Shirakawa took a step back, and Yamashita Lao Zhong hit with a heavy fist, and the wooden table legs in front of him were discounted in one fell swoop, and the table top fell to the ground.

Bai Chuan glanced at the thin wooden tabletop, and quickly picked it up and blocked it in front of him.

"Karate, isn't karate all about splitting boards? Can you show me that? ”

Yamashita Laozhong was unceremoniously a 'hand cut', a big pit was suddenly carved out of the wooden board, and under the strength of the wooden plank, it seemed that the fist wind of the dragon and the tiger roared oppressed, and Shirakawa's body was forced to take a few steps back.

The table in his hand trembled, and it cracked in half with a 'click', and only half of it was in his hand.

"Wonderful." Bai Chuan looked at the neat cross-section in surprise, and his heart shook slightly: "I didn't expect Your Excellency to be a big master!" ”

The face of the labor reform under the mountain did not change, and he retracted his posture, shook his body, and his voice was loud.

"Concession. Three black belts in karate, I wonder if this deserves to make you remember the name? ”

I didn't expect this burly man to be quite worried about being underestimated. This contrast couldn't help but make Bai Chuan secretly complain in his heart.

"Shhh Looks like this is a hard stubble.

Karate is divided into ten to one level from the bottom to the top, the bottom is the white belt, and the top one is the black belt.

And in the underworld, there are many ranks, like the third stage, which has reached the ranks of the quasi-normal generation, and the next four to six sections are the normal generation, and there are already more than seven stages of the teacher.

Although the number 'three' is not huge, those who know it can already savor the horror of it: like where Shirakawa used to be, the highest is a sixth dan in the headquarters, not to mention many small countries.

There is a saying that due to the age limit, all karate dan must be at least 30 years old and have at least 10 years of experience. Therefore, many organizations often use one to three dans as the backbone, and people at this age are more ruthless and cruel, especially with the spirit of the extreme way of breaking the net and breaking the net, so they can often fight some older karate teachers in the street fight.

And Yamashita Rokunaka is at the forefront of this golden age, and at the age of less than 30, he has achieved the highest rank he can achieve, and his future is limitless.

To be honest, he was quite surprised that this kind of person was not in the dojo, and actually came over to be a thug. If he is really an extreme thug, it will be forgotten, and he actually came to deal with himself? A high school student's bad? It's enough to save face.

Looking at the other party's standing posture, Bai Chuan asked again, "Your Excellency, isn't it...... Loose tube flow? ”

"Exactly!"

Its technical characteristics are wide opening and closing, walking in a straight line, using lunges and horses, and focusing on the use of legs, which is a model of fierce karate. Because of its large amplitude and simplicity, it is loved by karate lovers in Europe and the United States, and it is also one of the most popular karate schools.

In essence, there are some similarities to the northern Shaolin boxing in Chinese martial arts.

Even if he was hit directly, it would probably be no less severe than any attack he had ever received. Shirakawa sank his heart and got ready.

Yamashita Lao Zhong stepped forward with another punch, and half of the plank in front of him suddenly shattered, leaving only a small piece.

"Grass, it can't be used."

Shirakawa scolded and threw it away.

In the face of this fierce and powerful beast, Shirakawa did not choose to be tough, but relied on his innate 'agility' attribute to constantly detour his attacks, and by the way, he picked up the broken chair leg on the ground, and every time he took advantage of the gap between his attacks, he found the opportunity to tap on his wrists, waist and other weak points.

"You don't speak martial arts!" Yamashita stared at him in annoyance.

"Please, look at it, I'm fighting with you in a street fight, what kind of martial arts does street fighting talk about? Winning is the best policy. Shirakawa retorted.

He waited for an opportunity to taunt again: "You...... Do you think I should throw away my weapons and have a karate battle with you, like you? Oh, you're a black belt, and you want to play one-on-one with me, an ordinary person who has never started? Understood, understood, is this the consciousness of being a quasi-normal generation? ”

Yamashita Laozhong's face turned red and white for a while when he said it, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Glancing at the utensils around him, he really couldn't pick up a tool like Shirakawa and knock it hard.

Not to mention that it is equivalent to giving up his own 'fist technique', 'fist posture' and other advantageous movements, dismantling his own move combination, making himself no different from ordinary people fighting.

Besides, beating each other like a gangster is too tasteless. He's a karate master, and he doesn't want to show jokes to the two people behind him.

"Roar, come again!"

The mountain roared and faced him with his bare hands.

With this distance advantage, Shirakawa was always able to avoid his attacks with ease, and then counterattacked with a wooden stick, and Yamashita Rachu had no chance to catch him at close range for a while.

After several struggles to no avail, Ishida Mori on the side was too lazy to look at it.

"Under the mountain, let's just go together and finish him. I'm still waiting for a late-night snack. ”

Yamashita shook his head.

"As a karate eighth-dan, dealing with an unfamous high school student, if you want three people to take it together, it's simply an insult to my style."

