The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 140
"Are you trying to rob me?"

Minamoto Larimitsu looked at Huang Mao with a strange expression.

It's really not that I can't tolerate him not thinking too much.

But the yellow-haired bastard is in a very bad state now. Compared with when he was still alive and kicking just now, there are obvious red abrasions from the left side of his face to his mouth.

It seems that it was rubbed on the ground after being shot flying, and he limped when he walked, and he kept covering his stomach with his left hand. It seems that he has not recovered from the shot a while ago.

"That's right, it's a robbery! If you're sensible, hurry up! Ouch! Hurry up and hand over the money!"

Huang Mao, who had regained his arrogance, just yelled twice, but it seemed that he was pulling the wound on his mouth, and he let out a painful cry in the middle of speaking before barely threatening him.

The two gradually approached him.

But when the two were about to walk in front of Yuan Laiguang, he suddenly asked a question.

"Aren't you still alone?"

Huang Mao, who was limping, was stunned when he heard the words, his brain seemed to work involuntarily, and subconsciously replied: "His mother told him to go home for supper."

The corners of Minamoto Raiko's eyes twitched slightly.

In fact, he could see from just now that these gangsters are not skilled in robbery at all, except for the bald head next to him who seems to be a thing.

The yellow-haired man in front of him could only yell, and the other one stood there daring not to make a sound.

Moreover, they have already surrounded the other girls and did not do anything. They are still standing there to explain that they only rob money and not sex.

It is estimated that the bad guys in high school are more skilled than them.

Is this for robbery?
Beggars are more skilled than you.

Minamoto Larimitsu sighed after thinking about it, then took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a Fukuzawa Yukichi handed it over, smiled and looked at the yellow hair in front of him and said: "Take it and buy something delicious, go home early."

His actions didn't look like he was being robbed at all.

On the contrary, it is like tipping the waiter after going to a high-end restaurant.

Huang Mao looked at the [-] yuan bill handed over in front of him, with a flattering smile on his face, and subconsciously wanted to catch it, but then he reacted, slapped his hand away fiercely, covered his stomach and said sharply:

"Are you looking down on our professionalism?"

"If you say robbery, it must be robbery! What do you mean by giving us money? Are you treating us like beggars from Gion! Who are you standing here looking down on? Think I can value this little money? "

"I was in the Shangjing district back then"

"Ah Xing!" The bald man standing next to him finally couldn't bear it any longer, stopped talking endlessly, and said in a low voice, frowning his thick eyebrows, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Huang Mao, who was suddenly yelled back, shut up immediately, and felt a little wronged in his heart, but he didn't mean to refute his elder brother, but he still looked at Minamoto Raimitsu with a sullen face, as if he was very indignant at his charity.

Seeing the younger brother quietly shut his mouth, the bald man nodded in satisfaction, then moved to Minamoto Raiko, stared at him with sinister eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"Being a hero? Is it cool?"

"I didn't take it that way, did I?"

Minamoto Raimitsu answered while lowering his right hand.

It really didn't work out.

Originally, they were just following the few morals left in their hearts, coupled with the social habits developed in the previous life, so they stood up and wanted to stop them.

But who would have thought that the girl threw a two-meter long knife backhand, and turned the gangster into a rag doll with one blow, and the situation changed drastically in an instant.

"Give me a show."

The bald man crossed his arms, his expression calmed down again, and he said with drooping eyelids, "Now you squat down and give us a Thomas full spin, and then hand over the money, and I can let you go."

His tone was very calm.

Standing there is also very stable.

It seemed that he was not among the people who were scared away by Mu Chuanquan's two-meter-long sword just now.

Just staring at Minamoto Raimiko so firmly, as if he had already pinched him in the palm of his hand, pinching him to death whenever he wanted.

"I do not know."

Minamoto Raimitsu gave the answer.

"Do not jump?"

The bald man's drooping eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly there was an unspeakable sense of oppression, and the flesh on his face trembled as he spoke:

"It seems that I don't plan to cooperate anymore. I have seen young people like you before."

