"Big brother!"

The thugs said a word to the flower shirts that couldn't get up again on the ground, and surrounded the Fujii tree who was alone.

Fujii grabbed the arm of one of the lucky ones, twisted his body, raised his foot to press the opponent's knee, and made a standard judo knee move, standing directly and throwing the person to the ground.

Hit with two baseball bats from the gangsters on his back, Fujii Tree was slightly in pain, his body's ability to resist blows was not the same as before practicing football, and he picked up the guy who attacked him just now, threw his back on his back, fully touched the opponent's back with the hard asphalt road, and fell into dizziness.

In the crowd, Fujii Tree seemed to be in full bloom, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Azusa Hase, who was about to call the police.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Spare us!"

"We were wrong, we don't dare anymore!"

In less than two minutes, seven thugs with baseball bats and steel pipes rolled on the ground and begged for mercy, and Fujii's face was also bruised, and his body was even more bruised.

"Judo: LV2/15%, gain 0.12 free attribute."

The actual battle gave a lot of experience and rewards, Fujii Shu planned to save it for a later distribution, he picked up the collar of the flower shirt on the ground, and interrogated a few words, but still found nothing.

"We usually do things like collecting protection money, watching the scene, fighting, etc., after receiving instructions from the boss, but the boss has always not shown his true face, and we don't know what he looks like? I only know that his name is Ueno Nariaki, maybe it's also a pseudonym. ”

After collecting the information revealed by the flower shirt, Fujii did not choose to call the police, but picked up the baseball bat and smiled at the flower shirt with a blank face.

"You just said you were going to abolish my two legs, and now I'm not as cruel as you, so I'll only break one of your legs."

"Stop, stop! Stop!!! The eldest brother, the younger one still has hundreds of thousands of yuan in change, and he is willing to give it. ”

Hua Shirt decisively confessed, took out his wallet, took out a large number of 10,000 yen bills, and tried to use the money to buy Fujii Shu to let him go.

"Want to bribe me? That's not enough sincerity. ”

Fujii took the money unexpectedly, as if he was not satisfied.

"You guys, take out all the money."

The playful floral shirt made his men take out a large handful of bills, and only gray professionals like them would often carry large amounts of cash.

Fujii took all the orders, stood up, spilled the money in his hand, raised the baseball bat, and folded the right leg of the flower shirt.

"Ahhh

Hana Shirt looked up in disbelief, and Fujii threw away the baseball bat and spoke slowly.

"This money should be used as your medical bills, no problem, right?"

To deal with this kind of gangster, it is to let him know the price of offending himself, Hua Shirt did not dare to be stiff-mouthed, and nodded in pain in recognition of his words.

"The next time you see me, you need to prepare your own wheelchair in advance."

Dropping the last warning, Fujii Shu turned around indifferently and did not call the police again, such a lesson is more useful than what police come.

"Fujii-san, is this really good? Don't call the police? ”

Azusa Hase, when she parted from him in front of her house, plucked up the courage to ask.

"The bad guys have learned a lesson, and it is more direct than looking for the police, and the bureaucrats of the island countries do not even dare to shoot the cult leader who put sarin gas on the subway, and I don't think I can count on it."

Fujii is not the kind of person whose heart is overflowing, and he doesn't have much of a good impression of the officials of the island countries who only bow down when something happens, and are so serious that they can't hide it and sit down.

"Then they won't call the police and sue you for intentional injury?"

is as naïve as Azusa Hase, who actually asked such a simple question.

"Hase-chan, they are people who do all kinds of evil, and the last thing they want to see is the police who represent order. The rats in the gutter will also have their own underground rules, and if this kind of thing is spread, the extreme career will probably be over. ”

After Fujii finished explaining, he rode away on his bicycle and returned home, where Uncle Amami left dinner for him in the living room, and he estimated that he had gone upstairs to play a new game.

Walking into the bathroom, unscrewing the knob of the cold water, Fujii took off his clothes, his bare skin was covered with bruises, and the dripping water splashed on the surface of his body, making him hum a few times.

"Damn! It's really TM ruthless, these dogs. ”

He took off his disguise, muttered insults, and looked into the bathroom mirror, a scar on his face that had been punched.

I don't know if I can be okay tomorrow morning, and when Uncle Tianhai sees it, I will cause unnecessary trouble.

After taking a cold shower, I filled the bathtub with hot water and soaked for a while, went upstairs to find some bone-setting medicine to apply, and woke up in a heavy mood.

When I woke up the next day, there was only a shallow mark left on the scar on my face, and Fujii applied a layer of sunscreen to cover up the trace.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Riding a bicycle into the school gate and greeting passing classmates, Fujii had just locked the car in the parking shed, and Suhara, who was in the same class, was panting and pushing the bicycle that was also completely human-driven, and parked the car in the empty parking space opposite him.

"Suhara-san, where's your Honda motorcycle?"

I've always wanted to ask a question, but I finally asked it today.

"Someone stole it, just go to the bathroom, and the car is gone."

Suhara thought about it and replied indignantly.

It's no wonder that Tokyo's Cheevara thieves are also quite skilled.

Fujii didn't think much about it, the security in Tokyo was always better than the Osaka he visited when he traveled, and the murder rate was the lowest in East Asia, but the suicide rate has been high, which is a bit of a hell joke.

Back in the classroom and sat down, Miss Rin Kamiya, who was sitting on the right, was in a bad state today, her face was paler than before, she lost her blood, and her eyes were not as aggressive as before.

On the other side, the flower shirt with a broken leg last night was lying in the underground ward of the black clinic, in the dark corner, the mysterious masked man with Erlang's leg crossed lit a cigarette, and the atmosphere was a little solidified.

"So, you confessed to me?"

The young man in the blue-green demon mask asked, flicking off the ashes of his cigarette and speaking in an unkind tone.

"I'm scaring him with your name, boss."

Hua Shirt didn't dare to admit the facts, and found an excuse to respond, looking at his slightly trembling appearance, he should be very afraid of the person in front of him.

"Oh? Was he frightened? How so? How? ”

The masked man didn't think so, this little bit of caution, but he couldn't hide it, he was also attacked last night, coincidentally, not long after the failure of the flower shirt.

"He said, don't let him see me again, he should be in awe of your name, boss, and he is afraid that he won't dare to contact us again."

The reason for the flower shirt is very whimsical, and it is not boundary, but the masked man not only did not get angry after hearing it, but laughed out loud, stepped forward and patted the top of the other party's head, and said.

"Then when you recover from your injuries, you will meet him again and see if he is afraid."

"I..."

The flower shirt hesitantly dragged out his tone, but the reflex that he had cultivated for a long time still made him nod his head in agreement.