'Boom! ’

'Boom! ’

'Boom! ’

In the empty living room, bone to flesh, flesh and bone, the sound collided, and the dull sound of hitting stabbed mercilessly.

"Matsusuke, you bastard, what are you doing with us? Is it a tool to be used and then discarded when it is used up? ”

"Matsusuke, you call me back! Don't keep your mouth shut! ”

"Do you think you can escape anything without speaking?"

As the words fell, the shadow of the arm wall hooked up under the light smashed into Matsusuke's face.

With a 'bang', it was Matsusuke who was beaten and staggered, and fell down on his back against the chair behind him.

"Didn't you say you were going to challenge me? Is it embarrassing to talk about this ability? ”

"That's not necessarily ......"

"What?"

With a moan of a nymph fly, Matsusuke and Ki jerked their heads up and slammed into Shirakawa's waist again.

But his well-timed blow was easily subdued by Bai Chuan, and then he grabbed his arm and backhanded, and knocked him over again.

'Boom! ’

"Abominable ......"

Matsusuke was carrying a bruised and swollen eye, especially the one in the socket, which was almost impossible to see, let alone wear glasses. But he was still waving in vain towards the direction where Shirakawa was.

"That's it."

Shirakawa frowned, pulled up his collar, and unceremoniously raised his hand to slap again.

"Matsusuke, don't look like this and say with a look of recklessness that you're going to be hostile to the Sakura Society or something, are you joking? You're no threat at all. ”

"Is that really the case?" Matsusuke sneered contemptuously: "Then how can you still be tricked into coming here?" It's not just you, you can watch quietly and see if I can pose a threat to all of them next. ”

"You red deer!" Shirakawa was furious and kicked him in the head. "Did you feel proud of betraying your companions?"

At this time.

Surveillance on the top floor.

"Don't let him fight again, if he continues to fight, this kid will become a pig's head!"

Listening to the violent noise in the room, a consul of the SPA club, Seto Ichiro, whose body and face were comparable to the kind of white and black 'Amazon spider monkey', couldn't help but tremble with fright.

"Boss?"

"I said boss?"

"The boss is busy, don't you see? What are you babbling about? The sturdy bodyguard uniform man next to him slapped Ichiro Seto so hard that he almost bent his entire body and back.

"Yes yes yes ......"

The man in his thirties sitting on the sofa chair wore a neat suit, a pair of leather shoes cocked, and a cigarette dangling in his hand, but he didn't say anything. It's just that his body moves violently, and with the shoulder blades brought by every intense breath, the snake head pattern engraved on his neck seems to be about to rise.

In a moment, the man let out a mouthful like a cloud, and his whole eyebrows seemed to be raised to the sky.

"Wow, that's cool!"

"Hey, what did you say?"

"You look at the monitoring ......"

The man in the suit tattoo put his eyes together, and then smiled cruelly:

"Don't worry, wait, I want to see more of this kind of cruel footage."

A bodyguard next to him raised his arm, which was also quite shocking:

"The one named Bai Chuan on the other side doesn't leave any hands, beckoning ruthless hands, aren't they past companions?"

"How do you know? Aren't there also rivalries among companions? You know, it's not easy to mess around with a boss, especially the kind of master who is difficult to serve. Maybe the two of them have long been unaccustomed to each other, and now they can't wait to beat each other. ”

Ichiro Seto, the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man, naturally finished saying this, but he felt that the aura next to him was wrong.

One side of the head, just in line with the dead fish eyes of the boss in the suit.

"Eh, fangs, I'm not talking about us, it's not! How is it possible that we have such a good relationship? Hahahaha. He shirked again and again.

"Yes, it's not a question of whether the relationship is good or not, I'm relieved to see you so stupid. It's a waste of energy to be stupid enough to make people wary of you. ”

After a round of nonsense, several people withdrew their gaze and looked at the picture on the central screen.

"Shhh

"Damn, this one called Sixteen Nights can really fight, I can't get used to his arrogance, so I have to send someone to cut his arrogance."

'Fangs' Nozawa Tsukiri lit another cigarette and leaned it into his mouth, "Which of you goes?" ”

"Coach Ishida, and Coach Mukong, can you finish cleaning up that kid?"

"It's like you're asking me if I can unscrew the cap." The club, which exposed eight-pack abs under the chest-covered shirt, was transferred to a fitness coach, and Ishida Mori shook his pectoralis major muscles. "Boss, chop off a few of his fingers?"

"Don't overdo it, if there is a murder, it will be troublesome, just control him first."

Nozawa said, fiddling with the 'cigarette stick' in his hand.

"I also want to see how strong a middle school student can be, and I want you to deal with it with this kind of thought." The strong man who was with Shirakawa before also spoke.

"Oh? Mr. Yamashita? Since you want to be on, it's foolproof. Go with them. ”

"As for the kid named Matsusuke......"

