Resplendent with more than 10 spotlights, full of colors. The most luxurious presidential suit, black high-end suit, permed black hair, Yamucha feet on the desk, smoking a high-quality Cuban cigar. On the side, the beautiful and sexy female secretary brought a cup of fragrant black tea, and Wu Nong said softly:

"Mr. Yamucha, this is the police department's crime chart for this month."

He leaned back, sighed deeply, and twitched the golden rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. Touching the secretary's chest, he quickly pulled over the report and said:

"It's annoying..."

The female secretary who was touched her breasts blushed and whispered:

"It's terrible to be seen by Mrs., Mr. still pay more attention, I was almost hit by Mrs. last time."

Yamucha jumped down from the boss's chair, startled the secretary, paced left and right with a sad face, and said worriedly:

"Lan Qi, help me figure it out! It's Bulma's birthday, and I forgot to buy a gift after drinking yesterday..."

The purple-haired Ranki pouted, turned her head, and turned away a little angrily. Suddenly, Lan Qi felt the hem of her short skirt being grabbed tightly, and something rubbing against her ass. His face turned red, and he turned around and said angrily:

"Remember Bulma, Bulma! Last time I had my birthday, how can you not remember! ”

Yamucha stood up, hugged Lan Qi, gently supported her chin with one hand, blew the wind in her ear with affection, and said:

"Why don't you remember, I didn't go home all night to accompany you... Have you forgotten? ”

After speaking, a deep kiss, the two rolled to the couch on the side. The tip of the tongue stirred, and the sweet ** confused Lan Qi's train of thought, looking at each other affectionately, the heat was unbearable, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

As a secretary, Lan Qi tried her best to restrain her desires, pushed away the handsome Yamucha, tidied up the buttons of her blouse, and muttered jealously:

"Forget it, next time I have my birthday, you must stay with me for a week!"

Turning around, Lan Qi collected all kinds of high-end products on her mobile phone, and carefully helped Yamucha choose Bulma's gifts.

looked at Lan Qi who walked out of the door, swaying from side to side, and teasing the crime with her hips in shape. Yamucha smiled evilly, sniffed some wet hands, sat back in the boss's chair, and casually looked at the small number of wanted notices sent by the police station.

As the guardian of the world, the hero Yamucha finds it a little boring.

At night, where neon lights can't shine, the seeds of crime still lurk. In the former Western Capital, now Yamu Tea City, there has been no major commotion in a year of peace. Once there is danger, just dial 001100, the hero Yamucha special line, and there will be an exclusive rescue team in less than 3 minutes. There is no salvation, this is the hero Yamucha.

No one dared to rob the bank, because this is the Yamu tea market. The fire didn't dare to break out, because it would be extinguished by the hero Yamucha in an instant. The Underground Black Fist was canceled, and no one was an opponent of Yamucha, and it became a monthly Yamucha tournament. In the streets and alleys, there are huge portraits of Yamucha clenching their fists, and in the city center, on a 100-meter-high platform, Yamucha holds a torch in his hand, symbolizing the messenger of light.

For Yamucha, who personally destroyed the Red Ribbon Legion, the king personally awarded the highest knighthood. The messenger of justice who eliminated the night, Yamucha was worshiped by the whole people.

Handsome, stylish, and saving the world, Yamucha is empty as soon as it appears. Cool, Cooler can't be described, More coolest!

Home, Mrs. Bulma, is the world's most profitable capsule company, Miss Daughter. office, there is a stunning secretary like Lan Qi. There is an extended Lincoln when you go out, and you never need to worry about traffic jams, because there is a dedicated passage. Meet the King, no appointment required. Media interviews are only accepted three times a day, often leaving reporters queuing up all night.

The big winner in life, Yamucha.

It's just that it seems that Yamucha has been feeling empty in her heart lately, as if she has forgotten something important. It became more and more intense, but after drinking a glass of 100-year-old Lafite before going to bed, all the sorrow disappeared.

"Ouch, my back hurts."

A young man, with his wrinkled clothes and tired face, looked up just to meet the four eyes of Yamucha in the portrait. The man clenched his fists, and a fire burned in his heart, and he suddenly forgot the fatigue of his body. Shout to the sky:

"I, Satan! One day you will be a hero! Wait, Yamucha, I'm going to beat you! ”

Whirring fist wind, full of energy. A loud and confident declaration spread throughout the dark neighborhood. At the same time, it awakens the insects that are sleeping in the dark.

"Pong!"

It was the sound of a bottle shattering. In the bottomless alley, there are scarlet hateful eyes. A group of delinquent teenagers, carrying steel pipes and knives, got out. The leader was a tall airplane head with a cigarette in his mouth, "Smack!" The big hand slapped the shoulder of the trembling Satan, and the deep voice said:

"Yo, boy. What are you talking about? ”

"I said, Yamucha is the biggest bad guy in this world, and only people like Big Brother are worthy of leading the wind of justice."

Satan clasped his hands to his chest, and a picture of a poor worm praying for this bad head, like a pug wagging its tail.

"Smack", Satan covered his hot face, tears of pain flowed. He didn't understand how such a classic routine could still be exchanged for a resounding slap in the face. Looking at this group of wicked people in horror, Satan was confused as to what to say next.

Another kick knocked Satan to the ground, and the broken bottle slid sharply into a bloody streak on his face. Toutou shrieked:

"Yamucha, my most respected hero! What are you, Lord Yamucha's is not as good! Do you understand the horrors of the Red Ribbon Legion? Lao Tzu wants to do the right thing for heaven and smash the mouth of your ruined dog! ”

Behind him, the little minions were moved to the ground, like a grievance meeting, singing the praises of Yamucha. Staring at Satan angrily, the crowd roared passionately:

"Lord Yamucha, if we are defeated by a scum like you, we will collectively cut our stomach!"

Sound waves are transmitting relays. The city that was already asleep, the darkness around the alleys, the lights were bright. Families opened their windows, picked up kitchen knives, and stood by the windowsill, and solidarity came from all directions:

"Who! Who dares to be disrespectful to Lord Yamucha! ”

"Hey, that plane head, don't brush his teeth properly! Shameless! ”

……

In the spotlight, the head of the plane turned into a messenger of justice, rubbed his fists, smiled and said excitedly:

"Did you hear that, shameless! Yamacha-sama! I felt it too, totally! This is the light of justice! ”

Ping-pong, Satan lies on the ground, receiving the baptism of justice from the delinquent boys. Slowly, the groans of pain on the ground fell silent, the crowd dispersed, and the city fell asleep again.

"Ahem."

Satan pulled two teeth out of his mouth with a hard hand. The whole body seems to be completely falling apart, just lost from the Yamucha martial arts competition, and finally found inexplicable self-confidence, and instantly turned into nothingness. The portrait of Yamucha shining under the lamp, colorful in his eyes, seemed to say:

It is not a loss to kneel down before me.

Holding on to the wall, Satan propped up his bruised body and limped towards his home.

Ahead, in the shadow of the street lamp, a short pole man stood in front of Satan with no face, majestic and self-reliant.

Wouldn't it be, is it another wave? Yamucha-sama, I really don't dare...