The silver-gray Honda sedan left Haneda Airport and headed straight for a gym called Ohara Karate in the northwest of Ota Ward.

Wang Ping has given up picking locks.

Knowledge is not enough, common sense is made up. From the time the car departed to now, even at the minimum speed, it is far away from the airport. Even if he went out, it would be difficult to find Gu Laosan in a short time with the length of his legs.

Besides, he didn't know where Gu Laosan's family was now, instead of wandering the streets of Tokyo, it was better to sit and wait for Gu Laosan to come and find him. By the way, let's see who is so bold and dares to pull the hair on Tai Sui's head.

"Kidnap me? hum~"

A pair of oily night vision eyes lit up in the trunk, and he looked left and right at the debris around him, and then fished out an iron baseball bat from under several cardboard boxes.

After about 40 minutes, Wang Ping felt the speed of the car start to slow down and turned to the right. After another 5 minutes, the car stopped, and there was a shout in Japanese outside the car.

Wang Ping turned around and looked outside the trunk while grabbing the bat. Wait, whoever opens the trunk wants him to look good.

However, after waiting for a while, the trunk did not open, and the car was started again. By the sound, it felt like he was turning into a garage.

At this time, in the gym across the wall, there were more than a dozen young people wearing Taoist uniforms practicing piling in the small courtyard.

On the northeast side of the courtyard is an antique Japanese-style attic. A middle-aged man in a navy blue samurai suit sits cross-legged on the wooden steps under the eaves of the attic. A small bamboo table was placed next to the man, and a girl in a black kimono knelt beside him, making tea slowly.

On the west side of the courtyard, the back door of the garage near the gate slowly rose, and a burly man in a black T-shirt trotted out of it, his bald head glowing in the sun, like a light bulb that suddenly lit up.

"Boss, I brought you the badger!"

The big man shouted while bypassing the people who were practicing, and before he could reach the attic, he was stopped by the man on the opposite side who raised his hand and stood in place.

"Baga! How many times have you said it, call me Master here! I don't know, you still think I'm an underworld!"

After teaching the other party a lesson with a dark face, the man glanced at the half-brewed tea, sighed, and walked straight to the garage.

"Hayi, Master!"

The bald man bent down in place, but he was secretly slandered in his heart.

If you beep your teeth, it's obviously the underworld, what dare you not admit it, and why don't you break the law.

The man walked into the garage with his hands behind his back, raised his hand and pointed to the trunk, and said curiously: "Open! I see, what is the animal that someone is going to kill for 20,000 dollars?"

"Hello!"

The big man who came back behind him waved his hand, and one of the two "flower-armed boys" standing next to the car hurriedly stepped forward to open the trunk.

I don't know if a badger stabbed the hook when he tried to pick the lock inside, or if the car was unreliable, the young man was tinkering with the key and switch for a long time, and he didn't open it.

"What a crap!"

Seeing that the master frowned, the big man scolded and stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked the young man aside.

“tui！”

With a sip in the palm of his hand, the big man rubbed his hands, punched twice at the keyhole, and then lifted it violently.

"Bang!"

The cylinder in the lock was ripped out and fell to the ground, and the trunk rose with it.

"Isn't this just open!"

Glaring at a young man, as soon as the big man turned his head, a silver baseball bat suddenly enlarged in front of him.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the bald man fell down without snorting.

"Nani!"

"Yaga!"

"Yuzu to the contest!"

The screams sounded, some of Wang Ping understood, some of them didn't. But it didn't matter, he was happy with the results.

Mao's face was raised, and the sunlight outside the garage was a little dazzling, which made Wang Ping's eyes narrow.

After spending a week in a cage in the quarantine area, seeing the green cherry blossoms in the yard again, and smelling the warm smell of the sun, I inexplicably felt like I was in a different world.

"It's ...... The taste of freedom~"

But the sun was soon blocked. The group of young men in Taoist uniforms in the courtyard all gathered around when they heard the noise, and after a while, the small garage door was tightly blocked.

"Bang! bang!"

On the other side, the greasy middle-aged uncle in a blue samurai suit with a chopstick stuck in the back of his head clapped his hands, and his face was full of admiration.

"Si Guoyi!"

"Whew... Why is this scene so familiar?"

Wang Ping frowned and looked at the guy who was eager to try on the other side, his eyes fell on the clothes, and he showed a sudden look.

He once watched a movie where a guy named Chen Zhen likes to beat people dressed like this in front of the camera, and he still beats him by a dozen.

"Be careful......

The middle-aged man's words made many apprentices look awe-inspired. The animals that can knock down their senior brother with a stick are afraid that they will not be easy to deal with. At this time, the second half of the man's words almost made everyone angry.

"Don't hurt it! Catch it alive! Lao Tzu can count on it to make money!"

Seeing that the two people in front of him were suddenly much more cautious, pretending to be harmless to humans and animals approaching the trunk, Wang Pingmao's mouth hooked, and he suddenly smiled at one of the guys.

The other party's eyes lit up, and there was a door in the secret passage. Just as the smile crept up on his face, he saw the chubby furry figure suddenly jump, and the baseball bat was picked up fiercely.

"Tremble, mortal!"

"Uhh

Screams flew out with a few bloody teeth. Immediately afterward, shouts and screams rang out, mixed with the sound of sticks hitting the body.

Outside the gate of the gym, the two black-clothed young men guarding the door listened to the voices in the garage, glanced at each other, and shrugged their shoulders indifferently.

This kind of sound is heard here every few days, and even passers-by are not surprised.

Under the bright sun, a figure in a blue samurai uniform ran back to the small courtyard in embarrassment, wiped the nosebleed on his face, and hurriedly snatched a wooden sword in his hand.

The sound of "boom" came, and Wang Ping dragged the blood-stained baseball bat and walked out of the garage. There was a circle of people lying behind him, either covering their faces or hugging their legs. There were less than five who could still stand up, and all of them scattered and hid far away at this time.

"Hah

Seeing that in the courtyard, the middle-aged man put on a posture and rushed over with a wooden sword, Wang Ping sneered, closed his gaze at the small courtyard, tilted his head and waited in place.

Three seconds later, with a muffled "bang", the man covered his chin and quickly retreated.

"There is no one who can fight, spicy chicken!"

Raising his claws and throwing the bat, Wang Ping tilted his head and looked around, and then it was a pleasure.

On the wooden steps on the left-hand side, a woman in black with a delicate face was looking at him with a look of surprise. On the small wooden table in front of her, there was also a tea set, bubbling with mist. When he saw him, he shrank back as if he was frightened.

"The man is very average, but the girl is not bad!"

Wang Ping didn't know what kind of mentality he was in at this moment, and suddenly the idea of mischief arose. He stretched out his two little black claws and ran over in a begging posture.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, I won't beat you!"

"Fangzi be careful!

There was an exclamation from a middle-aged man in the courtyard, and I don't know if his teeth were falling out, and his speech was a little leaky.

But then, I saw the badger running in front of Fangzi, its bloody claws and hairy face rubbing against her clothes, but there was no more movement.

The eyes of everyone in the yard almost fell out, do the little animals in this year look at their faces like this?

The man held his breath and was about to quietly approach. I saw that Fangzi seemed to tentatively touch the head of a certain badger, and then the corners of his mouth hooked, and the jade hand slowly reached for his neck, and at a certain moment, suddenly twisted fiercely.

"Balls!"

The man exclaimed.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the chubby little animal's neck was instantly folded into a diagonal sound.