Laozhong under the mountain rushed up again and took a few sticks. But as the fight continued, Shirakawa realized that he could always put up a good defensive posture and minimize the damage taken. Besides, this guy's muscles are really good, and he hasn't done anything at all until now, and the momentum of the collision is especially unabated. And I have begun to gradually exhaust myself.

Just when he was fully occupying the initiative and gaining momentum, Yamashita Laozhong suddenly stopped moving.

Shirakawa stared at him defensively.

"You're not doing it right with your arm!"

"This?" Shirakawa shook his left arm, "It's just that I broke my bone a few weeks ago when I was fighting someone, and I just removed the bandage the day before yesterday." ”

Yamashita Lao Center was slightly shocked: "So? ”

"Or else?"

Shirakawa was calm, but the look of the laborer under the mountain here hesitated.

"I've never bullied a disabled person in my life, isn't it good that the third stage of karate has to fight against a person who has broken his hand?"

"Fuck you!" Shirakawa almost jumped up, he understood Yamashita Laozhong's expression as if he had eaten Xiang-

If the previous battle with himself was to let him taste the delicious food and couldn't stop, then now knowing that the opponent is sick is like suddenly discovering that the food has dog feces added to it, which is a rotten dish, making it difficult for people to put down chopsticks.

"You're disabled, and your whole family is disabled. Your uncle and I have a good other hand, come again! Shirakawa shouted, moving his arms.

But the spirit of bushido, which has been deeply instilled in the dojo since he was a child, firmly stumbled on Yamashita and made him in a dilemma.

As a samurai, you should be friends with people who value courage and honor in peacetime, and you are required to be enemies of such people in wartime. This is the 'bravery' advocated by the samurai, and when 'brave' is expressed to the extreme, it is close to 'benevolence'. Those who can be proud of their enemies can regard the success of their enemies as their own successes, which is undoubtedly the most accurate expression of the samurai's 'bravery' and 'benevolence'.

"Yamashita, what are you doing?" Ishida Mori urged.

Shirakawa felt that the momentum of his back seemed to have converged, like a bear with his head up, leaving with pride and pride, and his body, which was stretched open by tendon flesh, also withered.

Ishida Mori watched from the sidelines and gritted his teeth.

However, he couldn't say anything more in front of the big man at the foot of the mountain, so he had to snort coldly and keep his face down.

I thought I wouldn't have to do it myself. This is a big loss, and I have to step forward to show off my strength. Ishidamori's eyes were gloomy.

Although he is also a thug, it is limited to bullying the weak and unilaterally beating people, and he is naturally happy. But if the dragon and the tiger fight, only they know best how painful it can be to be beaten.

He was about to step forward when the woman's brow furrowed.

"Ishida, Mr. Nozawa has news."

Mori Ishida took the walkie-talkie.

"What the hell are you doing? Why hasn't it been so long? But a lot of the equipment in the cafeteria has been smashed, do you know how much it is? Money! It's all high-grade furniture! Is this being renovated? Or is it being demolished? What are you doing? ”

As soon as the earpiece was placed, Nozawa Tsukiri roared from inside, and the sound was so loud that it burst out of the microphone.

Shirakawa, who was listening from the sidelines, had a bright expression!

Is it? Do you tell him not to destroy public property? Then he's going to be so energetic!

He looked around, picked up the jade statue of 'Ebisu' enshrined on the stove of the cafeteria, and threw it at Ishida Mori.

Ishida Mori was shocked and angry, but when he thought that the thing was worth tens of thousands of yen, he happened to be reprimanded by the boss, and he hesitated for a while, and he didn't dare to hide, so he had to open his scalp and hug him around his body.

What's more, 'Ebisu', in Japan, means the God of Wealth or the Lord of the Land, and the jade is broken and the wealth is broken, and nothing can be beaten.

As a result, his body retreated back again and again, and he was unsteady on his feet. And Shirakawa didn't give him extra time, he chased after him directly, and kicked directly on the back of Ishidamori's hand.

"Shhhh

Under the stinging pain, Ishida Mori's right hand subconsciously let go, and the jade statue fell down, hitting the instep of Ishida Mori's foot, and it was still broken on the ground.

The three people are pestled in front of him, Bai Chuan is not a fool, he has no chance of winning with fewer enemies, not to mention that everyone on the other side is a master. He was not in a hurry to find a fight, but ran over directly and knocked on the tableware in the cafeteria. All the strength of the body is devoted to wreathing.

'Bang la la' there was a cacophony of sound in the cafeteria.

Ishida Mori was angry, and so was Nozawa Tsukiri on the other side. They thought they could easily take down this kid, but they didn't expect to make such a big move.

"Bastard, Yaga! Why are you stunned? Pick him up! Nozawa Tsunaki shouted angrily on the other end of the intercom, "How will you explain to the guests when the cafeteria opens tomorrow morning?" Still in business? It's a fool at the bottom, but the group at the top is the ancestor of business! ”

"Cool! It's so cool! Shirakawa couldn't help but howl head-on. I've never smashed it so heartily! It's so cool! ”

The more he heard the barking of the gang like defeated dogs, the more arrogant and deliberately provocative he became. and knocked down a row of freezers next to him, and pointed his middle finger at Ishida Mori.