The dull and sinister voice stopped abruptly.

When the bald man landed in Minamoto Raimiko's sight, he smiled and took out a pistol from the right, and then raised it in his direction in just a moment.

The dark hole instantly approached.

Make the pupils of the bald man constrict.

It's like falling into a black hole with infinite suction.

Minamoto Raimiko took the lead to break this state, put the pistol on the opponent's forehead, put his finger on the side of the trigger lightly, and said with a smile: "Guess I am a prop?"

Looking at the bald man like a goose with its neck stuck.

The words in my throat can no longer come out.

There was a realization in his heart.

Sure enough.

No Iai is as good as my American Iai.

Minato narrowed his eyes.

"Click-"

The right hand holding the gun slowly buckled the safety.

The thimble made a crisp clicking sound.

The flesh on the bald man's face trembled following the sound.

A chill went straight to the bone marrow from the outside to the inside.

"calm down!"

The bald man lost his deep look just now, and quickly raised his hands and shouted at Yuan Laiguang, for fear that he would collapse himself if he didn't pay attention.

Ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference.

But Kumamoto Cang came from that era. Although he was just a bag boy at that time, at least he could tell if it wasn't a real gun.

Just based on the crisp sound of pulling the trigger just now, he didn't dare to bet on whether Minamoto Raimitsu was an imitation gun. If it was, then there would be no problem.

But what if not! ?

The gentle evening wind blows over the body through the gap in the cuffs.

But Kumamoto warehouse felt only a cold chill.

This kind of fear and fear of insufficient firepower made this deep-tempered elder brother break out in cold sweat, his thick calves began to swing, and he tried to persuade him in a panic as he stepped back:

"Brother, you are still very young, you must not go on the road of crime!"

"Squat down and do a full Thomas spin."

Minamoto said with a blank face.

The bald man froze when he heard the words, but he reacted very quickly without any hesitation. He squatted on the ground and began to perform Thomas' full spin, but because he was scared and backed away while doing it, his right foot was kicked several times. They all tripped over their left foot, and fell several big asses on the ground.

Minamoto Raimitsu continued: "Do it while rolling."

As if he had received an order from his superiors, the bald man's actions as Thomas became more rapid.

Seeing the bald man using his left foot to trip his right foot and gradually rolling away, Minamoto Raimitsu didn't intend to chase after him, but turned his gun and pointed it at the yellow hair who was about to slip away quietly.

"Did I let you go?"

Minato Raikou asked with a smile.

Obviously a nice smile.

But in Huangmao's eyes, it turned into a devil's smile.

"Brother, brother, I have a bad heart."

Seeing that the gun was pointed at him, Huang Mao was so frightened that he died again. Instead of covering his stomach with his left hand, he covered his heart with his left hand. He hurriedly stepped back and explained in a hurry:
"The fish I just brought in at home haven't been sold yet, and it will be sold out early tomorrow morning, brother, can you give me another chance?"

"Do."

Minamoto's answer was simple.

The yellow-haired gangster had a bitter face when he heard the words, but he squatted down enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, and did Thomas' full spin with his hands on the ground, but he was obviously not as proficient as his elder brother, and coupled with the injury he was shot flying just now, he just rolled Grinning his teeth in pain twice.

Seeing the two disappear into the street.

Minamoto Raimitsu put the pistol back into the inventory.

He stood still and shook his head slightly.

Then walk in the direction of the main road.

Although Kyoto is not comparable to the city that never sleeps in Tokyo, there are still many shops that are still open on the main roads, and there are more traffic to and fro.

I took a taxi for half an hour and went back to the academy.

Looking at the arrangement information sent by the Kyoto Broadcasting staff on his mobile phone, Minamoto Yorimitsu thought that he would meet with Oyakudai Chayin tomorrow, and thought about possible situations and his own countermeasures.

Dialing Xiaomu Seimei again failed.

Minamoto Raimiko fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.

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