After sending Miss Hinata away, Makoto Kyushu continued to do chores in the store.

It was late at night, many customers were drunk, and today's business came to an end.

Kyushu Cheng passed by a wine table and saw a guest girl leaning on the male public relations with the "Claude" hairstyle, and smiled drunkly: "Shengya, I'm so happy today!" ”

"Eh, I'm glad you said that~" The male publicist named Shengya pursed his lips and smiled, and asked, "Then do you want to open another bottle of wine?" ”

"Okay, just bring me a bottle of Charole'tto~" The guest girl said, pointing to the menu.

Shengya saw Makoto Kyushu standing on the side, so he ordered: "Koharu, bring the POS machine!" ”

Makoto Kyushu took out the machine from his pocket, and the guest girl also took out her credit card and swiped it.

However, the POS machine sounded a "beep" fault sound, indicating that the payment failed.

"Huh? Is it already blowing up? The guest girl covered her mouth in surprise: "Or... Forget it today, right? ”

"Then you owe the bill first, and my dear will make up the money next time, right?" Shengya put his arm around the guest girl and insisted on proposing.

"But... The cost of living this month has been..."The guest girl looked wobbly.

"Hey, don't bother! Just think it's your birthday today, and celebrate it with a little indulgence, isn't it~? Shengya stepped up his offensive and kept whispering in the girl's ear.

As he spoke, Seiya shoved a bill into the girl's hand.

"Don't hesitate, dear~" Shengya said meaningfully: "Look, the guests at the other tables today also want to name me over, but I rejected them all and have been with my dear?" ”

The girl held the pen tremblingly and slowly applied the tip of the pen to the signature of the bill.

"This young lady, don't force yourself." At this time, Kyushu Cheng reminded in a low voice: "Spend money according to your ability, and letting you overspend is not an act of loving you." ”

The girl's wrist shook as if she had woken up from a dream, and she let go of the pen in her hand.

"That's... Sure enough, it's better to forget it today, right? The girl looked at Shengya in embarrassment and said, "If this continues, I won't be able to pay the rent this month." ”

The girl got up with an embarrassed look on her face, ready to leave.

"Honey, at least let me send you home!" Saint also got up and tried to hold on.

"No need, I want to be quiet!" The girl pushed away the male PR and ran out alone.

"Koharu, what the hell are you doing!" Shengya turned his head to glare at Makoto Kyushu, his voice was serious and angry: "Don't disturb my work, stinky little ghost!" ”

"I don't want to get in the way of you, it's just that the guest has no money, and it's too much for you to squeeze her, right?" Makoto Kyushu clasped his arms and confronted him calmly:

"Although I know that your job is to make money from women, you must also have a degree, and you can't ruin her normal life, right?"

"You know what? Damn imp! Sheng was completely angry, pointed at him and scolded, "What if she has no money? I'll introduce her to a job and pay her back! ”

"Do you mean the custom shop that is the opposite of us down the street?" Kyushu Cheng frowned and became gloomy: "By the way, you can still earn a commission if you introduce her in, right?" ”

"It's your business, stinky Haru!" Shengye threatened: "You guy dares to harm my good deeds, I can't spare you!" ”

"It just so happens that I am often "taken care of" by my predecessors, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to repay you~" Kyushu Cheng rolled up his sleeves and did not retreat.

Hearing the commotion, the other male publicists gathered over and asked, "What's the matter, Shengya?" ”

"Koharu drove my guests away." Shengya picked his chin and said with hatred.

"What are you doing, Koharu!" A tall and thin male publicist stepped forward and unceremoniously shoved Kyushu Cheng: "Don't meddle in our work casually, you waiter!" ”

The hedgehog-headed man's public relations also fanned the flames: "It's also this kid who made Emmi-chan cry today, I think it's okay to let the store manager fire him?" ”

The male publicists glared at Makoto Kyushu with hostile eyes, which made him quite unhappy.

Anyway, these seniors have been bullying themselves in the workplace for a long time, so instead of continuing to make such a tepid fuss, it is better to kick open the skylight and say something bright.

"I'm going to blow the wind in the alley at the back door, so calm down." Makoto Kyushu grabbed an umbrella, then knocked off the shoulder of a male publicist and walked straight to the back door.

"He wants us to follow?" The hedgehog-headed man PR said curiously.

"Definitely provoking us!" The tall and thin man PR frowned and thought.

"Anyway, the camera on the back door has long been broken, I'm going to teach this kid a lesson!" Seiya clenched his fists and walked to the back door first.

In this way, the five male publicists followed Makoto Kyushu to the dim alley behind the bar.

"Chuncheon, go die!" Seiya clenched his fist and smashed it into Makoto Kyushu's face with a menacing attitude.

