"And then." Aoki's faint words made the smile on Hideto Hando's face even worse: "It's nothing....... You, even found the police? ”

Tsukasa Aoki just looked at him quietly.

The armed front is the gang of rampants who harassed Teruhashi Xinmei....... It's really a rampant dress, a jacket, sunglasses, a motorcycle, plus that yellow hair, basically the classic image in the comics, this guy has it all.

Oh, and the big gold chain around his neck.

"Is there something wrong?" Tsukasa Aoki didn't answer his question, just watched him quietly.

What he said was undoubtedly because Matsuyama Rock was looking for someone to put pressure on them, and Matsuyama Rock's background, Aoki Division, had never asked or investigated, but according to his experience, it was also known that the White Dao forces behind Matsuyama Rock were probably not simple.

It seems that this time they were given a warning through the police.

Hideto Hando spread his hands and showed a sneering expression: "No, no, it's not interesting, it's just to come and see what kind of person the 'Chiba Great Demon King', the Tiger of the Dancing Sun, is." We were able to find the police to warn us, and sure enough, it was not easy. ”

Aoki knew that he was mocking himself for being a bad teenager, and he was upset that he had asked the police to arrange for them.

But he just hooked the corners of his mouth: "So what? ”

Aoki's attitude made the group even more unhappy, and before Hideto Hando could speak, a man who was riding a motorcycle and looked like he was almost thirty years old scolded: "Boy, we will give you face, but don't think that we dare not do it." It's not like I haven't been in the police station. ”

"So what?" Tsukasa Aoki said that it was refreshing to repeat.

"Do you want to die!" The man snapped and stopped the motorcycle, strode towards Aoki Tsukasa, and Hando Hideto suddenly stretched out his hand, stopped him, and looked at Aoki Tsukasa: "Don't be too happy." ”

Tsukasa Aoki just stared at him.

"I don't bother you because we're not doing it well enough." Hideto Bando lit a cigarette: "It's a shame that my little brother went to harass a high school student........ But. ”

He suddenly leaned over his head and stared at Aoki Tsukasa closely: "Don't mess with us." ”

"Or else........ Defeat you. Hideto Bando spat at Tsukasa Aoki's face.

Aoki Tsukasa slowly stretched out his hand, and the other mobs present became nervous, and they quickly stopped the car and looked at him with solemn expressions.

Although they are very angry now, they are very wary of Aoki Tsukasa - even if they haven't watched his games, they have heard of Aoki's previous records.

It could be a very stinky, underwhelming guy, but again, it's a very strong guy.

Hideto Hando's face did not change, and he watched as Tsukasa Aoki slowly raised his hand and took the cigarette butt from his mouth.

"You don't think you're 20 yet." Aoki took down the cigarette and handed it to the old-looking guy who had a somewhat dull expression on the side, and he still wanted to do it to himself.

"If you're in a good mood today, I won't ask the police to take you to get an education." The corners of Aoki's mouth were hooked, and he smiled a little ruffian.

Hideto Hando's smile finally disappeared.

"Watching the stars finish watching it, right? I'm going home. Aoki Tsukasa's shoulder hit the shoulder of the rampant, pushed out a path, walked out of the encirclement, turned his head and smiled: "Do you need to take a group photo?" ”

Seeing their expressions of eagerness to come over and punch themselves immediately, Aoki Tsukasa stopped his words just right, and strode away with his hands in his pockets.

Watching Tsukasa Aoki stride away without looking back, he looked at ease and the old-looking man who was still holding the cigarette that Tsukasa Aoki gave him in his hand looked at Hideto Bando with a blank face.

"Boss ........"

His words brought back to his senses by Hideto Hanto, who was squinting and didn't know what he was thinking: "What's wrong?" ”

The mob looked at the cigarette in his hand: "You, are you still smoking?" ”

"Fart!" Hideto Hando slammed the throttle indignantly: "It's gone." ”

"Why don't you catch up and clean up that kid?" The mob returned to his motorbike and smiled.

“....... You, forget it. Hideto Hando sighed speechlessly: "Don't trouble him these days, if this kid provokes us, call back." ”

"But ......." the rampant took a puff of cigarette that originally belonged to Hideto Bando: "That's it?" ”

"Our armed front is not some unprincipled garbage organization." Hideto Hando turned his head and stared into his eyes: "If he provokes us, no matter how good he is, I will take you to fight." However, this matter is not well disciplined by our people, and if we go to trouble him because of this, the reputation of the armed front will turn stinky. ”

"Let's go, remember what I just said." Hideto Bando slammed the accelerator, and the motorcycle he sat down roared out of the street.

The mobs followed one after another, and the rampers with the cigarette looked at the cigarette butt and were stunned, and finally, they threw it to the ground with hatred.

Let this guy lose his face so badly....... Uncle Yet, I'm only twenty-one years old this year!

The mob touched his face with resentment, and almost crashed his motorcycle into a telephone pole.

This dead bald head ahh

The engine roared away, and Aoki walked home with a blank face, but there was a faint pain in his skull.

Trouble, why do you come one after another?

Tsukasa Aoki, whose sense of urgency returned, had to put aside his desire to live a leisurely life for a while and rethink how to deal with difficulties.

What can you rely on now?

The answer is simple: system.

........

Tsukasa Aoki returned home and had a simple dinner with Qiong, but still refused Qiong's invitation to play games together, and went straight back to his room, closing his eyes early.

When the white world appeared in front of him, he opened his mouth without hesitation: "Open the special dream training room of the Flying Sword Stream." ”

[The Flying Sword Flow Special Dream Training Room is open.] 】

Before my eyes, the world seemed to be twisted.

Aoki Tsukasa thought that he would ask himself a few questions before teleporting away, just like the medical scriptures, but before he could get ready, everything around him began to change violently.

When everything changed to a blur, the huge feeling of dizziness and weightlessness that made people want to vomit made Aoki Tsukasa involuntarily close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the world changed again.

"Help!"

"Run! Run!! ”

"Protect the Son first! Protect the Son! ”

"Tsukasa Aoki! What are you doing! Get moving, Tsukasa Aoki! ”

"Be careful!"

The noisy shouts in his ears finally brought Aoki Tsukasa, who was still a little dizzy, back to his senses, and when he finally regained his focus and saw everything in front of him, he was a little helpless and froze in place.

Corpses, blood, knives and guns were scattered all over the place, soldiers wearing different styles of ancient armor were fighting bloodily, and in front of Aoki Tsukasa, a dead head was tumbling and falling to his feet.

Tsukasa Aoki!! I will not forgive you until I save the Son!! ”

Aoki followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man with gorgeous armor and horns stuck in his body with three spears, but the katana in his hand unequivocally slashed the two people in front of him.

He looked at Aoki Tsukasa with a hideous expression, and Aoki Tsukasa looked down and saw that the armor on his body was somewhat similar to his style.

Son?

What prince?

Aoki Tsukasa turned his head to look back, a beautiful and cute girl in a white robe, trembling and leading a black horse standing not far behind him, looking at his eyes full of panic and fear.

No......

Can you give me a beginner's guide?

"Hey!"

A somewhat sharp shout came from his ears, and Aoki turned his head to see a rogue dressed in cloth and holding an extra-long katana, jumping towards him.

His smiling face, the blood stained with the katana in his hand, and the reddish-brown cloth robe all told Aoki Tsukasa the simplest truth: fight or die.

Grass!

Aoki's eyes widened, watching the extra-long katana get closer and closer to him, as if he would be split in two the next moment.