"That's good!" Piccolo was relieved, a smile on his lips, "the next time I want to conquer the world will be in three years." [Ran^Text^Library] []”

"What are you going to do?" Goku dodged and stood in front of the piccolo, and in front of him was Marshal Rice Cake who had pulled out his pistol. Under normal circumstances, of course, a pistol is nothing, but now the piccolo, as he himself said, is difficult to even sit.

"Mr. Wukong, congratulations on winning the Martial Arts Society, and thank you for saving the world once again," Marshal Rice Cake said in a deep voice, "However, please get out of the way, I'm on a mission." ”

"Marshal Rice Cake," Goku hadn't said anything, and Bulma was annoyed, "Can't you see it, Piccolo...... Maginia, isn't he a threat?"

While talking, he ran to Goku's side. Facing Marshal Rice Cake, there was no fear - not only her, but everyone gathered around.

"Why is he not a threat, he is the Demon King!" Before Marshal Rice Cake could speak, Adjutant Doubao rushed forward, "Look at it, just because of him, what has become of this city? If you don't kill him while he is weak now, the whole world will become like this in the future." ”

Bulma sneered, "Is it really because of him that this city was destroyed? (Bulma doesn't know that the city is indeed ruined by Piccolo's trick, and when Piccolo declares that she wants to amplify it, she is already in the flight formation of the rice cake in the plane.)

"Uh...... This one...... That's because—"

"Besides, why do you want to attack the current Piccolo, what bad things has he done?" Bulma added, "He is only a descendant of the Great Demon King of Piccolo, and the one who declared war on mankind and wanted to conquer the world was his father, and he has nothing to do with him. He himself has not killed anyone, and this city has been destroyed by you, so what reason do you have to punish him?"

"Alright, Adjutant Doubao, you don't need to say more. Marshal Rice Cake stopped the adjutant of the bean bun, and then said to Bulma: "Miss Bulma, I am a soldier, and it is my duty to obey orders, and as for whether this order is right or wrong, and whether it is out of place, that is not a matter for me to consider. ”

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Leping sighed, there was really nothing to say about the old stubbornness of the rice cake - in fact, there was no need to say so much.

He took out a fairy bean directly from his body, raised his hand, and threw it to Piccolo: "Bulma, don't worry about it, let them solve their own affairs." ”

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Looking at the dragon spirit and tiger after eating the fairy beans, standing in front of the tall and tall piccolo, Marshal Rice Cake was not afraid: "Piccolo Great Demon King, I am ordered by the king to assist Mr. Wukong in destroying you." ”

Piccolo sneered, clasped his hands to his chest, turned his back, and looked up at the sky.

Marshal Rice Cake raised his pistol and shot out all the bullets in the gun in one go.

"We've used all our means of attack, but we've not been able to destroy Piccolo, so that's the end of the operation, and the whole army is back. As for the fate of this world," Rice Cake turned to look at Leping: "It can only be handed over to Mr. Wukong." ”

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As soon as I walked up the ramp of the plane, I saw the big head of Yajiro Bei coming out of the cabin door.

"It's all settled?"

Rice cake didn't know Yajiro Guard, but he just saw him with Lehei's friends, so he treated him politely. Hearing him ask, nodding is an answer.

Then I saw the head retract all at once, followed by all kinds of gurgling sounds from the plane.

The adjutant of the rice cake and the bean bun looked at each other, not knowing what the hell this particularly edible guy was doing, and walked up the gangway to the plane, but he almost collided with Yajiro Bei, who rushed out.

He flipped a somersault in the air and landed steadily to the ground, only to see that our foodie still had mayonnaise left in the corner of his mouth, and on his right shoulder was carrying a large burden almost the size of his body, which he certainly did not have before.

Then our foodie opened his mouth to ask, and the question really "lived up to expectations".

"Isn't it...... It's time to go to dinner?"

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Ai Ji 759, May 2, Emerald City, Bank.

Hill, a new bank clerk, was listlessly busy with the work he was doing.

"Ciel, you don't look good, are you sick?" asked my colleague Epp with concern.

"Nothing. Hill replied nonchalantly. At the same time, I told myself to concentrate on my work, but I couldn't help but think of the news I saw last night.

Since it is nothing more than to ensure the safety of the audience, the Organizing Committee of the First Martial Arts Association of the World has decided to temporarily suspend the 24th Martial Arts Association.

As an authentic martial arts fan, Hill is very concerned about various martial arts competitions, and the level of the Tianyi Martial Arts Club, which is obviously much higher than other competitions, will definitely not be missed. When he thinks of the endless tricks of the Z warriors, Hill is very excited.

Seeing that May 7 is getting closer and closer, Hill is looking forward to this martial arts meeting, and those superman-like players will show what kind of unimaginable tricks, but he didn't expect the martial arts meeting to be suspended.

The thought of this made Hill feel like he lost his spirits.

"Alas, the boring life of office workers, and the little fun they don't have, are also deprived of it...... Can't something interesting happen?"

As if in response to his thoughts, a small car flew to the door of the bank, "whew", the door opened, and several black cloth masked, heavily armed men rushed into the hall, pointing the weapons in their hands at the customers and clerks.

"Don't move, robbery!" said the bandit, taking out a large bag and throwing it in front of Hill, "I don't need to say more about what to do. ”

Hill couldn't wait to slap his mouth at this time, "What do you really want to do...... Why don't I buy a lottery ticket?"

Throwing the money in the safe into his pocket, looking at the bandits outside the counter, he couldn't help but think, "If I had Mr. Wukong, how good it would be if they had their martial arts! ”

The bandits were furious and tried to beat themselves, but they were knocked down by themselves in two or three blows, and the rest of the bandits panicked and shot at themselves, but they found that they were just flying with their hands, so they caught all the bullets that came at them...... He became a hero, was rewarded by his boss, admired by his colleagues, and favored by beautiful women......

Da-da-da-da!

A few bullets were fired, startling Ciel, who was about to get into his mind.

"What are you doing, hurry up!" scolded the bandit who was waiting for him to take the money.

"Ahh......h

Thinking of becoming a hero and gaining the favor of beautiful women, Hill couldn't help but glance at a girl at the door.