At the beginning, he was reborn as Xiaochi in another world.

Tap tap tap...

Relaxed and slightly light footsteps sounded from outside the warehouse, followed closely by a figure wearing a white windbreaker-style special attack suit walked in from the outside.

"Chief, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department have returned. The police department leading the team added that they will conduct a search for the suspect in his jurisdiction in accordance with your request."

Gian Qingzong, with his hair parted and a clean face, stopped at the entrance of the warehouse, bent towards the Ninth Dragon God from a distance and said. There was an accidental fire at home when Gan Qingzong was a child, and his sister Qian Chiyin was burned by the fire. He was severely burned, and Qian Qingzong himself was disfigured by the fire.

After the Ninth Dragon God conquered Qian Qingzong, he said that he would arrange for his sister and brother to go to the peninsula for plastic surgery.

However, Qian Chiyin's injuries were too serious.

It was too serious, even if he could survive subsequent treatment, his physical condition was still unable to undergo plastic surgery, so the Ninth Dragon God arranged for Qian Qingzong to go to the peninsula alone to have the burn marks on his face surgically removed.

It was completely eliminated.

Although you can't look closely at Qian Qingzong's face, you can still see the disharmony between the skin, but it can still be regarded as a perfect level of plastic surgery when Qian Qingzong returned from the peninsula.

The Ninth Dragon God was astonished and repeatedly praised the uniqueness of Peninsula's plastic surgery industry.

Think of a certain tabletennis female player who has forgotten her ancestors and became a naturalized Peninsula.

Her hair-changing skills are so amazing that she can transform into a girl.

, Doctor Peninsula asked you if you accept it!

At this time, Yasuhiro Muto, who had already taken out the list of members of the Aimei Aizhu junior high school team from Nagauchi Nobugao's mouth, was holding a notepad in his left hand and was beaten in his right hand. The unrecognizable Nagauchi Shinaka came back from the corner, threw Nagauchi away like trash, opened the notepad, tore out two pages, and handed it to Sano Manjiro.

Sano Manjiro took the paper without looking at it. After seeing it, he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, and said to the surrounding cadres:"Except for Ah Pa, the rest of the cadres bring your team and follow me!"

"yes!"

Kuisuke and others in the field nodded in agreement and began to call for their team to gather together and prepare to set off for work.

Apa stared at Nagauchi Shintaka who was lying motionless on the ground, clenching his fists, and the anger in his heart continued to burn.

"Ah Pa, take Chang Nei and follow Qing Zong."

The Ninth Dragon God stepped forward and patted Ah Pa on the shoulder, and said:"If you really decide to take action, then don't hesitate. Qingzong will help you take care of everything. Our brothers in the East, if someone touches a finger, we will cut off the other person's hand!"

Apa's eyes flickered when he heard this, and it was obvious that he had a serious psychological struggle.

His chest began to rise and fall slightly, he turned his head and glanced at the Qian Qing Sect who was nodding towards him, and then nodded heavily towards the Ninth Dragon God, with a look on his face. He said firmly:"Brother, I understand!"

"Okay, once you understand, let’s do it."

The Ninth Dragon God patted Ah Pa's shoulder again and said softly.

Looking at Ah Pa and Qian Qingzong's leaving figures, the Ninth World Dragon God took out the cigarette case from his pocket and took out a cigarette. After lighting it, he slowly smoked, and his stern face was covered bit by bit under the smoke.

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"stop!!"

"If you run away again I'll kill you!!"

"People are here!!"

"Go around and block him!!!"

On a certain commercial street in Shinjuku, a junior high school student wearing a white shirt and black uniform pants was covered in sweat. One of the shoes on his feet was missing. His breathing was rapid, whirring like a windmill, and he was headlong and desperate. Running forward.

Behind him, there were five or six Bosozokus wearing black special attack uniforms with ferocious faces, chasing after him less than ten meters away.

The sound of wind whistling in his ears. All kinds of curses kept coming to the middle school student's ears. He was anxious and panicked, wishing he could grow another leg.

He couldn't figure out why he was suddenly being harassed on his way home from school. He is aware of the recent conflict between his team and Dong

卍, but if Dong 卍 doesn't go to his own team, what will he do to this little soldier?

Next, the junior high school student's steps began to become messy. After running forward for more than ten meters, he finally made an accident and his feet got mixed with each other. His whole body hit the concrete floor heavily, and the hard ground suddenly Then he knocked out his nose and mouth and drew blood.

"Well! it hurts!!"

The junior high school student lay on the ground, covering his mouth and nose with his hands in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Huhuhu~"

"Huchi~huchi!"

"What the hell! The little cub can run quite well!!"

"Run! Run another one for the uncle!!"

"Miscellaneous repair!"

The members of the East who caught up were all holding their knees with their hands, their faces were red, their lips were white, and there were beads of sweat on their foreheads. They glared at the junior high school student on the ground with a gloomy face, gasping for air and cursing at the same time.

One After the Dongswaste member adjusted his breathing, although his chest was still heaving violently, his body finally recovered some strength, so he took a step forward, kicked the junior high school student on the ground in the head, and then stepped on the junior high school student with the sole of his foot. He raised his head and asked sternly:"Miscellaneous cultivator! Are you Mikawa from Shinjuku Sixth Middle School?! ah!"

"Well...no, I'm not! I'm not!!"

"Bagaya deer!! Do you really think I am an idiot?! ah!!"

"boom!"

"ah!! I was wrong! I was wrong! I am! I am!! stop fighting!"

After a few kicks, the junior high school student who originally wanted to get through the test immediately held his head and rolled around, and quickly begged for mercy. Although he didn't know what the people from Dongsika wanted to do with him, as long as he stopped beating him now, he could do anything.

"Is Tetsuta Kisaki your leader?! Where are they? Where to live?! Which junior high school?!"

The member of Dongsheng who made the move leaned down, reached out and grabbed the junior high school student's hair, pulled it up, and asked sternly.

The junior high school student whose scalp was pulled and aching quickly screamed in pain, and said:"It hurts... it hurts... I don't want it. I know! I really don’t know this! I'm just an ordinary member! I don't know anything!!"

"What a waste!"

After hearing this, the Dongswastika members all had ugly expressions on their faces. The one who took action even held down the junior high school student's head and hit it hard on the ground. There was a loud noise from the back of the head and the ground.

"Didi didi!"

"Hello!! What are you doing!"

Just when the members of Dongsheng wanted to ask more questions, a series of short whistles sounded.

A patrolman in blue uniform held a baton in one hand and a whistle in the other hand, blowing towards them. Running over here

"withdraw!!!"

"Run!!" When the Dongswasta members saw this, they immediately ran away and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

When the patrolman ran over, only the junior high school student was left on the ground rolling his eyes.