapons to make it impossible to even run.

What kind of terrorist forces is that guy dealing with?

In a trance, Conan was shocked by a detail.

Huang Mao said that he was the second-in-command of the Black Death, but now he is crying like a child.

At the end of the day, isn't Huang Mao just a child?

The Black Grim Reaper is nothing more than a bad organization, and it's full of bad teenagers.

Teenagers, teenagers.

They were all high school students, that is, they were about the same age as Conan.

This is true of yellow hair, and the same is true of black death.

A group of children need to walk on the edge of black and white all day long, walking on the tip of a knife.

This is supposed to be what Neon's officials should do.

As a result, it is now necessary to let such a group of people take on the burden.

Conan couldn't help but be a little confused for a while, what's wrong with this world?

…… Sano, of course, is also aware of this limitation.

But the Black Grim Reaper is no longer just a bad organization, and Huang Mao, as the second-in-command, can't just be an ordinary bad boy.

Sano still looked down coldly, without the slightest mood swing.

"First, I'm not familiar with Black Death, it doesn't matter how he does to me, second, the killer is always killed, from the time he walked on this road, he was ready for all situations, not to mention losing his hand, just losing his head, that's not surprising, it's you."

"It doesn't seem that you are prepared for this, even if you are not mature enough, you are still crying like a child, if you don't have this awareness, I advise you to abdicate as soon as possible, and continue to play your bad boy house, maybe it will be better."

Speaking of this, Sano's voice paused, and he still added.

"Instead of feeling sorry for yourself here, I think you might as well think about how you can avoid something like this from happening again in the future."

At the front, the yellow-haired eyes are gradually becoming gray.

Obviously, I understand what Sano means.

But if there is depreciation, there should be praise, and a slap to a piece of candy can be regarded as a balance of yin and yang.

Although Sano, that can't be considered sugar at all.

But at least the effect is the same.

Let Huang Mao calm down first, that is, dispel the fog, and then give a direction.

As for whether Huang Mao can reach the end in the future, it depends on him.

"I see, thanks."

Huang Mao got up and thanked Sano, apologized to the little girl, and left quickly.

And Sano looked at the back of the yellow hair - forget it, let's tell this kid that it is actually more convenient to take a taxi than to run on two legs.

Sano ignored the curious Conan and the two, and left without even saying hello, which made the two of them itch even more.

The two were genuinely curious.

What happened over there in Black Death, and what's going on now.

You can look at Sano's appearance like this, and judging from his earlier experience.

Both of them knew it well, even if Sano knew.

There is a high probability that the question will only be ignored or perfunctory.

Looking at Sano's back downstairs, Conan suddenly had a guess in his heart.

…… Could it be that Sano didn't really know what was going on, and after this wave of yellow hair, he realized that he had missed an important situation and went to find the black dead?

Why don't you go along and have a look?

When I came back to my senses, I saw that Sano's figure was gone.

Yes, I can't keep up with it.

Inside an internet café.

Sano, who switched the vest, quickly boarded a website and opened one.

Group.

That's right, it's a chat group.

…… The technological level of this world has developed a little faster than Sanno expected.

In the early days, the brain computer could only play boring games such as minesweeper.

Later, it went further and has been able to provide office functions for many ordinary people.

Now it's almost the same as the Internet development period of Sano's previous life.

The same is true for mobile phones, and even smartphones seem to have come out.

I just don't know if if you can use these things that can only be used on computers on weekdays if you change to that kind of smart phone.

…… Forget it.

Sano came to the Internet café specifically, but he was worried about being hacked and something was done.