In the kitchen of an ordinary apartment, Yakumo Murasaki had just finished a table of dishes and was about to take off her apron and wash her hands and prepare to eat.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something in the northeast direction, and ran out without washing her hands, and was on the street, all the while looking at the end of the street.

The sixth sense is a very magical sense, and sometimes it will save your life in time.

"Is it my delusion?" Yakumo scratched her hair in confusion.

Just now, she sensed a force in the northeast that caused her to vibrate.

"Xiao Zi, what's going on?" Seeing Yakumo running over in such a hurry, Licorice Song thought something was wrong, and his face was full of worry.

Yakumo Zi shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's my thinking too much"

"Well, let's go, that guy won't wait for us"

Yakumo Zi showed a light smile and glanced in the northeast direction again, thoughtful, but now she wasn't sure what it was.

"Hmm"

After Yakumo Zi entered the door, Licorice also looked back in the same direction, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Isn't that the direction of the school?

After looking at it for a while, he couldn't see why, so he could only shake his head and go home.

On the other side, Kirito was standing on a commercial street, it was the end of school, and it was time to get off work, and there was a sea of people, and he was leaning against the lamppost, quietly waiting for someone.

"Jingle Bell~"

Kirito pulled out his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Did you find it?" Kirito's tone was very cold, which made people shudder.

"boss, I found it, the location of this number is in XX03 town, where is the slum, does the boss need our help?" Those men in black are still willing to do things for Kirito, after all, the future is there.

"No" Kirito hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, opened the map on his phone, and headed towards it.

In less than ten minutes, the location on the phone arrived.

It is a slum area, and many of the houses are dilapidated, although simple, but also clean.

Kirito walked a few steps, and just around the corner, he saw a van parked in front of a house three hundred meters ahead.

At the door, there was also a young man wearing headphones, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, without the slightest anger.

If it weren't for that phone call, he himself would have thought it was a relative of Tamako Hirata.

Kirito walked up to the young man, who also noticed him, took off his headphones, and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"This is Tamako Hirata's home?"

"Tamako Hirata?" The young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know Hirata Yuko, but this family is indeed surnamed Hirata "

After speaking, he knocked on the sign on the wall of the door that had become rotten wood, and the word "Hirata" was written on it.

Seeing this, Kirito has already determined that it is this one, and the mobile phone map positioning is unreliable, so he can only set an approximate location, especially the map of the slum is even more ambiguous.

Ignoring the young man, he walked in, but was immediately stopped by the young man next to him.

"Dude, don't let me please here for the time being, or you can wait a while"

Kirito's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, and asked, "Why?" ”

"This family owes us the money and doesn't pay it back, there is really no way, you can only collect it violently, you wait here, it is estimated that it will be over soon"

"Oh, is that so?"

"Isn't it, we're already polite in doing this, and we've been given a grace period of half a year, and if we change to other gangs, we'll either have broken hands or broken feet."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and showed great helplessness, and put on his headphones again, but his eyes were always on Kirito to prevent him from sneaking in suddenly.

"If that's the case, what do I have to do with it?" Kirito smiled, turned around and walked into the house.

"Hey, brother, are you looking for trouble?" The young man just wanted to catch up, but he already had the intention of making a move, but he was suddenly directly knocked out by a force and smashed on the van.

With a "bang", the body of the van shook, the glass shattered, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

"Wow" The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at the door, and fell to the ground with black eyes.

In the dilapidated house, everything is very intact, but it is very messy, as if it has been turned over.

"Miyata, go out and take a look, what's going on outside?" A big man with a meaty face, holding an iron baseball bat, sits on the sofa in the living room.

On the other side of the sofa, Tamako Hirata and a middle-aged woman with gray hair shivered together.

There were also three young men in the living room, armed with machetes and baseball bats.

One of the men nodded, walked out the door, and as soon as he reached the shoe cabinet at the door, he came face to face with Kirito.

"Who? Who let you in.,Where did that kid from the three leaves die? ”

Kirito smiled slightly: "I don't want to do it, let it go"

The young man was stunned, he saw a high school student for the first time who was not afraid of the underworld, to be reasonable, this is a knife in my hand.

This boy is either crazy or insane, and he watches too many anime, right?

The young man laughed.

"Miyata, what are you laughing at? What's going on out there? ”

"Boss, it's nothing, it's just a dumbfounded"

"Cao Nima, hurry up and solve it, don't grind"

"Understood, Boss"

The corners of the young man's mouth were raised, and the machete in his right hand slapped it in the palm of his left hand.

"Kid, get out of here, this is not the place for you"

Kirito nodded expressionlessly, turned around and prepared to leave.

The young man also put down the machete, after all, he was only a child of sixteen or seventeen, just scare and scare.

But seeing the little boy turn around again, he was just about to threaten and scare once, when suddenly, a sharp pain came from his abdomen, and he saw that the distance between himself and the young man was rapidly narrowing.

"What's going on?" This was the last thought he still had conscious.

"Boom!" The young man slammed down a wooden door and fell to the ground, blood blistering in his mouth.

Kirito didn't show mercy to his subordinates, even if he lived, he would only be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the lower half of his body was completely paralyzed.

The wooden door collapsed, and everything in the living room was presented to Kirito's eyes.

"Woo woo ~ Kirito-san" Hirata Tamako stopped sobbing and looked at Kirito like a god descending from the earth.

Then, he yelled with a frightened face: "Kirito-san, ............ quickly"

When he saw the little thug whose fate was unknown next to the wooden door that had become tattered, he was suddenly dumbfounded and speechless.

Kirito looked at Tamako Hirata, who was fine except for a little flower on her face, so she looked away and looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his back to him.

"Miyata !!" The remaining two young men hurriedly picked up Miyata, who was lying on the ground, and when they checked it, they found that he was already dying.

"Boss, Miyata is dying, what should I do?"

The Boss didn't answer, took out a hardcover box from his bosom, and took out a cigar.

(End of chapter)