Almost started supernatural daily life

(These two chapters are written as urban plots...) It's just a transition, which is reasonable to find a reason for Kasumigaoka's novel to fight the street in the early stage, and also complete the character image of Iruma)

The box door opened again, and the bodyguard walked in front of Iruma.

"My young master invited you in, but you are the only one."

Too familiar! The plots of Long Aotian's novels that Iruma had read in his previous life all unfolded like this.

"Young Master Morioka is a little sluggish in hospitality, right? So many of me, just invite me in? "

This..." The

bodyguard wanted to refuse, but the gaze behind Iruma made him dare not speak.

"Okay, let him take someone." The order inside made the bodyguard breathe a sigh of relief and lead Xie Wennan into the box.

"You stay, don't let outsiders in."

Xie Wennan had no scruples at all, and ordered his subordinates in front of others and followed him into the box.

The facilities in the private room were luxurious, but the extravagant scene imagined in the room did not appear, and a dozen young men and women sat on the sofa chatting and drinking, not even the escort.

If it weren't for the ten bodyguards standing around, it would be a gathering of friends.

"You say I'm sluggish in hospitality, but it seems that you didn't even tell me your name, did you?"

Kazuhiro Morioka, who was in the center of the sofa, put his arm around the two women next to him and glanced at Iruma.

"I was rude," Iruma sat down on the edge of the single seat, and Xie Wennan stood behind him. "First meeting, Young Master Morioka, my name is Ming Iruma."

"Turn on the lights." Mori Oka gestured, and the bodyguard on the side turned on the lights in the box, and the originally dim atmosphere became bright.

Morioka blinked to adjust to the light and looked at Iruma.

The appearance of the room made several women's eyes light up, and they teased.

"Oh, and Honggongzi, this little handsome guy is your friend?"

"Iruma, huh? You're not here to play with your sisters, are you?

Morioka ignored it, took the cigar lit by his men and held it in his mouth.

"I haven't seen you here in Tokyo, and I'm not familiar with the surname Iruma, whose son are you?"

"I'm not from Tokyo, my hometown farms, and Morioka naturally hasn't seen me." Iruma told the truth that several strangely shaped glass bottles on the table in front of Morioka and the others attracted his attention.

Xie Wennan leaned over to Iruma's ear and whispered two words.

"Ice Du."

Iruma nodded, his eyes cold. At first, he really thought that the second generation of a foundation like Morioka was just hanging out with friends.

Morioka didn't notice the change in Iruma's eyes, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "What's the matter with me?" Wouldn't bringing so many people here to chat with me?

Morioka's original worries were put away. Since he was a child, he has participated in high-class banquets, and even Otome loves him, and if he has met him, he will not be unimpressed.

He can be arrogant and domineering in Tokyo for so many years, not only by family circumstances, but also by seeing the wind makes the rudder the foundation of a rich second generation. He knows all the same children of the same level or even higher than him.

Seeing Morioka's contemptuous attitude, his friends also relaxed, except for a few women who stared at Iruma's face, all of them were doing their previous things, and some directly picked up the glass bottle and smoked, as if the two of Izuma did not exist.

Iruma glanced at him and said to Morioka,

"Does Young Master Morioka remember this person Kasumigaoka?"

"Kasumigaokaoka?" Morioka thought for a moment, "Oh, that writer from the Immortal River?

"Exactly." Iruma looked kind, "I apologize to you for her words, but is it a bit of a fuss that you made such a fuss with a high school student?" People like to write, you will cut off people's future, isn't it not good?

"It seems to be a little, so what do you want me to do?" Morioka extinguished his cigar and looked at Iruma with Jiro's legs cocked.

"It's reasonable to restore the propaganda that Immortal River still has and publicly apologize to Kasumigaokaoka, right?"

"Quite reasonable... Hahahaha! Morioka suddenly laughed loudly and patted the woman next to him, "Did you hear it, this person made me apologize, hahaha."

Morioka's friends also burst into laughter, thinking that Iruma might not know the power of the Tianjing Trading Company in Tokyo.

Morioka laughed for a while before wiping the corners of his eyes and talking to Iruma again, "How?" Are you her boyfriend? Your girlfriend scolded me so harshly, I want to expose it in a word? If you want me to let go, you can let Kasumigaoka come to me herself, and I'll see if she can be so poisonous when she has something in her mouth." Would you like to come and watch the scene? In this case, I may even help promote her book.

Morioka and the others laughed even more wildly, several men's obscene words kept coming out, and the women also cooperated with shy ridicule.

There was no anger, no impulse, except that his eyes were more cold, but his smile was more obvious.

"It's so good sooner." Izuku rested his legs on the low table and leaned comfortably on the sofa. "I thought you were different from me, not a gentleman, seeing that you were very polite at the beginning, I couldn't speak, and the most annoying thing about me was talking about things."

"Why, don't want to talk about it?" Morioka waved his hand without care, and ten bodyguards walked towards Iruma.

