Mr. Oda and his friends

Being thrown to the side of the road with his arms lifted like a cat, Hiyori didn't resist or get angry.The waiter's gestures looked rude, but they didn't use much force, and she wasn't even scratched.

Stumbling on the curb with his hind feet, he staggered, and there was warmth in his arms.Hiyori turned his head and saw him turning his face away as if he had been scalded, and fled quickly to the luxuriously decorated nightclub across the road.

The neon signs are constantly flashing and changing colors, and the expressions of those standing at the door are laughing and laughing, their faces are empty, just like their eyes.

As if lying in the torrent and giving up struggling, waiting to be taken anywhere by the river.

The evening chill in early spring was still piercing, and the little girl couldn't help shivering.

Hiyori reached out to hold on to the lamp post to stabilize himself, and wanted to open his mouth to call that man.It just so happened that a very expensive sports car "floated" with the wind and was parked in the middle of the road. The waiter immediately smiled brightly and greeted the jade arm protruding from the car door.

She grunted and looked away lightly.

Continue walking in another direction, and within a few minutes, a bosozoku in yellow clothes, yellow pants, yellow sneakers, and dyed yellow hair flew out of the alley, like a rotten potato, rubbed the sun and the toe of the shoe and rolled two or three meters away .

"Don't be complacent, if you have the ability, you wait here and watch me call someone to beat you to death!"

The bosozoku limped, crawled and retreated, and retreated a few meters away. He probably felt safe before turning back and barking.

As if to prove that he was really "good", he grabbed the empty wine bottle next to the trash can and threw it at passers-by without looking at it.

"Snapped!"

Hiyori was attacked by a wine bottle out of nowhere, and took a step back in time to avoid it, staring at the shattered glass in a daze.

How do you say it?

The punching bag not only refused to stand obediently and was hit, but dared to avoid it? !

"XXX!"

The gangster cursed, stepped forward and raised his hand to slap, Hiyori took another step back to avoid the slap that almost made wind.

The bosozoku who failed to vent his anger once again glared: "Hey? Damn..."

The cursing stopped abruptly.

He saw the girl in front of him clearly, and was silent for a moment. The young man with the eye-catching color scheme turned back to look at the alley where he flew out.

He opened his mouth wide and stopped suddenly, his eyeballs bulged out. After a few rough breaths, he closed his mouth, turned around and left without saying a word.The passers-by who came to the Customs Street for consumption all stared at this dog in the water, laughed and commented, no one cared about the girl he almost hurt, and no one cared why he ran away with his tail between his legs.

The ripples caused by this little farce are no bigger than the splashes made by throwing stones into the lake.

"Hey, Miss, do you have money?"

At some point, a lazy and strong man leaned against the dirty wall at the entrance of the alley.He was tall, with his head bowed, his messy black hair covered his facial features, and he could only vaguely see an old scar at the corner of his mouth, with a strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

The men who came and went all glanced at this person with eyes mixed with contempt and jealousy. As for the ladies...the blush cheeks and the deep snickering said it all.

"You, talking to me?"

Hearing the sound, Hiyori turned his eyes back to fix on this man with bursting hormones, his purple eyes did not ripple as he wished, and he was even a little absent-minded.

The man was not angry either, and like a big cat that was rarely interested in its cubs, he spread his long legs and swayed to close the distance between him and the target.He walked up to Rihe, deliberately bent down and lowered his height to approach the little girl: "Do you need help? There is nothing impossible in this world as long as you are willing to spend money."

He had long noticed this girl who was out of tune with Custom Street, and of course saw her being thrown out by the male waiter—it was really rare that the famous money-squeezing machine was so merciful that it would let potential customers go.

Last night, a girl dressed as a high school student came here to spend money, and I didn't see anyone mentioning "no minors are accepted".

But this little thing is really good-looking, and it belongs to the kind that people can't bear to beat no matter what they do.Who was the last person who gave him such an idea?Oh, I don't remember clearly.

The man changed his posture and continued to look down.

In the city of Yokohama, it is not uncommon for girls to take the initiative to walk into the custom street to have fun, but this little guy is ignorant and smells like milk... It shows that she is not here for consumption.

It looks like a child from a good family. If he can protect himself from gangsters, and he didn't come to find a man, he shouldn't go the wrong way stupidly?

He waited patiently for a while, the little girl tilted her head and thought about it, and finally came to her senses—asking for directions with money?It's not impossible.

So she rummaged through the corners of the pocket, even the five-yen coins, and put them on the man's open palm together with the note with the address: "There are only these, go here. "

The man blinked, with that obnoxious smile on his face all the time, and the upward curve of the corner of his mouth was a little deeper than before.

Seriously?

With such an honest temperament, he doesn't cry or make troubles, and he doesn't feel any sense of accomplishment when he makes fun of him. The more he looks at him, the more he looks familiar.However, based on the viewpoint that no amount of money is money, he accepted the "reward".

