Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

"do not know."

Iinuma Isao smiled sarcastically.

Ito Junwen shouted angrily: "Asshole! I'm from the Red Snapper Group..."

Iinuma Isao simply raised his leg and stepped hard on his fingers that were supporting the ground with his clogged foot. The sound of finger bones being broken was heard instantly.

"what--"

The severe pain made Ito Junwen scream.

Iinuma Isao knocked him out with a backhand strike of his sword.

It turns out to be the Red Snapper Group, the fish sellers. I’ll remember you now.

Chapter 32 Revenge is coming

My mom said that today's Yakuza are all toothless tigers and are nothing to worry about.

With my mother's ability, there is no bragging in what she said.

Although her son is not as good as her, if he gets the five skill coupons of the second stage, he should have no problem fighting a group alone.

Ah!

Come on and improve your impressions!

As for the people in the Red Snapper Group, there is no need to be afraid.

So what if you are the governor of Tokyo? Do you dare to openly have any connection with the yakuza?

Don’t you want a career in politics anymore?

Besides, I have Ma Aotian, do you have one?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Tokyo was much more interesting than Hokkaido. Ionuma Izuku excitedly kicked Ito Junfumi's body out and shouted to his younger brother: "I won't take your boss away yet!"

The dozen or so people who were so aggressive just a few minutes ago immediately looked up at their boss in a timid manner and walked away dejectedly.

——I didn't even say a harsh word. These bastards are not doing their job.

Iinuma Isao complained in his heart and turned to look at the old aunt.

Huacheng Xingzi frowned slightly, her narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

She looked at Iinuma Isao and suddenly felt that she needed to get to know this boy again - although he still looked like a sunny and handsome high school student, the majestic and powerful murderous aura he had just displayed revealed another side of him.

That face, as delicate as his mother's, had a personality as distinct as his mother's, with clear love and hate.

As they watched, Huacheng Xingzi asked a very boring question: "Aren't you afraid of their revenge?"

"I'm scared!" Iinuma Isao lied directly.

"Then why don't you behave yourself!" Huacheng Xingzi said unhappily.

She had already settled the matter, but the little devil suddenly made a fuss, and he and Ito Junfumi became mortal enemies.

"I am afraid, but do you want me to watch you being insulted?"

As he spoke, Iinuma Isao suddenly took a step forward.

This is a great opportunity to greatly increase his favorability, and the cunning young man will not miss it.

Mom, I'm sorry, I have to be smooth talking to other women now!

Iinuma Isao approached the old lady, lowered his head slightly to look into her eyes, and said fiercely: "In my eyes, you are a pure and noble woman. I will not allow anyone to humiliate you, not even with words!"

"Eh?"

"Even if it costs me my life, I will protect your image of perfect chastity. Do you understand?"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't answer this.

She had always been strong towards others, and she never thought that she would be attacked back by a fifteen-year-old kid.

...Could he be trying to take advantage of me?

Without waiting for the old lady to organize her words to fight back, Iinuma Isao pointed directly at her heart and said, "From now on, I will accompany you, and I will help you get back at your grievances. From now on, I want you to never bow your head and obey others again, and never be inferior to others again. Even if you have to kneel, you can only kneel in front of me!"

The boy's words were too arrogant, too explicit, and even a little immature.

For a moment, Huacheng Xingzi couldn't get over the shock and words.

What does it mean that I can only kneel in front of you?

What do you want me to kneel for?

The old lady felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. While she was thinking about how to say it, Iinuma Isao suddenly put his hands on her shoulders.

"Eh?"

Huacheng Xingzi's body trembled.

She blinked blankly, and her dark eyeballs rolled around.

A breeze blew through the cherry trees, sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle.

Petals are flying and everything is silent.

It seemed as if the only ones left in the world were this noble lady and this young man, with clouds like quicksand slowly drifting across the blue sky.

What a beautiful scene!

Huacheng Iori looked over from afar, not envious at all.

——Aren’t you living well without it?

Under the blossoming cherry tree, Iinuma Isao held the old lady's shoulders and said sincerely, "Auntie Xingzi, listen to me!"

"W-what..."

Huacheng Xingzi subconsciously put her hands on his chest to prevent his body from getting closer to her.

Iinuma Isao stared at her gradually stupid eyes and said affectionately: "The first time I saw you, I felt close to you. So, what I want to say is - more than anything else, more than anyone else, I want to protect you. No matter when, no matter where, I just want to protect you."

Hearing this, Huacheng Xingzi looked dazed.

She heard the same words, as if she had heard someone say them to her many, many years ago...

who is it?

Who has ever taken care of himself like this?

I have touched something very important!

——But I forgot what it was.

It was as if a switch was suddenly pressed, and some vague memories emerged from the depths of the old lady's mind.

Those memories were colorless and soundless, just like a moldy old 8mm film, with only fragmented and blurry sections released.

In that image, there is no nostalgia, sadness, or regret, only a warm feeling that gradually permeates.

Huacheng Xingzi tilted her head slightly, analyzing in her mind what kind of emotion this was.

The morning light of late spring reflected on her profile, her smooth and delicate skin was as beautiful as the bunch of daffodils that Watanabe picked on the roadside on the day he went to Midori's house.

"Tsk!"

Hanashiro Iori, who was watching from a distance, frowned unhappily and felt extremely contemptuous in his heart.

An old maiden with no emotions at all is so easy to fool. She can be fooled into losing her mind just by saying some lyrics from an Ultraman theme song.

Humph, shame on you!

If it were a divine pretty girl like me, I would definitely not be fooled by him... Thinking of this, Hanashiro Iori puffed out his chest proudly.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem that big.

At this time, the old lady was indeed a little silly.

Just like Wu Zetian lost her husband and Li Zhi.

"Auntie Anzi?" Iinuma Isao called out.

The young man's hot breath hit her face, and Huacheng Xingzi felt hot and her heart was beating fast.

"Uh, okay, I understand, let me go first..."

She spoke with difficulty, trying to use her voice to cover up the sound of her strong heartbeat, praying that the little ghost would not discover her embarrassing situation.

"No, did you hear what I just said?" Iinuma Isao asked suspiciously.

"Of course..."

For some reason, Huacheng Xingzi felt a moment of excitement at this moment.

Looking at the young boy, looking at his delicate and youthful features, I suddenly felt a kind of affectionate attachment in my heart.

It seems like a long, long time ago...

One spring, there were two identical people looking at each other like this, their eyes seemed to be blended together and could never be separated.

Maybe it's an illusion caused by being too tired...

Huacheng Xingzi shook her head slightly and put aside all distracting thoughts.

I have been under a lot of mental stress for the past six months, so it's not surprising that I feel absent-minded occasionally.

Maybe such a scene really happened, but if you can't remember it, it's meaningless, so just pretend it didn't happen.

The petals falling down are like snow and rain.

There were some petals on her hair, shoulders and clothes, and Hanashiro Apricot was also dyed into cherry red.

The boy's eyes had moved to her chest without him noticing.

The towering chest made the collar bulge high.

Her snow-white skin and seductive curves, coupled with her noble and pure face, are so beautiful that it is impossible to look directly at her.

Being stared at by him, Huacheng Xingzi quickly covered her chest with one hand and looked away with a blushing face - the mistress of the Huacheng family actually showed a shy expression like a girl.

In the distance, Hanashiro Iori, who had eaten a belly full of dog food, sighed in despair: "It is a good thing or a bad thing for my aunt to meet such a scheming man..."