The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

Life is like this sometimes.

Without your consent, you are thrown into this colorful world.

You can't resist or disobey, all you can do is move forward.

Even if the road ahead is rough and bumpy.

Ito Makoto doesn't have any lofty ambitions, he just wants to live well and cherish this hard-earned"restart". But there are always people standing in his way.

Fortunately, Kuroda is not a tiger blocking the road, at best he is just a stumbling block.

There is no threat, but it is disgusting enough.

Ito Makoto put away a can of peach juice, Yuko likes to drink this.

She treated him yesterday.

He has to return the gift

""Kacha!"

The boy with the shoulder bag said nothing, pulled the pull ring, raised his cup and took a sip.

The taste was refreshing and full of bubbles.

The sweet taste was like a happy ballet between the lips and tongue.

Ito Makoto was finally in a better mood and asked the plane head in front of him:

"Who are you?"

Kuroda Ichian's laughing face suddenly froze, and his blood pressure rose sharply.

But the tone of the other party was extremely innocent, and the doubt between his eyebrows did not seem to be fake.

It seemed that he really didn't remember such a person.

The skinny boy next to him saw this and pointed at himself:

"Then do you remember who I am?"

"Your name is...Hekou?"

""You are right, Boss. My name is easier to remember than yours!"

After hearing this, the stouter Takagi took a step back.

The next second, Kuroda's fist brushed past his face and landed hard on the river mouth.

"Bakayalu, will you die if you don't speak? This guy remembers your name, how could he not remember me? He is obviously looking for trouble!"

"Did you see that? It seems my acting skills need to be improved!"

Ito Makoto put one hand in his pocket, leaned sideways and took another sip of juice, with a look of regret on his face.

""Bang!!"

Kuroda's face was grim, and he slapped the drink out of Ito Makoto's hand.

The pink can flew out, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground.

Dangdang jumped a few times and stopped moving.

The juice that had not been finished spilled out of the sip, soaking the ground.

This sudden scene scared the students around, and they all looked sideways.

Kuroda Kazuan walked up to Ito Makoto and poked his forehead with the airplane head.

"Acting? That's how you gained Yuko's trust, right? Despicable villain!"

He was furious, his facial muscles trembling, his eyes wide as bells, as if burning with fire.

As if realizing that he was losing control of his emotions, Kuroda Ichian took a step back, reached out to tidy up his hair, and regained his composure.

But that ferocious face still didn't look good to Ito Makoto.

"Do you think that I can't do anything to you just because Xizi promised to protect you?

Yes, she is indeed a member of the school team, and a member of the first team. I admit that I am not as good as her in this regard.

But in addition to being a member of the school team, I have another identity.

That is——【"The Molten Group] is a peripheral member!"

After saying that, Kuroda Kazuyasu raised his left arm and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo on his arm.

It was a pattern like a leaping flame.

The streamlined lines formed a ferocious and strange face, and the art style was very similar to Ukiyo-e.

The drink was spilled, and Ito Makoto frowned slightly.

But he was not angry. He looked up at the tattoo on Kuroda Kazuyasu's arm, and a trace of blue light flashed quickly in his pupils.

Under the observation of the Soul-Snatching Curse Eye, the flame-like tattoo had a faint flow of Yin power, which was extraordinary.

It seemed to have some special effect

"Molten Group?"

Ito Makoto extracted the key information.

The name sounds a bit like the Yamaguchi-gumi and other gangs.

But even the peripheral members have tattoos that contain Yin power, so it seems that this is not a small group.

Kuroda Kazuyasu put down his sleeves, his eyes full of pride and pride:

"You don't even know this, you're such a country bumpkin. Gao Mu, please explain it to me."

"Yes, Boss."

Takagi Kazuhiro smiled and responded, then walked up to Ito Makoto and nodded politely.

"Ito-kun, you know the Special Events Response Bureau, right?"

"I know about this kind of official organization."

"That's good.

In Japan, there are official organizations such as the Special Affairs Bureau, and naturally there are many non-governmental organizations.

Among them, [King Kong Temple】、【Silver Samurai】、【Flower Garden】、【The four most powerful and prosperous families, the Demon Slayers, and the leaders are all the top ghost masters in Japan.

Although the Molten Group where Boss Kuroda belongs is only a new organization, it has developed rapidly recently and is expected to be ranked as Grade C this year.

"Takagi and Hong explained with a smile.

Ito Makoto said nothing.

He seemed to have seen these names somewhere.

He soon remembered that it was on the homepage of the Ghost Master Forum!

A lot of information on the Ghost Master Forum is shared by official organizations and many non-governmental organizations.

For the convenience of arrangement, these non-governmental organizations are divided into four levels according to their size and strength.

From high to low, they are: Grade A, Grade B, Grade C, and Grade D.

Kongoji, Silver Samurai, Hanakaiin, and Demon Slayers, these four are all rated as Grade A. They are also the only four Grade A organizations in Japan.

According to Takagi, the [ The Molten Fire Group should be a [Class D] force at present.

These are small organizations with few members.

Only important positions such as leaders and cadres are ghost masters, and other members are just ordinary people.

But if they hope to enter [Class C], the situation will be very different.

This means that the leader of the Molten Fire Group must be a fourth-level ghost master, and there must be at least 10 ghost masters in the group. It is very expensive to support so many ghost masters, and there must be special ways to make money in the group.

It is equivalent to a local tyrant in a certain area.

As the saying goes: It is good to take shelter under a big tree.

No wonder Kuroda Kazuyasu is so arrogant, it turns out that there is someone backing him up!

"Okay, no need to solve it again���"

Kuroda Kazuan pushed Takagi and Hong aside, staring at Ito Makoto with his triangular eyes indifferently.

"Boy, do you understand the difference between us now? If you mess with me, the Molten Team will not let you go!"

"Is that so?"Ito Makoto's voice remained calm.

"Do you think I'm lying? Okay, I have a school team training later, so I don't have time to waste time with you here."

Kuroda Kazuan sneered, raised his hand and poked the floor hard with his thumb.

"How about this, as long as you apologize to me here and promise to stay away from Yuko in the future, I will not bother you anymore, how about that?"

His tone was leisurely and contented, with the arrogance of a superior giving alms to a subordinate.

Upon hearing this, the others looked at the calm-looking boy.

Kneeling and kowtow is a kind of etiquette that is basically used after making a big mistake and apologizing to others.

It represents giving up all of one's dignity in exchange for others' forgiveness.

For high school students with strong self-esteem, being asked to kneel down is undoubtedly a top insult!

Once Ito Makoto fears the power of the [Melting Fire Group] and kneels down in front of Kuroda Kazuyasu in front of so many people, he will really kneel there and be scolded for the rest of his life.

The students in the whole school will no longer look up to him.

Kuroda Kazuyasu's eyes stretched and grinned:

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you silent?

After knowing that I am a member of the Molten Team, you have lost your arrogance this morning?

Kneel down and beg for mercy now and I will let you go, otherwise you will be burned by the flames!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, Ito Makoto slowly raised his hands...

Just when many people thought he was going to get up, the handsome boy suddenly showed a contemptuous smile, turned his hands up and raised two huge middle fingers to Kuroda Kazuyasu.

The answer was only a short sentence

"Fuck you, bastard!"