The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 86 Speed ​​of Life and Death (9)

"Asshole, what do you want to do to Nobunaga?!" The yellow-haired guy stretched out a hand and grabbed Kuroda Nobunaga who was about to float towards the taxi.

"Yōichi, save me! Save me!" The young version of Kuroda Nobunaga shouted in fear: "Don't let go!"

The yellow-haired guy with the airplane hair said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about! I will never let you be taken away!"

Qian Xiaoyi was speechless and said, "Tsk... You make me look like the villain in some hot-blooded boy comic... Speaking of which, Kuroda, you have been escaping from reality here for long enough, right? Don't you know that your family is very worried? As a mature adult, don't indulge in this childish game of playing house. Wake up, you are already in your forties, you are not some biker boy anymore! You still have a family to support!"

"Family..." Kuroda Nobunaga's face flashed his original painful expression again, but he immediately returned to his younger version. He cried and shouted like a child: "No, I don't want to go back! Yangyi!"

"Don't worry." The figure of the yellow-haired man with a crew cut flashed, and he said seriously: "No one can hurt my friends in front of me!"

The motorcycle flashed and teleported a long distance, appearing directly behind Granny Turbine. Qian Xiaoyi's eyes widened. He didn't expect the other party to have such a trick. To be honest, he was really troubled by these emerging urban legends. As products that have only appeared in recent years, he had no knowledge of the relevant knowledge before, let alone how to deal with them. He could only rely on his intuition to grope in the dark. It was normal for things that he didn't expect to happen.

"It's okay, the ink line is still there." Qian Xiaoyi noticed this and shouted to the driver, "Follow them, they can't get away."

The taxi continued to approach. Qian Xiaoyi turned the compass and restrained Kuroda to prevent him from being pulled back. The taxi came to the side of the motorcycle again. At this time, they were only a few body lengths away from Turbo Grandma.

"Kuroda! Wake up!" Qian Xiaoyi shouted, "You are a 40-year-old man, you have a daughter and a wife who love you! Now they are worried about your hospital bills. Are you willing to continue to stay here and play house like a bosozoku and escape from reality, or go back to your family and take on the responsibilities of a real man?"

"I... Anzi, Mima..." Kuroda's face kept flashing between youth and age. He was in great pain and hesitant.

"Hey, Nobunaga." The yellow-haired man shouted, "We still want to dominate all of Japan and make Yakiniku the strongest and most famous. This is our agreement. Have you forgotten?"

"Promise! But, family..." The young Kuroda Nobunaga's eyes lit up, and then he turned into middle-aged Kuroda, extremely conflicted.

"What family?" The yellow-haired crew cut said, "Your home is here, in Yegui Niku!"

"Alas... I really want to stay here and continue to race freely, but..." The young version of Kuroda Nobunaga sighed and said in a vicissitudes of life tone: "Sorry, Yoichi, I seem to have played here for too long. I should go back. Sachiko and the others are still waiting for me."

"Very good!" Qian Xiaoyi was very excited when he saw this. In the tug-of-war for Kuroda Nobunaga, the balance of victory had gradually tilted towards him. All he had to do was let Inuyama Heita stick the requiem talisman on Kuroda Nobunaga's body and everything would be done!
"So I said, your home... is! Here! Ah!!!"

A tyrannical aura came from the yellow-haired pilot. His appearance had completely changed, his whole body was covered in blood, his motorcycle became tattered, and the car was still on fire. It was very miserable, but at this time, he was still riding the motorcycle and moving forward at a high speed.

"Are you going to defect from Yakiniku, Nobunaga?" The yellow-haired crew cut man grabbed Kuroda Nobunaga's arm with his hands twisted beyond recognition and kept increasing his strength. In the struggle with Qian Xiaoyi, Kuroda felt like he was about to be torn apart, and he screamed in pain.

"We'll soon be on par with Granny Turbine." Qian Xiaoyi glanced ahead and gritted his teeth, "Let's go for it! As long as we stick the Requiem Talisman on it, we'll win."

He increased his strength, almost twisting Kuroda Nobunaga a little, and getting closer to the taxi. "Heitaro! Do it!" Qian Xiaoyi twisted the compass and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Inuyama Heita unbuckled his seat belt, leaned out of the window, and stretched out his hand as hard as he could, trying to stick the talisman in his hand on Kuroda Nobunaga's head.

"Almost, just a little bit!" Inuyama Heita shouted, "Just a little bit closer!" He was just one step away from success.

"Okay!" Qian Xiaoyi continued to turn the compass with trembling fingers, veins bulging on his arms.

"Don't even think about taking him away!" The yellow-haired guy with the crew cut roared, and his bony hands began to exert force.

Kuroda Nobunaga screamed, his body suddenly changed into the form of a young biker, and then changed back into the form of a middle-aged man, just like a TV screen with poor signal. This made Qian Xiaoyi slow down for a moment, and he suddenly thought of something. The next second, Kuroda Nobunaga was torn apart by two powerful forces, and two heads were pulled out of him, one was a teenager and the other was a middle-aged man, as strange as a deformed conjoined twin. With this change, the head of the middle-aged Kuroda Nobunaga finally came in front of Inuyama Heita.

"Wait a minute!" Qian Xiaoyi suddenly shouted, "Heitaro, don't touch him now!"

"Ah?" Inuyama Heita was stunned and stopped moving his hands, but before he could react, the middle-aged Kuroda who split out took the initiative to put his head onto the talisman.

"Goodbye, Yangyi." The middle-aged Kuroda murmured.

The moment the talisman was attached to the middle-aged Kuroda Nobunaga's head, the middle-aged Kuroda disappeared, and the young Kuroda was pulled back onto the motorcycle, panting and shouting excitedly: "Well done, Yangyi! You are awesome!"

Qian Xiaoyi suddenly lost his target, exerted too much force, and sat on the roof of the car.

“Hahaha, what’s that?” The guy with the yellow-haired airplane head laughed. “Let’s start racing! Towards our dream!”

"Oh oh oh!!!"

A fierce flame spurted out of the exhaust port of the tattered biker motorcycle and they began to sprint forward. They were level with Granny Turbo. At this time, Granny Turbo turned her head to look at them and smiled.

"Oh no!" Qian Xiaoyi's eyes moved to the plumb line connecting the taxi and the motorcycle. He quickly got up and reached out to touch the plumb line. The other party had already started a "competition" with Turbo Grandma, and he wanted to cut off this connection!
But a second before his nails touched the ink line, Granny Turbine moved.

The motorcycle and the turbocharger rushed out like rockets. The tunnel that had been going straight forward also changed and became winding. Under these two unexpected events, the taxi was thrown out uncontrollably and crashed into the wall at a very fast speed.

The last scene before Qian Xiaoyi lost consciousness was a wall that kept getting bigger and a harsh brake sound.

—and one last loud crash.

(End of this chapter)