"Would the next group of viewers please enter-"
"Protect the Tenth!"
"Huh? Where are we?"
"Reborn, prepare to die-"
"Kufufu... Reborn, die—"
"I'll bite you all to death for crowding!"
"Oh my, how interesting."
"Scum-"
"Bastard boss!"
The new group of viewers arrived complete with their own sound effects. The scene was utter chaos, accompanied by the sounds of people fighting and others trying to break them up.
"So noisy." Osamu Dazai covered his ears and rolled his eyes. Where had these pests crawled out from now? Well, they were definitely here to fight him over Yiyi again. Annoying.
After all, anyone brought here to watch had to be involved—someone connected to An Xinyi. Could they possibly resist fighting him over Yiyi? Ha. Osamu Dazai could figure out with his toes that that was impossible.
Ranpo Edogawa adjusted the glasses he had just put on and asked, "Why is the Italian Mafia's godfather a middle schooler? And why are almost all the senior officers Japanese?" Even the author would probably struggle to answer such existential questions...
Wait, the Italian Mafia's godfather? Everyone instinctively looked toward the group... Huh...
Mori Ougai rested his chin on both hands, his violet-red eyes dark and unreadable, giving no indication that he was rather baffled himself. After all, Italy was the birthplace of the Mafia, which spoke volumes about their standing. An Italian godfather would command far greater power than the Port Mafia. Yet not one of them looked reliable at first glance. Who exactly was their leader?
Apart from Ranpo Edogawa and Ayatsuji Yukito, everyone began brainstorming. Without exception, however, they overlooked a certain timid-looking, brown-haired boy who was desperately trying to break up the fighting, only to get shoved back and forth. Well, he just looked too useless.
Then a baby in a