At this time, the two were in a residential area outside the downtown area of Shinjuku, and the surrounding traffic was gradually thinning, except for white street lamps separated by a few meters to set off the silence of the night.

In this empty and deep street, a strange figure walked briskly towards them—towards Lianggong Tsubaki, to be exact.

The figure gradually walked under the aperture of the street lamp, and Kyushu Makoto finally saw his face clearly.

It was a short man of less than 1.6 meters, wearing a kendo robe and bamboo armor on his shoulders. His face was obscured by a white ghost mask that looked suspicious of Prajna, and the appearance of bloody fangs was truly terrifying.

Most alarmingly, the short man has a single-edged sword at his waist and looks like he is playing the samurai Coser.

Suzumiya also noticed this short samurai. She subconsciously took a step back and joked to Makoto Kyushu:

"Is there an event like a samurai exhibition nearby? How could anyone dress like this? ”

Kyushu Cheng's heartbeat suddenly became agitated. Martial arts instincts told him that this short samurai had a heavy aura on him.

"Sister Hazel, come here." Kyushu Cheng held the umbrella and said in a loud voice, "Retreat behind me." ”

Whether this person is a samurai coser or not, it never hurts to keep your distance from such strange people.

"Okay, I know~" Suzumiya was also frightened by this strange-looking man, so he pouted and turned around and walked towards Kyushu Makoto.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and the short samurai suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed to the front of Liang Gong with an arrow step.

Liang Gong Chu was frightened by the other party's abrupt actions, and was stunned for a while.

"Whew——!"

The blade burst out of his body, and a blinding cold glow bloomed under the illumination of the street lamp - just by looking at it, Kyushu Makoto recognized that this was not some cosplay prop weapon, but a real metal katana, that is, a controlled knife!

"Women are all demons who confuse the crowd, and they deserve to be punished by heaven!" The dwarf samurai raised his sword aloft, and a hoarse and human-like exhilaration, cries out from under his mask.

"Sister Hazel, stand back!" Makoto Kyushu's eyes cracked, and every nerve in his body exploded instantly, grabbing an umbrella and running towards her.

"Puff ——!"

Makoto Kyushu is still a step too late. Even though Suzumiya Tsubaki subconsciously retreated one step at a time, the dwarf samurai's blade slashed straight at her chest.

The sound of flesh tearing rang in my ears, and the red liquid splashed irregularly, intertwining with the white light.

Makoto Kyushu faintly smelled a pungent fishy smell. Mixed with the faint fragrance of maple leaves.

Suzumiya was chopped to the ground, covering the blood on his chest in pain. Seeing that she was not despairing, the dwarf samurai raised his katana aloft and prepared to slash at her neck.

"Evil beast, I'll kill you!"

As soon as the blade was raised above his head, Makoto Kyushu rushed into the arms of the dwarf samurai, first using an umbrella to support the opponent's sword-holding arm, and then raised his arm and blasted an elbow to the opponent's chest.

"Bang!"

The dwarf warrior slammed his chest, and a dull scream came out of his throat, and he staggered back five or six steps.

Makoto Kyushu hurriedly glanced at Suzumiya Chun, who had fallen to the ground. She looked pained, her chest heaving violently. It is estimated that the knife just now has cut the bones, but fortunately, it was not killed directly, and there is still a chance to rescue.

Who the hell is this gangster dressed as a samurai, and why did he attack Sister Tsubaki? Is it a purposeful vendetta or is it a random killing that simply wants to take revenge on society? Makoto Kyushu's heart was confused.

The most strange thing for him was that he elbowed the gangster, and he didn't feel the touch of the sternum at all, but felt as if he was hitting a pure hard muscle.

But there's no time to think about these issues right now. What he has to do now is to save Sister Hazuko. and subduing this knife-wielding gangster.

Since the other party moved to kill first, he also attacked Sister Hazel... Even if such a person is accidentally killed, he is to blame.

The dwarf samurai took a stance as he regained his footing, a monstrous roar coming out of his throat.

