The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 137

Fushimi District is the worst district in Kyoto Prefecture.

Due to historical reasons, Fushimi Ward is a castle town with convenient transportation and complete living functions, and the rent is so cheap that it can be called the most cost-effective location in Kyoto.

Therefore, it has the largest population.

But population also represents chaos.

In the early days of the bubble economy, when Yakuza was still being toileted by those rich and powerful, Fushimi District was the base camp of Kyoto Yakuza, and gangsters with black and blue tattoos could be seen almost everywhere, and the number of deaths reported was also the highest in the whole prefecture.

It has been ranked first in the list of poor law and order in Kyoto Prefecture all the year round.

Even now, the crime rate is the highest.

Certainly not so many violent killings.

Basically, someone whose car was stolen, or cats and dogs got lost, it was hard to even see blood, the worst would be a small-scale robbery, even robbery without violence, it would be nice to have a knife and swing it twice.

As for the original Jidao organization, it has long since disappeared.

When the toilet is out of function, it is naturally reduced to everyone screaming and beating.

The so-called system is a system that determines the distribution of resource benefits. In the past, Ji Dao could enjoy the benefits of it as a matter of course, but now it has almost become a synonym for everyone to trample on.

After the economic crisis passed, the poles switched careers one after another.

Most of them went to the construction site, as well as those who set up stalls to sell fish, or those who rode tricycles to pull goods.

In short, it was good to have a job at that time, and being able to support yourself was the greatest dignity, and it didn't matter if it was decent or not.

Jobs like these are done daily. Going to the construction site to move bricks can also exercise your body. Some of them are good gangsters and even become foremen. They are especially suitable for gangsters to do. The work is simple and fun.

Of course, this is all the old calendar.

So now you see a real bastard?

"Pull out all the money on your body, we are not interested in your people, but if you don't want to pay, don't blame us for being rude."

"That's right, take out the money quickly. A little girl needs to have this kind of awareness when walking at night. We won't make it difficult for you, but if you don't want to, then you will bear the consequences."

"Little girl, quickly take out the money!"

Um?Pretty professional.

Robbery is not robbery, right?
After Minamoto Raimiko got a little closer, he heard the threatening words of a few gangsters, and at the same time, he could clearly see the appearance and clothing of several people.

The ages of the three gangsters generally seem to be relatively old. Among them, the most popular one is a yellow-haired man who looks 27 or [-] years old, and the other one agrees with this and his eyes are slightly wary.

And the middle-aged man in the middle has a bald head, his bald scalp is shiny by the dilapidated street lamps, he looks at the side face with several horizontal flesh, he is also tall and burly, holding the tattoos on his arms It looks scary too.

Just
The cheap suit has several large holes.

It seriously affected the bald man's aura of extreme boss, and even the buttocks of his pants had some torn slits, revealing a little of the inner fabric.

It still seems to be red.

Minamoto Raimitsu also saw the girl who was blackmailed.

The girl is very tall, with short hair just past the ear, and the bangs on the forehead are also very long.

But it just hangs down on the tip of the nose naturally, it doesn't cover the thin cheeks, but because the head is slightly lowered, the face can't be seen clearly.

It's just that Minamoto Laiguang paid special attention to it.

On the back of the short-haired girl was a long object wrapped in brown linen, which was specially tied with hemp rope. It seemed to be taller than the girl's height, but I didn't know what it was.

The girls just kept silent in the face of blackmail.

There is no verbal expression.

Just hang your hands down a little bit.

"It seems that he is unwilling to cooperate."

The bald man said lightly when he saw this.

Then he beckoned.

"Ashin."

"Understood, brother!"

The yellow hair beside him replied, with a ferocious look on his face, he clenched his fists and walked towards the short-haired girl: "You kid didn't listen."

"Excuse me, are you guys filming a movie, and it's a scene where girls are blackmailed in the middle of the night?"

Just when Huang Mao clenched his fist with a grim smile, and just two steps closer to the girl, a questioning male voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The voice stopped everyone's movements.

It also brought everyone's attention to the past.

Under everyone's gaze, a thin young man came slowly from the darkness, he didn't seem to care about their atmosphere at all, but walked slowly towards this side with a decent smile on his face.

He smiled and asked while walking.

"Why didn't I see where the camera was?"

The bald man frowned, stared at Minamoto Raimiko with fierce eyes, and said in a deep voice after a while: "Boy, don't meddle in your own business, understand?"

He is not a fool.

Of course he knew that what the young man said was a joke.

Coming here at this moment is just a mess.

"Brother, this kid seems to be recording!"

Huang Mao beside him suddenly said something.

The leader's bald head frowned even more when he heard the words. Only then did he realize that the young man was holding his mobile phone in his hand and was facing this way. There was no doubt that he was making a video.

And it's been recording since it first appeared
The bald man's heart gradually sank.

After a moment of silence, he raised his chin, and the yellow hair beside him immediately understood.

"You kid, come over immediately and squat down with your head in your arms! Or if you throw your phone over now, maybe our elder brother can show kindness and let you go!"

The yellow-haired young man yelled sharply.

"What if I choose not to?"

