Chapter 384 Fight or Die

"Then what." Aoki Sui's calm words made the smile on Bando Hideto's face even bigger: "It's nothing. You actually called the police?"

Aokiji just looked at him quietly.

The armed front is the group of bosozoku that harassed Teruhashi Sumimi. He is really dressed like a bosozoku, with a jacket, sunglasses, motorcycle, and that yellow hair. Basically, this guy has all the classic images in the comics.

Oh, and add the big gold chain around his neck.

"Is something wrong?" Aokiji didn't answer his question, but just looked at him quietly.

What he said was undoubtedly because Songshanyan had found someone to put pressure on them. Aokiji had never asked or investigated the background of Songshanyan, but according to his experience, he also knew that Bai Dao behind Songshanyan I'm afraid power is not simple.

It seems that this time the warning was given to them through the police.

Bando Hideto spread his hands with a mocking look on his face: "No, no, it's not interesting. I just came to see what kind of person the 'Chiba's Great Demon King', the Tiger of the Dancing Sun, is. How could he find the police to warn him? We, indeed, are not simple.”

Aokiji knew that he was mocking himself as a bad boy who would ask the police to arrange things for them when something happened, which made him feel unhappy.

But he just raised the corner of his mouth: "So?"

Aokiji's attitude made the group of people even more unhappy. Before Bando Hideto could say anything, a man riding a motorcycle who looked to be almost thirty years old cursed: "Boy, we will give you face, but don't I think we don’t dare to take action. It’s not like I haven’t been in the police station before.”

"So?" Aokiji said that it was a pleasure to reread it.

"Do you want to die?" The man stopped his motorcycle and strode towards Aokiji, but Bando Hideto suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him and looked at Aokiji: "Don't be too happy too early. "

Aokiji just stared at him.

"I don't bother you because we did not do a good enough job." Bando Hideto lit a cigarette: "My little brother harassed a high school student. It's really embarrassing to say it."

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Aoki Tsukasa closely: "Don't mess with us."

"Or I'll beat you." Bando Hideto blew smoke into Aokiji's face.

Aokiji slowly stretched out his hand, and the other bosozokus present became nervous. They quickly stopped the car and looked at him with solemn expressions.

Although they are very angry now, they are very wary of Aokiji - even if they have not seen his game, they have heard about Aokiji's previous records.

This may be a very stinky guy who deserves a beating, but he is also a very strong guy.

Hideto Bando's expression remained unchanged as he watched Aokiji slowly raise his hand and take away the cigarette butt from his mouth.

"Looks like you're not over 20 years old yet." Aokiji took down the cigarette and handed it to the old-looking guy with a dull expression on the side who just wanted to do something to him.

"If you are in a good mood today, I won't ask the police to take you to receive education." Aokiji raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a bit ruffianly.

Hideto Bando's smile finally disappeared.

"Have you finished watching Stars? I'm going home." Tsukasa Aoki bumped into the bosozoku's shoulder with his shoulder, pushed out a passage, walked out of the encirclement, turned around and smiled: "Do you want to take a photo?"

Seeing the expressions on their faces that they all wanted to come over and give him a few punches, Aokiji stopped talking at the right time, put his hands in his pockets and strode away.

Seeing Aokiji striding away without looking back, the mature-looking man who was holding the cigarette given to him by Aokiji with ease in his hand looked at Hideto Bando with a blank look on his face.

"Boss"

His words brought Hideto Bando, who was squinting and wondering what he was thinking, back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

The bosozoku looked at the cigarette in his hand: "Are you still smoking?"

"Fuck you!" Bando Hideto angrily hit the accelerator: "Let's go."

"Why don't you catch up and punish that kid?" The bosozou returned to his motorcycle and smiled.

".Forget it." Hideto Bando sighed speechlessly: "Don't bother him these days. If this kid offends us, we'll fight him back."

"But..." The bosozoku took a puff of the cigarette that originally belonged to Bando Hideto in displeasure: "That's it?"

"Our armed front is not some unprincipled garbage organization." Hideto Bando turned his head and stared into his eyes: "If he offends us, no matter how powerful he is, I will lead you to fight him. But, this The thing is that our people are not disciplined well, and if we go to him for this, the reputation of the armed front will become bad."

"Let's go, remember what I just said." Bando Hideto hit the accelerator, and the motorcycle he sat on roared out of the street.

The bosozoku followed one after another. The one holding a cigarette looked at the cigarette butt for a moment, and finally threw it to the ground angrily.

I actually let this guy embarrass me so badly. Damn it, uncle, I'm only twenty-one years old this year!

The bosozou touched his face with resentment, and almost hit his motorcycle against a telephone pole.

This damn bald guy! !

The engine roared away, and Aokiji walked home expressionlessly, but his head ached a little.

Trouble, why do they come one after another?

With the sense of urgency returning, Aokiji had to temporarily put aside his desire to live a leisurely life and start thinking about how to deal with difficulties again.

What can we rely on now?

The answer is simple: systems.

Aokiji returned home and had a simple dinner with Qiong. He still refused Qiong's invitation to play games together and went straight back to the room and closed his eyes early.

When the vast white world appeared in front of him, he opened his mouth without hesitation: "Open the special dream training room of Feiten Yuken Style."

[The special dream training room of Feitian Yujian style is now open. 】

Before my eyes, the world seemed to be distorted.

Aokiji thought that he would ask himself a few questions before teleporting away, just like the medical scriptures. As a result, before he had time to prepare, everything around him began to change violently.

When everything turned into a blur, the huge dizziness and weightlessness that made people want to vomit made Aokiji involuntarily close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the world had changed again.

"Help!"

"Run! Run!!"

"Protect the Holy Son first! Protect the Holy Son!"

"Aokiji! What are you doing! Move, Aokiji!"

"careful!"

The noisy shouts in his ears made Aokiji, who was still a little dizzy, finally come to his senses. When he finally regained focus and saw everything in front of him clearly, he froze in place, somewhat helpless.

Corpses, blood, swords and guns were scattered all over the ground. Soldiers wearing different styles of ancient armor were fighting bloody battles. Right in front of Aokiji, a dead head rolled over and fell to his feet.

"Aokiji!!! If you don't save the Holy Son, I will never forgive you until I die!!!"

Aokiji followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man with gorgeous armor and horns on his helmet. Three spears were inserted into his body. The katana in his hand chopped down the two people in front of him without any doubt.

He looked at Aoki Si with a ferocious expression, and Aoki Si looked down and saw that the armor on his body was somewhat similar to his style.

Son?

What prince?

Aokiji turned around and looked back. A pretty and lovely girl wearing a white gown was standing not far behind him, holding a black horse while trembling. She looked at him with eyes full of panic and fear.

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"Hi!"

A sharp shout came from his ears, and Aokiji turned around to see a vagabond dressed in cloth and holding an extra-long katana, jumping towards him.

His grinning face, the blood stained on the samurai sword in his hand, and the reddish-brown cloth all told Aokiji the simplest truth: fight or die.

Grass!

Aokiji's eyes widened as he watched the super long katana getting closer and closer to him, as if he would be split into two pieces in the next moment.