For the sake of the treasure of the town, Shikamoto Shinchong once thought that the manager of Yoshihara would be a powerful, hard-working and hard-working Han paper.

A person who can perform calligraphy with a 1.7-meter-long brush shouldn't be so crooked!

But think about it, the words Kong Wu is powerful, hardworking and willing to do things and Lolicon's perversion seem to be compatible, what's the fuss?

Seeing that the store manager's reputation in the rookie male public relations was getting worse and worse, Ryder hurriedly came out to save the scene: "When is it?" Yes? Is it useful to say this? The pole outside may break into the door at any time, so think about how to break the siege, right? ”

The sighing crowd gradually quieted down,

That's true, if you have time to talk about the store manager's gossip and XP, let's think about your current situation first!

The ground rumbled with the movement of heavy machinery passing through the road.

The third day and the moon looked out from the window on the second floor, and it was unbelievable, and several engineering vehicles full of cement surrounded the Xinghai Pavilion.

The footsteps of the extremists were getting closer and closer, and through the walls, they could hear conversations with different accents and the metal sound of the swords in their hands.

Three Riyue seemed to see tons of cement pouring down, welding every exit of the Xinghai Pavilion to death, and the extreme madmen launched bloody killings in the club department.

He set his sights on Ryder,

Can't escape!

It is difficult for both of them to survive, not to mention the ordinary male publicists in the Xinghai Pavilion.

The manager of Yoshihara handed over the Hoshikaikan to them, and no one wanted to end up with the destruction of the club.

Being forced into such a situation is almost a dead end.

The hesitation and helplessness in the eyes of Sanriyue and Ryder were all seen by Shikamoto Shinchong, and he sighed, as long as he tore off the [Male Male Checkpoint], he could leave safely, and he had nothing to do with Xinghai Pavilion, and found another opportunity to deal with Yoshihiro Nitta.

But he couldn't do anything.

Under the siege of the Izumo Mamoru Group, they will be supported until dawn, and they will also have to consider the social impact of eliminating the Xinghai Pavilion.

I was raided by the Metropolitan Police Department once before, and if I continue to commit crimes in the limelight, Yoshihiro Nitta will not feel good.

In the final analysis, the extreme way is just the extreme way,

It's something that can't see the light, and it's no different from a men's PR club.

"Ryder, assistant store manager, I'll delay you for a while, please contact support as soon as possible." Shintaka Kamoto bets his "support" on the "hidden identities" of the two store managers.

Three Riyue is an undercover agent of the stick country, is he really alone?

As for Ryder, he has two "hidden identities", and it is up to him whether he can find help from the outside world.

"Ashin ......"

The moment Mirizuki and Shikamoto Shinchong looked at each other, they suddenly panicked.

He felt that he had been seen through by the newcomer, and Ashin already knew that I was an undercover agent.

Still, he kept excusing himself.

Except for blurting out the sentence when Shin-Okubo's anger was rising: "Don't go too far, say me." Otherwise, he didn't think there was anything flawed.

Ashin, he didn't dare to rely on this to determine his true identity, right?

But his eyes were full of trust.

It's a trust that he and Ryder will get reinforcements.

"I'm sorry...... Ashin, I'm alone too. Sankazuki Hoshino closed his eyes and held the goldfish wood carving tightly.

If you can see it, please protect Ashin, he's a decent kid.

"Let's help too."

Lu Ben Shinchong waved his hand behind everyone, opened the gate, and faced the hundreds of poles alone.

The middle of the road is filled with motorcycles and black cars, and most of them are cannon fodder for fourth- or fifth-generation communities.

The difference between bad and bad is also tattooed, and people from different clubs shout at each other, more than the male publicist who will kill them later.

In the moonlight, sticks, bats, and katana swords are revealed, and their purpose is clear, and if they want to make Nitta-san treat him differently, they must make a name for themselves tonight.