Minato said with a smile.

"Want a hero to save the beauty?"

The bald man's eyelids just lifted slightly, and the flesh on his face moved slightly as he spoke, and he immediately had an immovable spirit.

"Still too young."

The bald man said again: "Ah Xing."

"Understood, brother."

Huangmao was not tired after being called around, and his face showed excitement again, grinning and staring at Yuan Laiguang with a gloomy smile:

"There are no cameras around here. I think you are crazy because you want to be a hero. Haven't you heard about our big brother Kumamoto Kura?"

"Noisy."

Just when Huang Mao took another two steps with a sinister smile, and was still far away from Minamoto Raimiko, the short-haired girl behind him suddenly interrupted him.

And at the moment when the voice fell.

The girl's wrist shook slightly, and she untied the slender hemp rope that wrapped the long thing behind her, and a cold light suddenly emerged from the brown cloth.

A naginata nearly two meters long was displayed, and it seemed very light to be held in the hand of the short-haired girl, dancing with a frightening aura.

"boom--"

The dust on the ground was lifted slightly.

The handle of the knife made a sound of gold and stone when it hit the ground.

The cold light on the blade of the naginata pierces the human eye.

Especially the naginata with a length of two meters.

The visual impact is extremely shocking!
"Leave now, I won't do anything."

The flat voice of the short-haired girl came.

As the girl's voice fell.

Everyone opened their mouths slowly.

Huang Mao's eyes almost popped out.

Even Minamoto Raikou stared.

The atmosphere fell into a stagnation for a while.

Even the flesh on the bald face trembled.

"Gollum—"

There was the sound of swallowing saliva.

It is obvious that a girl carrying a two-meter-long sword has an obvious impact on everyone.

It simply subverts ordinary people's cognition!

In the end, Huang Mao was the first to speak. He suppressed the shock in his heart, held down his wobbly legs, and shouted with a stern expression:

"You little girl, who do you want to scare! This knife is definitely a prop, right? Didn't your adults teach you that you are not allowed to take knives on the street when you go out?"

The bald man's eyes lit up.

Yes, props, must be props!

The big blade of this naginata is so bright, it must have been smeared with the glamorous oil of the theater!Maybe it's not real!Otherwise, it would have to weigh at least thirty or forty catties, how could a little girl weigh it up!
This is not in line with common sense at all!

Thinking of the bald man's mood gradually stabilizing, and his face regaining that calm and breezy look, he once again ordered to the side:

"Ah Xing, this little girl is too disobedient, go and get the props in her hand."

"yes, Sir."

Seeing that his elder brother was as stable as Mount Tai, the yellow-haired man who was still a little wobbly was immediately convinced by his normal thinking, and a smile of sure victory appeared on his face, and he approached the girl's position step by step.

Even his hand has been stretched out.

You can touch the naginata at a distance of only twenty centimeters.

"You get it for me."

Just when Huang Mao said this, the naginata in his pupils flipped quickly, and the white blade quickly rushed towards his eyes, without any time to react, he just watched it slap on his waist.

Then--

He felt like his stomach was turning upside down.

It was like being rammed hard with a hammer.

The overnight meal from the day before yesterday poured into my throat.

The sudden blunt blow made him unable to cry out in pain, only a low hoo hoo sounded from his throat, and even his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

With a strong force coming from his abdomen, he felt his body fall backward involuntarily, like a rag doll being thrown to the ground.

Hunched on the ground like a cooked prawn.

"Have you confiscated your strength again?"

The short-haired girl who was shot with the blade sideways frowned, the two-meter-long naginata fluttered twice in her hand and put it away, standing there and muttering to herself in a low voice.

"Go, go, go!"

When the bald man saw this, his eyeballs glared instantly, and the ghost was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he reacted suddenly in less than two seconds, and quickly pulled the little brother beside him back, regardless of Huang Mao's life or death.

The short-haired girl stood there holding a knife.

There is no intention of chasing.

He just watched them run away with indifferent eyes.

He held the two-meter-long naginata tightly in the palm of his hand, and the blade shrouded in the pattern of evil spirits shone brightly on the road, shining with its own sharp cold light.

"Brother, big brother, wait for me!"

Seeing this, Huangmao, who was slapped away with a knife just now, quickly got up enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, ran towards the direction of the bald man, and fell crookedly several times.

The girl with short hair just stood there.

Until a few gangsters completely disappeared in the street.

Then he shifted his gaze to the face of Minamoto Raimiko who was still holding his mobile phone not far away, and looked at it calmly for nearly ten seconds, his slender lips didn't seem to open the slightest intention to speak.

[Mu Chuanquan's dislike has increased slightly! 】

[The degree of dislike has been reversed into a reward! 】

[Please pay attention to check the inventory! 】

The prompt of the simulator suddenly appeared in the eyes.

The corresponding handwriting also slowly floated out.

The smile on Minamoto's face gradually faded.

It's no longer the meaning of laughing at the bastard just now.

Instead, his eyelids twitched and he looked at the girl with short hair.

Bad girl, are you?

Are you annoyed when I come to help you?

(End of this chapter)