"Are you watching too many cartoons for high school students now? Bring a few people and dare to challenge me? "Morioka and his friends are all good looks.

Iruma didn't even look at the bodyguards, and looked up to talk to Xie Wennan.

"Uncle Xie, do you need my help?"

Xie Wennan shook his head with a smile and rolled up his sleeves, "If I need the young master to do anything here, I will die in front of the old master when I go back."

"That's bothering you, Uncle Xie."

Iruma took out his mobile phone, Megumi had just sent him a message, he could tell what was important.

Kazue chatted about tomorrow's lunch, and Iruma also paid attention to the venue.

Xie Wennan's movements have no bells and whistles, and he can't see the number of roads, it should be a simple shamanship. The legs are always lower than the waist to maintain the center of gravity. Each blow hits the temples, Adam's apple, spleen, and crotch.

Ten professional bodyguards, but because of the rapid attrition, they could not achieve the trend of encirclement, and they were broken by Xie Wennan one by one, and they didn't even have time to take out their weapons.

Iruma was envious in his heart. Not to mention whether he can fight ten people himself, his speed is not fast enough to hit the key parts and cause effective damage before these professional bodyguards can react.

However, Xie Wennan should be weaker than Master Iruma. His master has no skills, because wherever he hits is the point, and he has a deep understanding of it.

As soon as Iruma chatted about twenty sentences, the ten bodyguards were already unconscious on the ground, unable to even moan.

"Uncle Xie, wait for me for a while." Iruma looked up and spoke to Xie Wennan, who was standing behind him again.

"Yes, young master." Xie Wennan lowered his sleeves, and there was some fine sweat on his forehead.

The age leader is still older, a little difficult, and five years younger, he can shorten the time by half.

Morioka and the others looked at Iruma in fear, no longer contemptuous before. Xie Wennan's skills shocked them, so what is the identity of such a ruthless person to enter the room so respectfully?

The two of them ignored them, but neither of them dared to speak, sitting on the seat trembling and waiting for the room to fiddle with their mobile phones.

He made an appointment with Megumi to buy rackets tomorrow after school, went to the tennis court for training, put away his mobile phone in the room, and stretched his waist.

"I really like dealing with you guys." Iruma took an unopened mineral water and took a sip, "After all, no one compares to me than this, but it is a conspiracy and trickery, I may really be played to death." I allow you to call your home without hiding anything, let's go.

Morioka picked up his phone with trembling hands, trying to calm his mind.

"Hey, Dad, something happened on my side, it's just... His name is Ming Iruma... Yes, yes..."

Morioka explained the situation, forcing himself to smile at Iruma.

"Young Master Iruma, are we mistaken..."

Iruma grabbed a wine bottle and threw it out fiercely, Morioka covered his face and screamed, nosebleeds flowed, and two front teeth collapsed.

"Did I tell you to say something else? Think I didn't hear what insulted my friend just now? Iruma

got up and walked over to the person who had insulted Kasumigaoka before, both men and women, and slammed a bottle of wine one by one.

No matter how hard he had in his previous life, he never thought of giving up his life, but in the end he died at the hands of drug dealers, how could he show mercy to this group of D-smoking people?

What's more, if he hadn't entered the room, or if he didn't have enough identity background, what would happen to Kasumigaoka in the hands of this gang, people can't imagine it, how could he naively think that as Miss Machida said, Kasumigaoka would be let go if he didn't continue to be a writer?

Having personally experienced death, Iruma cherishes life even more, and will do his best to protect his relatives and friends.

Xie Wennan saw the fierce side of His Royal Highness with his own eyes for the first time, and did not feel anything wrong.

The Yuwen family has always abided by discipline and law, the other party is a person who sucks D, and he moves first, and entering the room is just a legitimate defense, which is reasonable.

No, obviously only he made a move, and he was just frightened by the other party's threat when he was drinking, and he accidentally threw out the bottle, and he was a victim.

When he entered the room, Xie Wennan let his subordinates in, collected the guns on the bodyguards on the ground, and quietly guarded in a row.

Iruma wiped the blood and wine off his face, returned to his seat, and called Shiro Suzuki.

"Uncle Suzuki, I may really need your help here, yes, the situation is a little complicated, I estimate that President Morioka will know about this in a while, trouble you."

When Morioka, who was lying on the ground, heard the word "Suzuki", his heart was already full of ashes.

The Tokyo area is more powerful than his family's Tianjing Trading Company, and it is called Suzuki's, only the Suzuki Foundation, is Iruma the hidden illegitimate son of the Suzuki Foundation?

Morioka endured the pain and knelt on the ground to kowtow to make amends, "I'm sorry!" Young Master Iruma, I didn't know that you were from the Suzuki Foundation..."

Iruma threw another wine bottle up, and Morioka fell to the ground again in response.

"I didn't let you talk, and besides, your vision is a little low."

Iruma's words were not heard by Morioka, and he had fallen into a coma.