Akina Yamashita.

Fujiwara Takumi convoy is stationed in the area.

A thin, short-haired young man was talking on the phone with an anxious face.

"My good sister, it's not like this, you listen to my explanation. ”

"Yes, yes, that's right! It's said that the traffic jam on the Kan-Etsu Expressway from Gunma to Tokyo, not only am I anxious, but the people in the traffic jam here are also anxious, and they all keep honking their horns like crazy, and I'm almost annoyed to death. After speaking, the young man hurriedly glanced at a few people around him, and a moment later, the sound of horns came from the Fujiwara convoy stationed area at the foot of the mountain.

"Sister, listen to you. These people are not like crazy people. The young man suddenly yelled outside: "Don't make any more noise, Lao Tzu is talking to my precious sister on the phone!!"

The members of the Fujiwara convoy stationed here stopped honking their horns as if they had received orders from their superiors. Tranquility suddenly returned.

The young man continued to say flatteringly into the phone: "Hey, hey, hey, there's everything." I guess they think my car is more advanced, so I'm afraid of offending people. So my good sister, do you believe that I didn't come back on purpose? How could I leave my lovely sister to play alone on this annual family reunion, right?"

"Okay, okay~ I know, as long as the road is clear, I will drive back at full speed and accompany my good sister to welcome the New Year. ”

"Okay, okay, not full speed, not full speed~~~ I'll drive slowly. ”

"Well, okay. Good sister I'll see you later~"

The young man closed his mobile phone, rubbed his temples, and sighed softly: "Hey~ really~ I have to change the way to coax my little sister at this time of year, and I, who is my brother, can't bear it anymore." ”

A thin man in a suit beside the young man said respectfully, "The young master also doesn't want to disappoint the young lady. As the organizer of this year's Gunma Prefecture Drag Racing Championship and the leader of the team, you have to be here to preside over the overall situation. I think even if the young lady knew the truth, she would be considerate of you. ”

Another fat man in a suit couldn't help but nod: "Mm-hmm, that's what I'm talking about!"

"That being said, this year's race has to be brought to an end soon. Fujiwara Takukai paused and said, "In the past, I could just leave, but this year I can't. So... ”

Takumi Fujiwara stared at the thin man beside him halfway through speaking, without saying a word.

The thin man and the fat man on the other side are two brothers, as the personal bodyguards assigned by the Fujiwara family to Takumi Fujiwara, both of them are C-level beginner-level awakened people.

After Fujiwara Takumi was sent to Gunma Prefecture by his family because of his disobedience, the fat and thin brothers have been following him.

On weekdays, the fat man is in the light, the thin man is in the dark, and the two of them guard their young master of the Fujiwara family in the light and in the dark. The specific news that the K1 team got before was about the fat man.

Hearing this, the thin man bowed very tacitly and asked, "I don't know what the young master has planned." ”

Takumi Fujiwara nodded and thought, "The two participating teams in the first group qualifying match, let them all disappear in the game." Without them, we only need to play one final in the future. ”

The thin man was shocked when he heard this, and bowed down and praised: "The young master's methods are really clever!"

The fat man on the side couldn't help but nodded: "Mmmm, that's what I said!"

The thin man continued to ask, "Young Master, how will the next two group qualifying matches be arranged?"

Takumi Fujiwara waved his hand: "The two group qualifying matches between our team and the K1 team are just some second-rate teams, so there is nothing to be afraid of. It's rare to have such an annual good day as today, and you can't let all the teams that come and go come and go, so you don't need to arrange it. ”

"I see, young master. The thin man nodded and said.

"It's a little bit quicker, and the game is about to start. Takumi Fujiwara said as he looked at his watch.

"Hey!"

A breeze blew, and the thin man's figure disappeared.

Fujiwara Takumi glanced at the fat man beside him who was scratching his head, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your body size is not suitable for this job, it is better to let your brother of the wind department make a move." You can just be there for me to protect me. ”

The fat man couldn't help but nod when he heard this: "Mmmm, that's what I said!"

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Akina Yamashita.

Yuxian 'One Punch' convoy stationed area.

An emaciated figure was expertly manulating the sparse convoy and sneaking in the direction of the carport with the help of shadows.

"Hey, fourth, who do you think will win the grand prize in this competition? It's a big deal~"

"Who knows, anyway, our one-punch convoy is just here to have a good time. Compared to Fujiwara Takumi's team, our side can barely compete with them except for the boss. As for the people in the other teams, hey~~~"

"Cut, dare to love this Fujiwara Takumi spent 20 million to give New Year's benefits to his team. I'm really speechless~"

"There's nothing to be unconvinced, if you have money, you can be so willful. ”

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"A group of inferior people dare to arrange my young master behind the scenes. The thin man felt unhappy for a while when he heard this, if it weren't for them, these two would be unlucky tonight.

"There's the carport in front of you, and the tuning of the car has already been done at this point in time. The thin man muttered inwardly, his figure flickering, and he walked in the direction of the carport.

"Just do it and go all the way tonight. Hey, hey~" The thin man carefully opened the curtain of the carport, and a dodge in.

The whole process is smooth, like a breeze blowing, without a trace. At first glance, this person is a veteran who often does this kind of thing.

"Tut-tut, it's an RX-8. Looking at the black and white explosive sports car in front of him, the thin man who was a racing car himself couldn't help but circle around the car.

"Bullet mirrors, preferred for reducing wind resistance. ”

"The carbon fibre hood reduces the weight of the RX-8, and this open-hole version helps to heat up. ”

"Large-caliber single-out cannon exhaust. Hey~"

The thin man sighed: "The soul of Mazda modified like this, I really can't bear to do it." ”

The thin man looked at his watch and shook his head helplessly. Squatted in the back of the car, shoved something in his hand into the exhaust pipe, then stood up and clapped his hands.

"Okay, the next team~"

Looking back at the soul of the Mazda with some regret, the figure of the thin man flashed in the carport and disappeared.

And the next moment when the thin man disappeared, a figure of a young man wearing a hat slowly appeared in the carport.

"Hey, hey, this invisibility charm is weird and funny~ That second fool didn't notice me at all. ”

The young man shook a blue talisman the size of a bean in his palm and muttered to himself.