Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

Chapter 3

Walking out of the warehouse, the cold wind hit his face, and Yato felt his mind clear, and the passion in his bones gradually subsided.

He looked down at the thick stack of"Fukuzawa Yukichi" in his hand that smelled of ink, stuffed it into his backpack, and then took out a pair of black-framed glasses and put them on, letting his bangs down.

For a moment, his whole temperament changed drastically.

T-shirt, jacket, leather pants, plus a shoulder bag, he looked no different from those fashionable big boys on the street

"……"It's only ten o'clock? It's earlier than expected. Wanna go to a bar for a drink?"

Yato muttered as he took out his phone and glanced at it.

If Levis Conde heard this, he would probably be furious.

After thinking about it, he changed his route and continued to go deeper into the warehouse street.

He planned to cross this area and take a taxi from the neighboring streets.

It was very quiet around, there were no street lights, and he could only rely on the moonlight to barely find his way.

Suddenly, Yato stopped.

"Come out.

This is certainly not a Chuunibyou attack.

As evidence, three figures walked out of their hiding place with rustling footsteps.

Yato turned around and looked.

He met a pair of bright eyes that were familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Long time no see, I didn't expect to see you here." The one who took the initiative to greet was a young girl in her twenties, with shoulder-length hair like night, a white jade-like face with a warm and elegant smile, and her clothes and appearance were very consistent with her temperament, bright and beautiful, perfectly interpreting the image of a lady in the upper class in people's minds.

Beside her were two bodyguards in black suits, over 1.8 meters tall, with well-developed muscles that could not be concealed at all, and who looked particularly safe at first glance, but how good they were in reality, Yato would not comment on this for the time being.

"It's you, Haruno."

Yato called out the other person's identity in one go.

Noticing the surprise on his face, Yukinoshita Haruno smiled playfully and said,"We haven't been in touch or met for more than a year. Are you especially happy to see me now?"

"No, although I am surprised by your appearance, you seem to have made a mistake."

Yato restrained his expression, regained his composure, and pushed his glasses with his left hand,"When I said 'come out', I didn't mean to call you"

""Huh?"

Yang Nai was stunned.

But the next moment, the bodyguards around her seemed to notice something, their faces tightened, and they all took a defensive stance.

"Sorry, miss, I think we should leave here first."

Soon, Yang No understood the meaning of this warning.

But it was too late.

More footsteps appeared.

From all directions.

The moonlight shone, and the shadows moved.

Low sneers and the sound of metal colliding mixed together.

Around the container, like a pack of wolves being hunted, many people appeared.

They stared at Yato with greedy eyes, but some of them swept Yang No's beautiful face and figure with cruel eyes.

"Are you, 'Black Blood', finally planning to change your job to the Yakuza?"

Although surrounded by a group of dangerous people with bad intentions, Yato was not panicked at all. Instead, he spoke in a tone of greeting as if he were an acquaintance.

"‘You guys? When did our relationship become so distant, Igarashi?"

A gloomy voice came from the container.

Yato looked over.

He was a sturdy man who looked gentle, but his eyes were like a beast.

It was obvious that he had a very high prestige among the group of people. When he appeared, the whispers around him disappeared.

"Longzhu Lizheng, my contract with you is based on the number of times. Today is the last time, so now I am no longer considered a"black-blooded" person. Do you have any objections?"

Yato looked at the man with a calm tone.

"I don't care about that." The man called 'Longzhu Lizheng' cracked his mouth, like a beast devouring people,"It's hard to find excellent fighters nowadays. Others don't know, but as your 'guide' and agent, no one knows your potential better than me. The purpose of my creation of 'Black Blood' is to swallow up 'Bishamon’"

"But your departure is a great loss to me, and... I seem to have heard that someone from Bishamon has come to you."

"So what? You gathered a bunch of half-baked fighters together to say goodbye to me, didn't you?"

Yato sneered.

"I'll give you two choices."

Long Zhuli took out a dagger and threw it at Yato's feet.

"One is to stay and work for me, and I will give you a satisfactory reward. The other is to leave your hands and feet for us as souvenirs. After all, we have been together for more than half a year and have a deep relationship. Don't let us miss you too much after you leave."

Yang No looked at Longzhu Lizheng with a cold look.

But she didn't act rashly.

Regardless of the absolute disadvantage in numbers, the surname"Longzhu" also reminded her of many things.

For example, the most well-known large-scale violent group in Tokyo [Longzhu Group】

"It seems that even if I say 'I will never join Bishamon' you won't let me go, I know, you are that kind of man." Yato sighed lightly, as if he felt very sorry,"You think you have a good brain, but in fact you are just a rough and brutal man, the Dragon Ball Group boss's method of sending you out for training really didn't work at all."

"What are you talking about?"

Long Zhu Lizheng's smile remained unchanged, but veins on his forehead bulged

"Just right... that big guy fell down too quickly, I didn't have enough fun yet."

Yato put down the backpack on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth under his bangs cracked, revealing a joyful smile that was not like a human

‘The members of the 'Black Blood' group felt that this person's temperament suddenly changed, from a guy who was easy to bully to... extremely unfamiliar.

That kind of oppressive aura made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

"Although their strength is not that great, there are so many people that they can be my punching bags."

Yato lifted his bangs with one hand, took off his glasses and put them in his chest pocket, pulled his collar, and threw his shoulder bag casually, which happened to fall into Yang Na's arms.

The latter caught it in a panic.

"Find a place to wait for me. It won't take too long. Ten minutes will be enough."

Yato clenched his fists, making a crisp sound.

Yang Nao's face changed, and he slowly retreated with two bodyguards.

Long Zhuli squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Nao.

Suddenly, Yato interrupted indifferently:"Forget it. Without me to help you deal with your competitors, you'd better stop causing trouble for yourself."

"Tsk……！"

Long Zhu Li was extremely upset when his thoughts were exposed.

"What I hate most is people like you who don't understand the difference between status and just try to be clever."

"That's why I didn't sign a longer-term agreement with you at the beginning, because I knew very early that we were not compatible. If it was your sister, I might have stayed a few more days."

Yato raised his head, his tone full of disdain.

This sentence also completely ignited Longzhu Lizheng's anger.

"I want to see whether your leg bones are harder or the knife and the baseball bat are harder... Come on!"

Yato raised his eyebrows and looked at the thugs approaching him.

He had actually noticed it a long time ago.

These people all had weapons in their hands.

It must be admitted that Longzhu Lizheng knew him very well.

Fighters' competitions were mostly bare-handed battles, that is,��He had only participated in a few unlimited death fights against fighters who used weapons.

But since he was best at kicking, even if the opponent used a sharp blade, he would not have an absolute distance advantage.

Longzhu Lizheng knew this very well, so he asked his thugs to carry metal baseball bats and daggers.

Metal baseball bats can easily break people's bones.

And daggers can give people a kind of psychological oppression, even greater than weapons such as swords and spears.

Holding a dagger, it feels like a hedgehog, making people feel helpless, or afraid of being scratched after attacking.

After all, the dagger is very light.

Ordinary people can also swing it quickly.

This indirectly increases the hit rate.

"call……"

Yato took a deep breath and silently said to himself

"System, check the status bar."

The next moment.