In the darkness, countless cigarette butts flickered on and off.

Members of the second- and third-generation societies, dressed in black trench coats or suits, hide in the shadows.

Most of them are well-known figures in the club, and they will not go into battle in person unless they have to, just deal with a male public relations club, and just press the side to prevent infighting between the clubs.

The door of the Xinghai Pavilion was opened, but only one person appeared, which made them extremely puzzled.

Is it the soft bones that can't help but surrender?

I'm sorry, Nitta-san gave a death order, and there won't be a single living mouth left in the Xinghai Pavilion tonight.

It's too late to surrender now, and if you want to blame it, blame you for working in this club!

After carefully scanning the extreme path in front of him, Shikamoto Shinchong breathed a sigh of relief.

Scattered and scattered, each fighting for itself.

Compared with Gozaburo Oga's men, it's a difference between the mud and the mud.

The degree of organization is too low, and a little trick will be given to him.

In the years of investing in mobile game companies, Shinchong Shikamoto only learned five points:

First, how to keep players addicted;

second, how to make players spit out more RMB;

third, how to get players to form gangs;

fourth, how to make players hostile to each other;

Fifth, how to achieve hidden trap gambling and money trading.

The people of the Izumo Morigumi are scattered in separate groups, so it's not too simple to make them hostile to each other.

Shikamoto Shinchong equipped the [Water Army Card] and strode out.

[Character Card: Naval Card]

[Quality: Rare]

[Card characteristics: Launch a three-minute (five-minute at max level) naval offensive, randomly copy the identity of the nearest person around you for each speech, cooldown: 24 hours]

[Full level after 10,000/10,000 speeches]

The Extreme Devils gathered at the gate of the Xinghai Pavilion were all stunned, that guy didn't seem to want to surrender, he wanted to fight us!

Who gave him the guts!

Throwing sticks, bats, and katana stood up one after another, pointing at Kamoto Shinchong.

With one enemy, courage is commendable.

To hit a stone with an egg is to be stupid.

A powerless male publicist, just a lamb to the slaughter!

When Shikamoto Shintaka entered their attack range, something strange happened, and the Gokudo Imps only saw one member of the Izumo Mamoru Mori Group return to the team. The male publicist who rushed to the death just now disappeared.

Is it a collective hallucination?

Several of the Extreme Devils rubbed their eyes, making sure they weren't dreaming.

Nobu Shikamoto smoothly blended into the crowd, showed a sly smile, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Osaka people steal manhole covers!" ”

In the crowd, which was originally as quiet as a chicken, more than a dozen scolding voices broke out.

There were also a few snickers.

"Who is it? Which rabbit cub said that? ”

A rough Kansai accent.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't let me catch you!"

Lu Ben Xinchong spoke once, switching identities, they couldn't find anyone who broke out in the area, and they could only hold back their anger.

The crowd was already a little confused.

Lumoto Shinchong continued to add oil and vinegar, and kept opening up the black:

"Okayama people ride wild boars to school!"

"Fukuoka people are all sissies!"

"Kyoto people are old yin and yang!"

......

"Nagoya people eat Fukushima people!"

The members of the Extreme Dao gathered at the gate of the Xinghai Pavilion became more and more confused, and they all roared to find out the bastard who fired the map cannon, the members of the four and five generations of the society were too young and impetuous, and they pushed and shoved at the slightest disagreement.

"With such a weak tone, you must be from Yokohama, right?"

"You're from Yokohama, your whole family is from Yokohama!"

In less than three minutes, the Extreme Dao team, united, sharpening their knives, raised their weapons and swung them at the members of their own community.

That's right, it's true that they are members of their own club, and their hometowns are different, so they are marked.

After so many years of village fighting, the regional blackness of the island country is much more serious than that in China.

Shikamoto Shinchong's "Water Army Offensive" time ended, and he slowly withdrew from the crowd, smiling and silent, hiding his merit and fame.