Ishidamori's nose was crooked, and his cheeks on both sides bulged like a toad.

"Stop! I'm going to unload eight pieces of your kid and put them in the freezer to make frozen meat!" Mori Ishida, who had lost his mind, rushed forward.

"I'm going to make a sausage from the back of you!" Shirakawa Sixteen Nights glared back unceremoniously.

He picked up a dish with his backhand and clasped it on Ishidamori's face with a 'snap', and then made a dipping sauce, and then buckled the bowl with the condiments on Ishidamori's head.

The pepper and garlic flavor inside made Ishida Mori choke enough, and the condiments all ran down his hairspray-smeared skull, and with the dish, it dripped, looking like a tomato topping.

"Goo, goo."

At the moment, the female thugs behind him were laughing and couldn't step forward to support.

"I'm knocking, it smells so bad!"

Shirakawa put his hand in front of his nose and incited.

"Come out, come out! てめえ,I'll kill you! ”

Ishidamori's vision was obscured by the haze, and he seemed to be out of his mind and knocked on the air around him, unable to touch the north for a long time.

Shirakawa, on the other hand, jumped to the side and watched his joke quietly.

Not only Ishida Mori, but Nozawa Tsukiri, who had been witnessing all this on the surveillance, was also so angry that his lungs swelled.

One was violently beaten, one was laughing so hard that he couldn't intervene, and the other was still hesitating whether to take advantage of people's danger.

"Idiot, idiot!"

Nozawa Tsukiri threw the teacup on the ground, so he vented, and the tea splashed the person next to him. He was so angry that he almost tore his neckline, and the bodyguards on both sides didn't dare to say anything.

Are these thugs under his command all parallel goods with water in their heads?

I thought it would be easy to take down this boy, and then forced him to take addictive drugs in the same way as 'Nanko Hoshino' and 'Matsusuke Kazuki'. No one can resist that temptation, so that he can be at his mercy, and the collapse of the Sakura Club is also a matter of course, and he can even continue to slander the members of it as his own little brothers, and use the Sakura Club as the first 'secret door' to flow out of the back street as a 'product'.

But now it seems that they will actually be deflated by this teenager, and they can't finish it for half a day. The previous plan to degrade Matsusuke and lure Shirakawa over has been achieved, but he was tripped up in this foolproof piece. The time and place are favorable, and others have already fallen into the trap, but they just can't be subdued. When he arrived at his home court, he was shown off in a mess.

This feeling is no longer like a fish in the throat can be described, it is like in the throat.

"After all, his stamina is limited, and the speed and pace of his punches have slowed down, boss, you see." The bodyguard next to him analyzed the footage on the surveillance from the perspective of a professional thug.

Nozawa quickly stared at the screen and nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, although Shirakawa has been temporarily gaining the upper hand, the sweating and panting are getting heavier.

After all, he was only a middle school student, and his physical strength was not as good as that of a long-trained fitness coach and a karate fighter, and Yamashita Ramanaka's physical strength was gradually recovering, and Shirakawa beat two people in a row, without any gap, even if it was a wheel battle, it was enough to consume him to death.

The hardcore gap in strength is enough to cross all skill gaps.

If this continues, it will not be long before Shirakawa Sixteen Nights will fall. Although the process was a little tortuous, the result was no exception.

Nozawa Tsukiri breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want us to go down too?" The bodyguard next to him asked. "Sending more people can ensure that you can take down that kid without fail."

Nozawa Tsukiri waved his hand, "Okay, let's go together." Although I was a little aggrieved, I was not angry at all when I thought about how I could handle this kid after he lay down. ”

The bodyguard was about to rush down the elevator to give Shirakawa the final blow at the end of the crossbow, when Nozawa Tsukiri's phone rang, and the number was dialed from the front desk.

"Say."

"Boss, there's a guest in the living room."

"Idiot! Tell me this half-big! Nozawa reprimanded mercilessly.

"But Kitaikezaki knew him, and according to Kitaikezaki, was a member of the Sakura Society."

"What?" Nozawa cut his eyebrows upside down.

"According to our plan, we will use Matsusuke and Ki to call the officials of the Sakura Club to control the part, but we haven't reached that point yet, right?"

"Yes."

"That's weird."

"Boss, is this person just asking to come here for leisure in a normal way, do you want to accept him?"

"Let me think about it......" Nozawa pushed his forehead in pain.

"By the way, what about Matsusuke and Ki? How's going on his side? Nozawa asked the people around him again.

"Boss, didn't you ask Seto Ichiro to take him to the 'box'?"

"I don't usually see these gangsters come to the door, but this time someone happened to come, which is a bit interesting. Let's go, go to his side! Nozawa Tsunaki patted the armrest of his leather chair and stood up.

"What about the guests below?"

"On the grounds that the business is closed, don't let the man in first."