If all the people who entered the store were considered wolves, then Lu Mingfei was undoubtedly a husky who had mixed up with the wolves. He thought he was acting out a scene from a gangster movie and tried his best to look fierce.
Little did he know, cold sweat was already breaking out on Noda Shou's forehead.
Sakura was going to scare him, and by the way, she hit Aso Makoto who was so arrogant when he called the family's help hotline.
But in the eyes of her who grew up in war-torn Afghanistan, the lesson of cutting off her little finger is indeed not significant.
If Hisashi Noda is not clear about it, threats can become reality.
"It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with Miss Zhen."
The young man who had just turned eighteen suddenly raised his head and roared, but his eyes were tightly closed, as if he didn't want others to see the panic in his heart at this moment.
"I asked for protection fees in an attempt to increase the protection rates on this street. Miss Zhen... just repeated my words exactly as they were. I am willing to apologize to my family!"
Noda Shou's voice gradually became calmer and more orderly than timid at the beginning. He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around the little finger of his left hand, then slowly grabbed the sharp dagger on the ground.
"Hey Hey hey!"
Now it was Lu Mingfei's turn to start to panic. He turned around and looked at Ying's expressionless pretty face. He suddenly realized that the plot was not going according to the script.
"I voluntarily apologized to my family. No one forced me. I know that I violated my family's rules and deserved to be punished." Noda Hisashi began to straighten his back, as if admitting his mistakes frankly inspired his masculinity.
"You have to understand that even if you cut your finger, it will still be a sign of your mistake. This only offsets your crime, but it is not a medal of glory." Sakura coldly dismissed his statement.
"I know, but as a man, making mistakes is not terrible. The key is to have the courage to take responsibility. Even if I cut off my finger, I can still hold the bat tightly, and the man holding the bat can stand upright on the streets of Kabukicho." Hisashi Noda looked determined.
"We have begun to complete our self-psychological construction and form a reasonable logical closed loop." Caesar couldn't help but speak.
Whenever a person can convince himself, he will have endless power in whatever he does.
Just like people can't always be in the second grade, but there will always be teenagers in the world who are in the second grade.
Yuan Zhisheng, who had sheathed his sword and stood by the bookshelf, randomly pulled out a classic classic and closed the book with a frown.
As a famous family with a long history in the Japanese underworld, the top leaders of the Jakakihachi family have always been cold and calm nobles. They know how to drink tea, arrange flowers, love poetry and calligraphy.
But what cannot be avoided is that the bottom layer of the gang is still composed of delinquents with colorful hair. In addition to strong hormones and unventable energy, their brains are like a humming wild boar, always adhering to the rule of the world. The idea that if you don’t meet people who follow you, your knees would rather break than bend.
Yuan Zhisheng could no longer let a street gangster talk nonsense in front of the distinguished guests he received. He was so childish that he, the young master of the family, wanted to lower his head and find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
However, Sakura still maintained her good qualities of being calm in dealing with things as a secretary, and said with a cold face: "Okay, now I will officially announce my punishment for you. Hisashi Noda of the Noda Group is already over 18 years old, right?" ?”
"Hiyi (yes)!"
Hisashi Noda looked serious and nodded seriously, quietly waiting for the verdict of his fate like a real man.
"You have a crush on Miss True?"
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Noda Shou raised his head in fear, and the first thing he was greeted by was Lu Mingfei's surprised and inquiring eyes.
"No no... no." Noda Shou stammered and stood up.
"Then why did you put Miss True's name on the bat?"
Noda Hisashi didn't wait for the words to be organized. For example, his carefully styled hair was because he couldn't bear the warm invitation from the owner of a barber shop on the street. The newly bought long windbreaker was because it was cold at night to keep out the cold. Visiting the shop in person was It's because the younger brothers are temporarily busy.
However, the baseball bat Sakura handed over immediately exploded, and the three words on the metal handle were completely stuck in front of Noda Hisaru's eyes.
"It was carved very carefully."
Lu Mingfei took the bat, and when he saw the name wrapped in a vine pattern on the bat, he couldn't help but sigh like a senior. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Noda Hisashi looked a lot like himself.
Behind the counter, Zhen's face was already red, and he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"How can you use men's things..." Noda Shou still wanted to struggle.
"Shut up, middle school student." Sakura slashed Noda Hisashi's forehead with a knife, leaving a deep mark in the fluffy hair.
"Yingying is so attentive, I didn't even notice it." Lu Mingfei praised as he played with the bat.
"It's all women's intuition."
Sakura didn't explain much.
"Go and apologize to Ms. Kazuma. Then you will work in this store for three months. During this period, you must obey the rules of the store. If you behave well, you will be exempted from the rules of the house." Sakura took back the hand that Noda Shou was holding blankly. Short sword.
"well!"
Hisashi Noda looked around desperately. The former fierce law enforcement officers of his family seemed to have changed their faces, as if everyone had a bit of laughter in their eyes.
"A man first needs a good wife and a good mother before he can venture into the world with confidence." Hisashi Noda was still trying to defend himself. What greeted him was another blow from the hand.
Zhen had already covered his face at this moment to block the blush on his cheeks, but also to block the color gradually staining his fair neck.
She has never been in love before, so even hearing about this kind of thing will make her blush.
"It seems we are in the wrong place." Caesar chuckled and stood up.
"Sorry there is something wrong with the arrangement. There are some good nightclubs nearby. Do you want to go and do it?" Yuan Zhisheng said.
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"Ah Xi, it's such a beautiful green time." Lu said with his hands behind his back in a decent manner, he looked at the rows of classic comics on the bookcase. I don’t know whether it is touching the scene or commenting on this moment.
Lu Mingfei actually wanted to stay here for a while. On a rainy night, he sat in the warm little comic spot and read comics, letting his thoughts follow the protagonist to experience the magnificent and wonderful world. It's a pity that he is just a minion and has to wait for Caesar to speak in the group.
"Why don't you sit here for a while and wait until the rain subsides before leaving." Chu Zihang's sudden words made Lu Mingfei nod his head.
"Isn't tonight a mafia night? We are indeed drinking instant coffee in a small shop." Caesar picked up the real people's coffee, took a sip and responded.
Zhen came over with a cherry blossom cake, and Caesar quickly smiled and said in Japanese: "Thank you very much, the coffee is great." Your master's cultivation prevents him from acting rudely in front of girls.
The rapid change of expression made Lu Mingfei curl his lips secretly.
"Then just drink instant coffee in the store. It's easy to chat on a rainy day." Caesar looked at Yuan Zhi who didn't express an opinion and shrugged.
"No travel ahead! No travel ahead!"
However, Yasha and Crow, who were staying outside the store to watch the car, suddenly interrupted the relaxed atmosphere with loud roars, followed by the rolling roar of the motorcycle engine.
"boom!"
Someone riding on a modified heavy-duty motorcycle tightened the accelerator, without saying a word, and violently crashed into the bright Ferrari sports car on the side of the road. Raging flames and black smoke rose together with the sound of the explosion.
Dozens of high-power golden headlights lit up behind him, almost illuminating the street in Kabukicho as if it were daytime.
Guys in heavy cycling clothes parked their cars, and the clubs they clenched in their hands hit the car body, making a unique metallic trembling sound.
