Violators Club

Chapter 214
Chapter 212

On the streets of Tokyo, the bright sun shines on the asphalt road.

On the curb by the side of the road, a handsome boy in a high school uniform was biting a popsicle that he had just eaten.

Looking forward, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly with the summer breath on his face, JK skirt, white and tender long legs, accompanied by a shy laughter unique to a green boy, the popsicle stick in his hand was thrown into the sewer. Shuikou.

"Clap!"

The wooden popsicle stick fell into the water, causing a splash of water, and it floated forward under the traction of the flowing water.

After an unknown amount of time, the popsicle stick stopped on a step.

Different from the sewers in everyone's impression, because of the large population in large cities, the sewer system is cleaner than imagined, especially the pipes that discharge directly into nature.

The sewage here is very close to the level of drinking water.

And above the steps, there is such a square area.

In the semi-open room, the faint candlelight added light to the dark environment. There was a canopy bed for resting in the corner, and various supplies were placed on the shelves next to it.

There are candles, clean drinking water, high-calorie compressed food, and even bottles of strong liquor can be seen here.

On the tidy and clean ground lay a tall man lying on his stomach.

He made a fist with five fingers, and put all his body weight on his thumb. With slow and long deep breaths, like a tireless robot, he completed standard thumb push-ups one by one.

Dorian, from the United States, came to Neon as a corporal when he was a teenager.

But unlike other Americans, after Dorian came to Neon, he didn't think of bullying the weak, but used the post-war Neon military facilities to build his first stronghold.

The stronghold in front of him was built by himself when he was a teenager.

I thought that after I left, this place would soon be deserted.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, when I returned to Neon again, it still maintained the appearance before I left.

"boom!"

There was a dull sound behind him, and Dorian's movements couldn't help but pause, but after a while he still maintained the same frequency and continued to do sit-ups with his thumbs.

"Da da!"

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the hard ground.

In the shadow of the stronghold, Dole, who was wearing a black sportswear but with dazzling red hair, came out of the shadows: "As a top fighter, your reaction is disappointing."

As he spoke, he tiptoed casually.

A stone the size of a thumb roared out like a bullet, rushing straight towards Dorian's temple.

To put it bluntly, this stone is enough to hit a person's head and blood.

But before the stone could hit, Dorian grabbed it with his thick palm, and the other hand rose into the air with the strength of his thumb. The set of movements was smooth and smooth, but he looked at the opposite side who was wearing a black tights and had a head. The striking red-haired Doll?

Dorian shook his head:

"You didn't come to fight."

Dole, whom Dorian knew, was one of the five death row inmates who came to Neon this time.

The two sides are not companions, and top fighters don't need companions. When two top fighters meet, most of the time they don't become friends, but fight each other to the death.

Of course, this is not absolute, such as the current situation.

Dorian's appearance made Dorian excited. He needed a strong opponent, but soon Dorian felt that the opponent had no fighting spirit, which made his mood calm down extremely quickly.

Dole shrugged, he did not answer Dorian's question, but looked around:

"Have you been here recently?"

Frowning slightly, Dorian's appearance made Dorian very uncomfortable.

But out of personal cultivation, he still replied:

"I need to adjust my status."

Dole froze for a moment, and looked at Dorian in front of him. The long-term exercise made the opponent's muscles congested, and the sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his strong body.

Feeling the exuberant energy in the opponent's body, and his hot eyes, he couldn't help frowning at this moment:

"Adjust the status? How long will it take you?"

Dorian froze for a moment, his eyes stared at Dole, after a moment of staring at each other.

The corners of his mouth are raised, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. At this moment, his smile is like a wild beast ready to go:

"anytime!"

Dole smiled. The communication between top fighters often only needs a look.

But unfortunately, now is not the time.

Taking a deep breath, facing Dorian, who was exuding an offensive aura, Dole took a step back:
"Friend, I don't want to fight with you here. A monster has come to Neon. His name is Chen. I heard that he has something to do with the flower growers."

Dorian: "So?"

Taking a deep look at Dorian, Dole's eyes became a little more dangerous:
"Three days later, the Ferris Wheel Amusement Park, I think you should be interested in this place."

After saying this, Dole left without looking back.

And looking at the back of Dole leaving, Dorian frowned, and with the palm inadvertently clenched, the stone that was held in the palm of his hand had turned into powder at some point, and he murmured to himself in a low voice:
"In three days?"

At the same time, in another high-end hotel in Tokyo, it is obviously the time when noon has the most passenger traffic, but at this moment, there is only one person in this large-scale hotel restaurant.

He was nearly two meters tall and had bronzed skin.

The broad back and thick arm muscles are in a state of drawing.

Under the dark red hair, the eyes are like beasts, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

With a napkin tied around his neck, Yujiro Fanma is known as the strongest neon.

With a knife and fork in his hand, his movements are not graceful at all, but they are efficient and quick.

The seven-ripe steak is cut open, and a large piece of beef with a lot of fat is stuffed into the mouth,
As the teeth chew, the meat is cut into pieces of uniform size by the teeth, so that when swallowing, the body will maximize and efficiently convert these foods into the energy he needs.

And beside the dining table, I watched Yujiro who was about to finish his tenth steak.

Yudi Dubu, the founder of Shenxinhui, had a little more helplessness in his eyes:

"Troll, it's almost over, are you listening to me?"

Swallowing the pieces of meat chewed by his teeth, Yujiro wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, his beast-like sharp eyes flashed with confusion:

"Ah? What did you just say?"

Shaking his head helplessly, he opened his mouth foolishly and alone, but in the end he could only roll his eyes:

"In three days' time, there will be a battle at the Ferris Wheel Amusement Park. I, Shibukawa, and the death row prisoners will participate. Will you come?"

After the words fell, Yujiro's eyes flashed brightly, and a terrifying aura rose around him, and the surging breath gave people the feeling of a human monster about to hunt.

But after a while, Yujiro Fengma shook his head. This terrifying monster lost its initial interest, and his tone was somewhat disdainful:

"I'm not interested in the fight of the underdog."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and ate the steak again.

At the level of Yujiro Fanma, it is difficult for him to feel satisfied even in the battles of top fighters.

As he said, he is not interested in fighting the weak.

What Yujiro, who has stepped into a new level, needs is a real strong man.

And neon, after all, is too small!
The voice fell, although Yujiro's attitude was very annoying.

But knowing the other party's character, and knowing the other party's strength and stupidity even more, he acted like he knew it would be like this.

He nodded in agreement:
"Okay, I know that's the case, you eat slowly."

"By the way, apart from Blade Ya, I heard that there will be a young man from a flower planter this time. If you are interested, you can come and see."

Saying that, the founder of Shenxinhui, a man with the title of "God of War" in Neon, got up and walked out the door.

But he didn't know that as his voice fell, the knife in Fanma Yujiro's hand stopped for a moment.

The casual look in his eyes became a little more exciting in an instant.

(End of this chapter)