"Despite being beaten so badly, he passed the assessment. After all, we want the information in his head, not his force, so let's call him up. Nozawa waved his hand.

With a 'click', the elevator door opened.

Shirakawa Sixteen Night and Kasuke Matsuki stopped their movements at the same time and looked with their backs.

A row of figures walked out of the door, some of them were muscular, some of them were murderous, including Kitaikezaki, whom Shirakawa already knew, and it was obvious that the person who came was not good.

"Matsusuke and Ki!"

Matsusuke was humming and panting, already with all his strength, barely able to speak.

"Come this way."

"You've passed the test."

Matsusuke and Ki pick up the glasses that have fallen on the ground and walk towards the elevator.

"Matsusuke!"

Shirakawa shouted.

Matsusuke and Ki glanced back at him and turned away again. There was no hesitation.

"You guy......" Shirakawa stared at his teeth.

Hoshino Kusuko held out her hand to him, "Welcome aboard, Matsusuke." ”

Matsusuke and Ki clapped their hands with her and smiled weakly.

Shirakawa desperately gave his middle finger at his back.

"Give it to him."

A voice came over the intercom.

The bodyguard man was stunned for a moment, and quickly handed the walkie-talkie in his hand to Matsusuke and Mu.

"Matsusuke and Ki, you know every member of the Sakura Club. Although their boss is no longer there, the rest of the team is still as difficult to deal with as a hemp rope, and it is up to you to break them apart step by step. ”

"It doesn't matter. Didn't they still know that I had betrayed? No one could have guessed this step. Matsusuke and Ki put on their glasses and took the intercom.

"It's as easy for me as a werewolf disguised as a human hunting blind villager in the night, and I'll be ready to give you a satisfactory answer soon."

Then there was a picture on the walkie-talkie that seemed to be a monarch and a phoenix and a dragon, and he was relieved and relieved.

- In this way, the world can be obtained, and the enemy can be defeated.

"Next, come and claim your reward."

Matsusuke smiled happily, "Yes." ”

Do you really look at yourself as an opponent behind you? Shirakawa was so angry when he heard it in the back, he was already furious. How dare these people ignore themselves like this.

What's more, their plan to play with people's hearts was actually proposed and implemented by Matsusuke himself? Use the trust of your peers to divide them all up?

How can these rats be so ambitious?

"I don't exist!"

Shirakawa picked up the bench and smashed it over.

But the person in front of him stood up, and he didn't dodge, and stretched out his thick arm like a anaconda to block the trajectory of the bench, and the bench was cracked, and the wooden stick splashed out, but Seto Ichiro, who was behind, let out an 'oops' and fell to the ground comically.

A few bodyguards looked calm, and took Matsusuke and Mu into the elevator, and the 'pong-p' strata went up.

But there were still a few people, standing outside the elevator door, who stayed in the small living room.

Shirakawa looked at the past.

It was two men and one woman, the tallest one in the middle, and the body seemed to exude a rich aura.

Just standing in a standing posture can be seen, not like the street gangsters, who can find flaws at any time, but concentrate their energy, close their jaws and front curl pelvis, straighten their spine, and reduce their physiological curvature. It not only maintains a natural and unashamed posture, but also does not suddenly get knocked down at the moment when the confrontation is broken.

Bai Chuan looked at the person in the center of the sixteenth night, and he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind:

"Have we met somewhere?"

"Of course. Shirakawa Sixteen Nights, I knew the name of my opponent before you. And just a few hours ago, your memory shouldn't have been so bad. ”

"Really?" The corners of his eyebrows rose, and after thinking about it suspiciously, Shirakawa slapped his thigh. "In front of the gate, it turns out that the person is you, you are him, oh-"

He showed a look of sudden realization and relief.

"Forget it, I have to accept countless challengers every month, and it's normal for you to be one of them, and I can't remember."

Yamashita held back his anger and left his temperament, just like signing up before every battle:

"Yamashita Laozhong, see the ginseng - remember it for me this time!"

"And what if I can't remember?" Shirakawa said playfully.

At this time, Yamashita Laozhong's face had completely darkened.

"You'll regret it!" He said in a low voice.

Thinking that his thick figure can leave a deep impression on many people, especially the sense of oppression brought by fear, everyone dare not look at each other a second time as long as they see him, at least it will leave shadows and nightmares, which is the capital he is proud of.

But I didn't expect that there was no pressure in this hairy boy's heart at all.

actually made false remarks and insulted himself in turn!

If you can't remember, then beat him until he remembers!

Hit him until he listens to it and is afraid of it, and becomes a shadow of his life, indelible!

Thinking like this, Yamashita Laozhong's face couldn't help but twist fiercely.

"kua-" He yelled habitually in this karate pattern, cheering himself up with meaningless syllables, and then pushed his whole body forward like a slam.

"It's coming!"