The two walked out of the sushi restaurant, and the tall black man disguised as a chef was still handing out flyers, no matter who he saw passing by, he always looked like he saw an acquaintance, and said "long time no see" to the other party, Sakura giggled again, and then laughed so much that his stomach began to hurt.

"Yo, little brother, would you like to join this interesting chat room?"

Just as the two of them were walking in the shopping street outside the sushi restaurant, a voice that sounded flirtatious came from behind.

Turning around, it was a dark-haired man wearing an out-of-season fur-collared jacket.

"Do we know each other?" Kyosuke Hojo asked strangely, are the people in Ikebukuro so familiar?

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Orihara Rinya, and I run an information house, so you can ask me about anything about Shinjuku and Ikebukuro."

Orihara, who claimed to be an intelligence merchant, also gave a chest salute, and then lightly handed a business card to Kyosuke Hojo with two fingers.

Kyosuke Hojo took the business card casually, and Sakura also leaned over his little head to look at it together.

On the white piece of cardboard is simply written three lines:

"Orihara Linya, an intelligence peddler, phone 83709287"

"So, what's the matter with me?" Playing with the business card in his hand, Kyosuke Hojo asked.

Strange out-of-season dressing, intelligence mongers. And the smell that exudes all over the body, like black goji berries, frivolous and unpredictable.

As long as there is one item, it can be determined that it is a troublemaker, and with so many elements combined, Kyosuke Hojo just wants to pull Sakura and turn his head and leave.

Although the tone of Hojo Kyosuke's voice didn't seem to have changed, Sakura, as a childhood sweetheart, had already heard the unkindness in his words, so the girl obediently took Hojo Kyosuke's hand at the moment and hid behind him without saying a word.

"Well, one is to expand your business, and the other is to recommend you an interesting chat room as I told you at the beginning."

Orihara rinya touched the inside of his coat with his right hand, took out another card, and handed it to Kyosuke Hojo.

“dollars？” The card is followed by a string of URLs.

American knife? Seeing the words on the card, Hojo Kyosuke suddenly became interested, isn't this the place to make money?

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't the dollar of the American knife, it's just, you know, the neon people's unique borrowing culture." Orihara also explained.

"Oh, I'm not interested." As he spoke, Kyosuke Hojo was about to reach out and return the card to the other party.

"This ......" Orihara was about to say something, but a roar interrupted him.

"Pro~also~old~brother!" Word by word, tyrannical words came from an unknown place, and along with the words, there was a metal trash can.

Well? What the hell is a metal trash can?

Kyosuke Hojo turned his head to look at the huge metal trash can in the air that was coming towards them with the sound of breaking wind. Not to be exact, but to them, but to the Orihara Rinya.

Pulling Sakura in his arms, he quickly jumped to the side, although they were not the target, but Orihara Lin was too close to them, and Kyosuke Hojo was afraid of injuring Sakura by mistake.

Orihara Lin didn't react as quickly as he did, and he was suddenly smashed.

Tsk, Kyosuke Hojo glanced at the trash can, solid, it seemed to be made of steel, roughly estimated to be 30kg up.

At this time, Kyosuke Hojo had the time to see which macho man actually used the trash can as a weapon.

"Hey, Kyosuke, that's the waiter's uniform, right?"

Sakura also looked curiously at the person who came over, she was not frightened in the slightest, because she believed that Kyosuke Hojo would never let himself be harmed, as he had done for so many years.

The macho man who came over was close to 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair, a pair of sunglasses at night, a white shirt, a black vest, black trousers, and a black bow tied on his chest.

"Ah, probably, black and white people can be sushi immortals, and it's normal for the waiter to be stronger, right?" Kyosuke Hojo looked at the standard waiter dress and couldn't refute it.

The two were discussing with relish, and the blonde waiter walked over with long legs, and said to Orihara Rinya:

"Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to come to Ikebukuro again? Pro ~ also ~ old ~ brother! "A tyrannical voice, a fierce smile.

"Xiaojing, aren't you working at the West Exit?"

Orihara Lin had already pushed away the trash can that was pressed on his body and stood up, holding his arm that was hit by the front of the trash can, and said with an ugly smile on his face.

Xiao Jing?

Hearing this cute title, Kyosuke Hojo and Sakura Yamauchi glanced at each other, then laughed at the same time, and pulled their hands tightly together.

Hearing the laughter next to him, the macho man known as Xiao Jing had a blue tendon on his forehead. However, he didn't trouble Hojo Kyosuke and the others, but chose to pour all his anger on Orihara Linya.

"I've been fired a long time ago, and besides, I said you weren't allowed to call me that, I have the name Shizuo Heiwajima."

"Oh, it turned out to be Shizuo Heiwajima."

Sakura clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it on the palm of his left hand, making a sudden realization, a cute mess.

"But, Kyosuke, this man doesn't seem peaceful or quiet?" Sakura whispered in Kyosuke Hojo's ear.

"Ah, this probably represents the expectations of his parents, and besides, the surname is Heiwajima because his father has this surname."

Kyosuke Hojo pushed Sakura's little head away a little, and the warm and hot breath from that little mouth, with the sobriety of the dewdrops, kept hitting him.

"Hey, I said you two, give me a little bit of moderation!"

Listening to the muttering of the two, the blue tendons in the corners of the eyes of the macho brother Hei and Shizuo Island bulged, and he turned his head and roared angrily at Hojo Kyosuke.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Sakura hurriedly bowed, and Kyosuke Hojo smiled apologetically.

"I hate it, Xiao Jing, I used to let you carry the black pot, and you are still angry?"

Orihara Lin also seemed to have relieved the pain in his body, and put on that angry frivolity on his face again.

"I'm not angry, I just want to beat you up."

Shizuo Heiwajima made a sound as if he was suppressing something, then reached out and grabbed the highway sign on the side of the road, and with a slight force, pulled it up with the cement below.

"Really? Is this really something that humans can do? ”

Seeing this scene, Yamauchi Sakura's eyes widened.

Unlike Sakurara's shock, Kyosuke Hojo looked thoughtful.

"So, I don't have to carry a bamboo knife everywhere in the future, right?"

What is a highway sign? It's a metal pole with a metal sign with the name of the landmark on it. This stuff can't be said to be everywhere, well, it's everywhere.

With Kyosuke Hojo's current strength, even if he can't forcibly pull out the cement block below like Shizuo Heiwajima, he can kick it off from the middle and use it as a weapon.

"You give me death!"

Shizuo Hewajima yelled and threw the highway sign as a javelin at Orihara Rinya.

It's a pity that with preparation, Orihara Lin also easily dodged away.

Then Shizuo Heiwajima lifted the vending machine next to him and threw it at Orihara Rinya again.

Tsk, the people of Ikebukuro are so happy, every day is so lively.

"Let's go Sakura."

Complaining in his heart, Hojo Kyosuke pulled Yamauchi Sakura in the direction away from the battlefield, which was also the place where he parked his motorcycle.