"It was noisy out there just now."

A few thugs got into the toilet and didn't see a single scene of the platform jumping off the rails.

There were other people in the public toilet, but when I saw a few bad-looking gangsters walking in with people, they all bowed their heads and walked out of the public toilet, and some of them were forced to hold back halfway through the urine.

"The people who got in the way are gone." The yellow-haired gangster pinched the male employee's face with his hand, "Hey, have you ever practiced boxing?" It's okay if you haven't practiced, you will always be beaten. ”

As he spoke, the yellow-haired thug pushed the male clerk, his two hands clenched into fists, the dragon on his flower arm bulged, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"This is an ordinary person, be careful not to make problems."

The rest of the thugs laughed and lit their cigarettes.

"What's the matter, no one sees it anyway."

"Oh, there's someone out there who has jumped off the rails." A thug poked his head out to take a look, took a deep puff of cigarette, "Let's fight, the subway police are all around, and no one cares about it now." ”

The male clerk's hands were clasped, his waist was hunched and his head was bowed, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give money...... Can you let me go? ”

"Money?" The yellow-haired thug sneered and shook his finger, "No, no, no, we're not blackmailers. ”

"It's all said, just practice boxing with me obediently." The alcohol in the thug's stomach suddenly rushed upward, and he vomited vomit in disgust, pouring on the top of the male staff's head.

The foul-smelling vomit is sick to the stomach.

"Please forgive me, please forgive me." The male clerk trembled humbly, ignoring the stench on his head.

"Holy shit." The thug wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, "Come on, punch, come on." ”

Watching the interaction between the yellow-haired gangsters and the male staff, the other gangsters giggling and higging in their pockets, the male staff behaved like a funny clown in the circus, which made people laugh.

"Please forgive me, please."

"Please."

The male clerk trembled his legs and almost fell to his knees.

"Didn't I say you should punch! Feed! ”

Poof.

The male clerk knelt on the ground.

"Please, please." The facial features of the male staff were wrinkled together, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Damn, I ......" the yellow-haired thug scolded, and he raised his leg and kicked it hard.

If he is kicked, the head of the male employee will hit directly in the toilet, and you can imagine what will happen.

"Stop."

Just as he was about to start, a trembling voice sounded at the door of the toilet, and Takeo Shoube, who was wearing a black suit and his face was twitching with muscle tension and twitching, was shaking all over.

"Stop." Takeo Moribe put his briefcase on the sink, took a deep breath and shouted, "Whatever ability comes at me." ”

The thugs, who were about to beat up the office workers, turned around unhappily, glanced at Takeo Shoubu, and laughed after looking at it.

"Another one to die."

"Who is this, thinking he's a superhero?"

"I'll meet you."

As he spoke, some thugs stretched out their arms, and they wouldn't be so rampant in normal times. But they are completely lawless when they are drunk, and they will be locked up for two days at most, and what is it to them.

After all, no matter what the reason, going to the police station is a disgraceful stroke, and it may be "treated differently" by the company, although the probability is very small, but it is not non-existent, so in this deformed social atmosphere, a person can't even protect himself, let alone stand up for others.

Looking at the menacing gangsters, Takeo Shoube yelled and rushed over with his fists.

Undisciplined, the posture of the guard department looks like a child fighting.

The drunk thug laughed a few times carelessly, raised his leg and kicked it on the stomach of Takeo Shoubu, this kick was accurate and ruthless, and directly hit Takeo Shoubu's stomach.

He immediately retched a few times, but before he could recover his senses, the thug pinched his neck again.

Lacking combat experience, Moribu has a chakra and ninjutsu, but he can't use it at all.

"With this ability, I thought it was really an ordinary hero, tsk."

Takeo Shoube's eyes were flushed, a flame was brewing in his body, and he wanted to spew out a fire and burn the wicked people in front of him, but if he spewed flames in public, his life would be over.

By the way, the power given by the fox demon to himself is not only able to breathe fire, but when he was running in the forest, he poured "spiritual power" into his limbs, and his running speed became very fast.

That power strengthens the body!

Takeo Momobe closed his eyes and felt the flow of the fox demon's spiritual power in his body.

Imbue this power into your limbs.

Pregnant!

A powerful force converges in the arm.

"You bunch...... Bastard! Takeo Moribe raised his palm and gripped the thug's wrist tightly.

"What do you ......?"

The thug was about to slap Shoubu, but his expression suddenly became painful.

"Squeak."

The wrist that was being held made a creaking sound.

Takeo Shoubu's eyes were wide open, like the stone statue protector in the temple, and his tightly clamped hands continued to output terrifying power that did not belong to humans.

"It hurts, it hurts." The thugs gritted their teeth and tried hard to pull their hands out, and all the thoughts of teaching the man in front of him were gone.

"What the hell, don't beat him up."

"To ...... It's going to break ......"

"Click!" Takeo Shoube used all his strength, and the thug's wrist suddenly shrunk, and the click of a broken bone sounded.

"Ahh

The other thugs didn't know what was going on, and they looked at them one by one, and some of them seemed to be pulling something out of their arms.

The thug with a broken wrist screamed and knelt on the ground, and Takeo Shoubu patted his chest nervously, and rushed forward with a wave of Wang Ba's fist.

"Slaughtered ......"

One of the thugs was shot in the cheek by the guards, and immediately flew into the air in the room.

"Mixed ......"

This head was kicked three meters directly in his stomach.

"I ......"

The head slammed into the compartment door and went limp down.

The only remaining yellow-haired gangster had already woken up for the most part, looking at the fox friends all over the ground, he didn't have time to say cruel words, and his whole body was pinched by Shoubu Takeo's neck and lifted up.

"...... the hell you have"

Takeo Moribe pulled his face closer and yelled, "Get out!" ”

After yelling, Takeo Shoubu threw his hand into the toilet with a flick of his hand.

Looking at the moaning thugs all over the ground, Takeo Moribe gasped heavily, and his forehead was full of sweat from nervousness.

The male clerk stood up in disbelief and watched the chaotic scene dumbfounded.

A social animal who looks the same as himself actually backhanded a group of thugs to the ground, which is too magical.

The male staff wiped the tears from his face and whimpered sincerely, "Definitely...... Thank you very much. ”

"No, no." The guard smiled and waved his hand to leave.

"Thank you very much." The male clerk followed, "Because I'm delaying your time, do you need to go to the hospital to see it?" ”

"I'm fine." Both physically and mentally, Takeo Morabe is in great shape.

The two walked out of the public toilet, and a group of subway police and staff had gathered at the place where they jumped the track just now, and seeing that they couldn't get on the tram, the passengers waiting for the train in the tunnel were scattered in twos and threes.

"Jumping off the rails...... "Then I'll call you a taxi." ”

There was a derailment incident, the subway is no longer to be counted on, and because of the ghost animal nature of the island country's rail line, one line has an accident, and the other lines are all delayed, and the male staff keeps bowing and paying to call a taxi.

"Goodbye."

Outside the window, the male employee waved his hand gratefully.

"Goodbye."

Sitting in the taxi, Takeo Morabe laughed.

He scratched his head, and the shadow of the tragedy of the derailment had been erased from his heart.

Riding in a taxi was such a luxury, and it was the first time since he got married, sitting in the car and looking at the scenery on both sides, Takeo Shoube smiled happily, he felt that he had found the direction of his life.

Just when Takeo Morabe was feeling good, an oncoming car caught his eye, it was a black Mitsubishi sedan with an Osaka license plate.

Mitsubishi cars that are not familiar.

The Mitsubishi car stopped at the intersection not far from home, and his wife got out of the car in a charming manner, waving goodbye to the car.