Rest room.

Sitting in his position, Yang Ming leaned against the backrest with his eyes closed..... The comfortable air conditioning made him fall asleep in a daze.

In front of the door of the rest room, a man in a black windbreaker gradually approached Yang Ming. The cuff, a steel needle with anesthesia, aimed at Yang Ming's neck!

Just as the man in the black trench coat was about to enter the attack range, a scream woke Yang Ming up.

"Yang Mingjun, be careful!"

The man felt that his behavior was discovered, his eyes flashed with anger, and the thin needle that was originally aimed at the skin pierced the major artery of Yang Ming's neck directly!

When Yang Ming opened his eyes, what he saw was a picture of a thick steel needle piercing it!

A blood-red light burst into his eyes, and the writing wheel opened his eyes.

The ice blade silently turned into an ice blade, and suddenly appeared in Yang Ming's hand! Driven by his peak physical fitness and sufficient speed, the ice blade brought out a phantom, which happened to hit the tip of the needle at the moment when the steel needle pierced the major artery!

"Who are you?!"

With a flick of the wrist, the blade struck the steel needle and stabbed deep into the top of the lounge. At the same time, the ice blade unleashed a phantom and stabbed at the hood of the trench coat!

With Yang Ming's body reaction, speed, and strength, how could the enemy be compared? A phantom flew by, the ice blade brought up a trace of blood, and at the same time that the hood was lifted, a scar on the enemy's face was scratched.

Yang Ming's eyes shrank, and it turned out to be a strange man who wanted to attack him?!

The man looked at himself hatefully and reached into his arms.... A telescopic dagger was flicked, like a weapon like a big knife, and it burst out of the dagger, with great might, and slashed at Yang Ming!

"Hey, are you dying?!"

Yang Ming roared angrily, turned over, and rolled over from the backrest to the backrest! On the seat, a deep knife mark was shocking!

This is a very hard chair! This man really wants to kill himself!

"Haha! Yang Ming, it's no wonder that you got in the way of that adult! I must kill you!"

The man's eyes were blood-red, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Yang Ming!

During the break, the other cooks who were resting screamed and fled in all directions to avoid the two of them.

Seeing that other innocent people were implicated by himself, Yang Ming brandished his ice blade and kept hitting the back of the opponent's knife, leading the blade to the ground and the seat!~ A passer-by chef who was stepping on his feet had already passed out in a coma in pain.

However, after all, it was stepping on a person, and the strength to resist was insufficient, Yang Ming's body staggered, stepped on the air, and fell from the person! The ice blade in his right hand actually let go and bounced into the distance!

Seeing that he had found an opportunity, a trace of murderous aura flashed in the man's eyes, and all the strength in his body poured into the long knife and slashed hard!

When the life crisis came, Yang Ming didn't care that the other party was just an ordinary person, and decided to show his real strength.

His eyes were only fixed on the trajectory of the big knife, his fingers were used as sticks, and one finger was pointed at the side of the knife! At the same time, the fingertip chakra rotated extremely fast, shattering the strength attached to the long knife, and slashing lightly over his head with the long knife!

A strand of black hair, scattered from the top of the head to the ground!

The situation is extremely critical!

Fire escape, the art of fireball!

In his mouth, the flames swelled rapidly, slashing into the enemy's chest!

"Bang!"

There was only a dull thud of cracking leather, and the corner of the assassin's mouth slammed into the back with blood! ribs, four broken on the spot, leaving a burning scar on his chest, and the aroma of roasted meat permeated his body.

The assassin completely lost his combat effectiveness and fell into a coma on the spot! Yang Ming's crisis has finally been lifted!

"Yang Mingjun, are you okay?"

Behind him, a familiar voice came, and Yang Ming turned around, the corners of his mouth twitching..... It turns out that Mizuhara Fuyumi them.

"It's okay, it's easy for me. ”

Yang Ming picked up the ice blade and said goodbye to Mizuhara Fuyumi and the others who cared about him. If it weren't for the fact that this was not the Hokage World, and he couldn't kill people casually, Yang Ming would have been serious a long time ago.

As he spoke, the security guards arrived, pressed the assassin to the police room, and took Li Xiang to the police room to take notes.

After a long time, the security guard finished asking, and Li Xiang was finally able to rest.

The other side. Nakahide Hata took a nap in trepidation.

"This is ......" Hata Chuei looked at the little boy and young man in the courtyard, scratching his cheeks in confusion, "Is this dream again?"

This wasn't the first time he'd had this dream, he had the same dream over and over again when he wasn't in a good mood before.

"Yes, a little thinner, a thinner...... Ahh The little boy opened his eyes wide, licked the blood marks on his hands that had been cut by the knife, and did not cry or make a fuss.

"I was so handsome back then...... "I was so handsome back then," Hata sighed, "but I'm also handsome now." ”

It was when he was four years old, and that year, his father gave him a gift of a mock kitchen. After discovering his great talent for cooking, the overjoyed Hata family began special training for him.

"Dad! Digimon is about to start releasing them! Can I go see Digimon?"

As soon as the picture turned, he was in a large room, and six or seven years old Nakayoung Hata was holding a small kitchen knife in his hand and shouting to the person behind the desk.

"Have you cut fifty turnips?"

"Also...... Not yet, but almost!" Nakaei Obata begged, "Dad, you just let me cut it after I finish it." ”

"Don't go until you've cut it. ”

“…… Oh. ”

Although the little boy looked very sad, he walked back to the kitchen with a knife.

That year, Digimon was the hottest cartoon, and Nakaei Kohata, who was sitting in the classroom, listened to the boys and girls next to him discuss the plot of last night, but he couldn't interject at all, and lay quietly on the desk alone.

Even when he grew up, Nakaei Hata watched the Digimon he had missed over and over again, but when he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was still that lonely little figure.

……

"Is this your son, so handsome!" Nagi thistle, dressed in a black suit, touched Nagi Naga's head.

"Mr. Nagi thistle, I'm going to have to work hard for you in the future!" Hata Zhongying's father entrusted, "I thought about it, I still have to rely on you to teach Hata Zhongying in terms of cooking." ”

"No problem. Nagi thistle bent down and pinched Obata's face, "Such a handsome child, it's no problem to keep teaching." ”

At the age of eight, he mastered the basics of knife skills and cooking, and began to formally study major cuisines. And the person who taught him was the naginata thistle that his father had so hard invited.

That's how his childhood was spent......