Kyushu Makoto put the umbrella in front of him to defend, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and turned on the SOS emergency call function.

[Hello, what's going on?] 】

"We were attacked by knife-wielding gangsters, and one person was seriously injured and needed first aid!" Kyushu Cheng shouted into his mobile phone and reported his current location.

Before he could finish speaking, the short samurai raised his sword and struck at Makoto Kyushu quickly.

"Those who stop me will be punished by heaven!" The dwarf samurai roared hoarsely, raised his sword and slashed at Makoto Kyushu's face.

Kyushu Cheng decisively threw out the phone and smashed it on the other party's blade.

The blade of the vertical chop was smashed crookedly, and Makoto Kyushu stepped forward, waved the umbrella and hooked the opponent's arm with the curved handle, and then approached and stomped on the opponent's toe with his heel.

Strangely enough, the other person's toes don't have any bone touch, as if they were made purely of muscle.

"Hmm" The short samurai wanted to push him away, but Kyushu Makoto quickly took out the art scissors and plunged them all into the opponent's chest.

Immediately afterwards, Kyushu Cheng's shoulders were locked, his body suddenly sank, and his whole body weight drove the scissors all the way down from the opponent's chest.

It's a weird muscle touch, and you can't feel the presence of bones at all. But Kyushu Makoto can't manage so much anymore, he must subdue the gangsters in the most brutal way, and then go to give first aid to Tsukiya Tsuki, lest she can't survive the ambulance.

The scissors quickly tore downward, and all the way to the gangster's abdomen was stuck, and Kyushu Makoto simply twisted the handle, so that the plastic blade broke directly into the opponent's body.

The dwarf samurai's kendo suit was cut, revealing a light purple skin that looked like a dead corpse.

Amazingly, the samurai's scissor-cut wound did not shed a drop of blood, but a small amount of black smoke floated out, and the inside of the wound was also bottomless black.

Kyushu Makoto looked stunned. The dwarf samurai also raised his foot and kicked him away, and the two took a few steps back and separated.

"What the hell are you monster?" Looking at the other party's weird black wound, Kyushu Makoto's heart seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't help beating wildly.

His common sense told him that the guy in front of him couldn't be called a "human" at all, but some kind of monster with a human appearance.

"Heavenly punishment!" The short samurai seemed to be fine, completely unaware of the deep wound on his chest, and once again raised his sword and struck at Kyushu Makoto.

"Blame... Seeing this situation, Kyushu Cheng suddenly felt a trace of fear, like his heart being pinched by a withered hand.

This is the instinctive reaction of human beings when faced with the unknown.

Kyushu Makoto already has the intention of retreating, and he has no confidence to defeat this "unknown" enemy.

So to run away? Makoto Kyushu thought in his heart.

Yes, it's best to turn around and run away at this time. When faced with an enemy who is not sure to be defeated, running away is the right thing to do... That's what Master taught him.

As for Sister Tsubaki. I'm sorry, I'll just let her die for herself.

The idea of passively abandoning the war kept floating in Kyushu Makoto's mind, and the secretion of dopamine began to be suppressed, and martial arts and intuition were frantically transmitting the message of "escape" to him.

"But. . . She said she was going to Kyoto, get a serious job, and live a normal life." Kyushu Makoto muttered in a trill, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly:

"If she dies, won't her efforts be in vain?"

The dwarf samurai's sword was already slashing at his face. Kyushu Cheng gritted his teeth, a cold glint burst out in his eyes, and he quickly sank down and threw himself into the other party's arms.

"Poof." The blade slashed at Makoto Kyushu's back - fortunately, his sprint was fast enough, so it was only a shallow cut from the middle and lower part of the blade.

"Fuck the beast, why should she die! You deserve to die for me! ”

Makoto Kyushu roared angrily, ignoring the pain of the knife cut on his back, and grabbed the crotch of the short samurai and was about to fall him to the ground.

(End of chapter)