However, Makoto Kyushu put on a boxing dodge stance and avoided the opponent's attack.

"Bang!"

He kicked Seiya in the knee, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several other male publicists also besieged him.

Kyushu Cheng was a martial artist in his previous life, and he also assisted the police in several anti-crime operations, that is, he dealt with underworld people.

On the other hand, although these male public relations officers can be called "social people", they have not undergone professional combat training, and their movements are exaggerated and vain. In Makoto Kyushu's eyes, they are simply a group of innocent and naïve puppies, without any deterrent.

Makoto Kyushu easily dodged their attacks and kicked them hard at weak points such as knees or livers.

Within a few rounds, the male publicists fell to the ground and wailed.

Makoto Kyushu walked up to Seiya, grabbed him by the collar, and asked, "Do you hate me very much?" ”

"Of course I hate you! Why do you do such an easy job, but you can get such a high salary! The saint also scolded, unwillingly: "Why! Is it because you're an orphan? ”

The colleagues in the store actually knew about Makoto Kyushu's family situation, and they also knew that the store manager was secretly taking care of him. But even so, they can't help but be jealous of Makoto Kyushu.

Kyushu Cheng, a miscellaneous ghost who has no business ability, how can he get a higher basic salary than them? Just because there is no father and no mother?

"It seems that the contradictions between us are irreconcilable." Hearing this, Kyushu Makoto raised his eyebrows and laughed helplessly, laughing very relieved, which made Shengya's back spine cold:

"I'll admit that I was able to work here because of the kindness of the manager, and it's understandable that you don't get what I work for. That's why I've been patiently not having conflicts with you at work, just to save face for the store manager and you. However, I will not tolerate it blindly! ”

Kyushu Cheng raised the umbrella in his hand, his eyes gradually became fierce, and there was a mad wolf in his dark pupils.

"Don't you immoral fellows know that you have committed the crime of "workplace harassment"?"

He picked up his umbrella and stabbed it hard in Seiya's stomach.

"Gooh How dare you..."

"For those of you who don't know how to respect juniors and guests, it is necessary for me to revise your thinking, and I can't let you harm others anymore." Kyushu Makoto's tone was very calm, but it was as calm as a volcano that would erupt at any time, and it was terrifying:

"I'm going to reason with you. After all, you provoked me first, so all this is also self-inflicted, don't have any complaints! ”

……

Ten minutes later, Kyushu Cheng threw off his umbrella and coldly ordered his colleagues:

"I don't want to stop you from making money, but I also ask you to leave a way for your guests to live, and I can't stand your greedy look. Also, I'm a weak man who is very afraid of workplace violence, so I hope you can get along with me well in the future, do you understand? ”

At this time, a male public relations man lying on the ground, covered in dust, shouted unwillingly: "Chuncheon! Don't even think about it! You wait for me! ”

Kyushu Makoto thought about it, walked back again, picked up the umbrella and stabbed the male publicist's stomach fiercely, so painful that he screamed strangely, and he was about to cough up his internal organs.

"What do you mean don't think about it? Are you going to take revenge on me? Are you going to call a bunch of ruffians to teach me a lesson? Kyushu Makoto reached out and grabbed the male publicist's hair, took out plastic scissors from his pocket with the other hand, and stared at him with a wicked gaze:

"I'm a timid man, and I'm afraid of reprisals. Since you've said this, I'm going to leave you alive. ”

Makoto Kyushu put the art scissors against the face of the male publicist, and asked, "Oh yes, do you have family and friends?" I'm also afraid that they will come to take revenge on me, so I will visit them at a later date~"

"I... I, I, I, I..."Hearing this sudden terrifying speech, and seeing the scissor blade close at hand, the male public relations suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he only felt creepy, his throat was difficult to breathe, and he subconsciously clamped his legs.

At this moment, he only felt that Kyushu Cheng's eyes were a hundred times more fierce than the few "brothers on the road" he knew, and there was no joke in his words, as if he was going to stab the scissors in the next second.

Other colleagues lying on the ground also looked at him with begging eyes for mercy and motioned for him to quickly relent.

The male publicist hurriedly stuttered and defended: "I... I'm kidding! I won't tell the store manager about this, and I won't hold a grudge! Please... I know it's wrong, spare me! ”

"Really? So for the sake of the store manager, you have all picked up a life~" Makoto Kyushu loosened the hair of the male public relations and put away the scissors:

"I just want to work here in peace, I don't want to offend anyone, I don't want to cause trouble to the store manager, and I don't want to abscond with murder after getting rid of a few social scourges. Do you understand my suffering? ”

Makoto Kyushu paced away, leaving only the male publicists lying in the alley in a mess, covering their bruises, twisting their bodies like insects and struggling, moaning in pain from their mouths, but only the fear of the aftermath was left in their eyes.