"Fu Heisher, my name. I'll be yours for the next 10 minutes, little lady~"

The man smiled viciously and took a step back, the air was filled with hormones full of tension.

A car stopped on the side of the road, and the windows rolled down automatically. The delicate lady in sunglasses glanced at the "goods" that were pleasing to the eye, and raised her eyebrows: "Do you need a ride?"

If Hihe himself absolutely nodded, he would follow in the car, but Fu Heisher, who had just accepted a handful of coins from her, was also there. This guy put his palm on the little girl's shoulders and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Sorry miss, I pay attention to first-come, first-served here.”

"That's a pity. It seems to be a hard job."

She pointedly looked at Rihe from bottom to top, focused on the little girl's chest, which was barely visible, curled her lips and threw down a small piece of paper: "Wait until you finish breastfeeding the baby before making an appointment?"

The man didn't speak, he took the small piece of paper and hummed casually.

The woman didn't speak, the window was raised, and the sports car drove away after a burst of engine roar.

Hiyori moved, but couldn't break free: "...?"

The world outside the detective agency is so scary, I can't understand what these people are talking about!

"Okay, okay, don't look at it. Let me think about how to safely send the rich lady who spent money to, um... this place?"

Fu Heisher leaned on Hiyori's body, as if he had no bones, and seemed to regard her as a handy crutch.Rihe, who didn't realize that he was being maliciously teased, only felt that his shoulders were getting heavier and heavier. The little girl simply raised her hand to help the old man cross the road and supported the strange man: "Be careful where you step, there are road piles ahead."

Is this person in poor health, or why would he be so weak.

A conjurer killer who is not only very healthy but also able to blow up super-level spell spirits with his bare hands: "..."

Girl, I'm teasing you, how about a blushing and screaming reaction?

No, impossible, don't even think about it.Counting on "Kong Chan" to be shy?Just count on it slowly!

Fuheisher, who wasted a long time and gained nothing, let go of his strength, grabbed Hiyori's shoulder and changed her direction: "Go this way."

Ten minutes later, the black-haired man known as "Heaven and the Tyrant" slipped his hands and blurred his eyes. Along the way, the log-like girl somehow broke free from his control, cheering and pounced on the tall tall man who was walking and looking around. juvenile.

"Sakunosuke~"

Maybe she didn't even know it, but the purple eyes that had been silent all the way at this moment were suddenly filled with spring flowers.

Fu Heisher shrugged his shoulders, and left with his hands in his pockets.

It took only 10 minutes to earn 250 five yen, which is the lowest record in history.Tsk, this business is losing money, no matter what.

This little money can't even afford a bowl of tea and rice, so it's better to buy a few lottery tickets to enjoy yourself. Anyway, he always gambled on bad luck, and when he lost it all, he just went back to find the customer just now.

The black-haired man walked to the lottery shop with his pockets like a lazy wild dog, spent two hundred yen indiscriminately, and scratched off the coating with the most inconspicuous five-yen coin, a piece he had never seen in his hand. The previous pattern appeared.

"The guest is lucky! [-] yen won the first prize!"

The lottery shops in Custom Street are all "private lotteries" operated by port associations.The boss roughly estimated the destructive power of the guest based on the muscle mass on his arm, and the knives, guns and sticks hidden in the drawer suddenly lost the chance of being useful.

Money doesn't matter, PortMafia's face cannot be lost.

Hearing the word "winning", Fu Heisher couldn't believe his ears. He looked at his hand in surprise, then at the ticket stub, then at his hand, then at the ticket stub: "Huh?"

The edge of the five-yen coin in his hand was still stained with gray coating, which was indeed done by him.

This is not reasonable!

"Does the guest plan to continue playing?"

The bad gambler boss has seen a lot, so he is not in a hurry to exchange it, just waiting for this guy to jump into the pit.

The man shook his neck on both sides and rolled his eyes: "Half of it is exchanged, and half is bought for horses."

It was not difficult for him to take all the money, but today Tian and the tyrant were in a good mood and decided to keep half of the money and take the rest home so that the cub would not starve to death.

It seems that at least half of today's losses can be recovered. The boss smiled and pointed out a set of chips and rolled them out: "Please, play a few more rounds while you are lucky!"

"Ha ha."

Everyone knows that these games are bound to lose.

Half an hour later, Fu Heisher really lost all his chips and came out of the racecourse empty-handed.Bored, he took out fifty yen from his pocket, stuffed it into the slot machine and pulled down the handle indiscriminately. The next second, the red, yellow and yellow colored lights lit up, harsh music played, and the coins were spit out jingling.

"..."

The man who has always thrown money in the casino and listened to the sound of playing, pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion——

It seems that it was the luck of the little lady who shared the profit, so I barely got a commission money from her in advance, right?As for the "entrustment"... Just throw it away, if it doesn't work, ask him to return it when he grows up.

I don't want to be treated by a pretty little girl as a toothless old man who needs to be taken care of!