In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

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"Madam, after this happened, you don't want your husband to go to jail for blackmail, do you?"

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Chapter 272 Cruise Casino

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The weather in summer changes suddenly.

Strong winds brought heavy rain from the sky.

The rainstorm was like the cry of a baby. Not only did it lack a gradual rhythm or sign from choking, sobbing, to tears when it fell.

In an instant, the raindrops formed into lines, and the thick raindrops splashed a layer of white mist on the ground, like a misty white gauze, stirring up water splashes.

Looking out through the glass window, it seemed as if there was an extremely wide pearl curtain hanging between the sky and the earth, making everything hazy.

The torrential rain hit the earth so hard that there was no chance to breathe. The water stains on the path spread rapidly, as if a gong was being beaten wildly by the rain, making crackling sounds.

Passionate lightning streaked across the sky, then disappeared into the darkness with a crisp thunderbolt. The rain was raging, the wind was howling, and the passionate melody was tinging everything around...

Ichiro Yamaguchi knelt on the ground.

Let the rain continue to flow down your face.

Why does this happen?

Why is even a big shot like Miura so humble in front of him?

Isn't he just a hairless guy who just graduated?

If he has such terrible power, why doesn't he show it normally?

fake!

all fake!

They must all be fake!

I really want to tell myself that I am just dreaming.

But the rain continued to fall.

Crackling, crackling...the crackling sound, the tremendous power can be seen in the eyes, poured on the face, and hit the heart, making people sober and calm.

Tears mixed with rain flowed down his face.

Why...with such a strong power, you still pretend to be weak? ! ! !

I do not know how long it has been.

The rain seems to be getting lighter.

Nearby, raindrops condensed on the leaves continued to drip down and fell into the small puddles on the side of the road.

There was a slight sound from the door.

Nagano Nao walked out and saw Ichiro Yamaguchi lying on the ground.

Compared with his usual sophisticated and capable appearance, he now looked ashen, his usually neat suit was askew, his tie casually dropped around his neck, he looked decadent, with dull eyes, like a walking corpse without a soul.

Paji.

The straight man lit a cigarette in the long night.

Take a deep breath.

Nicotine enters the body through the breath, travels around the body, and erodes the lungs and brain.

I feel like I'm quite perverted.

As expected, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

I have been led astray by this guy Ikeda!

But it seems like, nothing!

At this moment, the room behind suddenly became deserted, with only Mrs. Yamaguchi lying on the sofa. There seemed to be a hint of coolness in the air at this time, and time slipped away quietly with the ticking of time.

She had a rosy complexion and was very beautiful.

The snow-white body trembled, drawing a wonderful arc, which made the curves more prominent. The slender snow-white legs and the slender waist were well-proportioned, and it looked like she had gained some weight or lost some weight.

But at this moment, her face was dazed. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on her perfect white cheeks. A line of clear tears could be vaguely seen. She stared at the ceiling blankly.

At this time.

Ichiro Yamaguchi looked up.

The look in Nagano Nao's eyes was filled with resentment, anger, and deep humiliation.

This is very frustrating.

Nagano Nao came over, squatted down, blew out smoke rings, blew them on Yamaguchi Ichiro's face, and said: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"But wasn't this your choice, Yamaguchi-kun?"

This ordinary sentence instantly crushed Ichiro Yamaguchi's last bit of spirit.

Unexpectedly, he was like a ravaged lone wolf, struggling heart-wrenchingly, howling like a ghost, crying bitterly, and finally collapsing on the ground.

"Why? ! ! Why!!! You obviously have a very strong background... Don't you think that what you did is despicable and shameless? ! ! "

"why?"

Nagano thought for a while and said, "It should be more interesting to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger! Your wife has such a good figure, but I have a high moral bottom line.

Normally, my moral standards would not allow me to do anything immoral.

Come to think of it, I actually quite hate Cao Mengde.

So of course I have to hide my identity and watch your ridiculous and childish setup."

"..."

Ichiro Yamaguchi's snot was running into his mouth.

He clenched his fists and beat his body hard.

Although he didn't understand what Nagano Nao meant when he said he hated Cao Mengde, it was obvious that some of his plans seemed as childish as a clown in his eyes.

"All right!"

"I have to admit, I'm a hypocrite."

"I take back what I just said."

Nagano Nao took a long puff of his cigarette and said seriously.

"But aren't you more hypocritical than me, Yamaguchi-kun?"

"Indeed, your wife is wonderful, and makes people very obsessed and likable."

"As a man, I have to admit that I envy you, Yamaguchi-kun, for being so lucky."

"But if you really don't want your wife to sacrifice for you, Yamaguchi-kun, why are you just suffering here and not stopping it?"

"So, compared to going to jail, you accept it, right?"

Ichiro Yamaguchi forgot to cry anymore.

When I turned around suddenly, I saw a pair of eyes filled with tears, filled with despair and collapse.

"Mieko, that's not the case! Don't listen to what he says..."

"..."

The police car came with a whistle.

Because of the huge amount of extortion and the presence of witnesses and evidence, the police station issued an arrest warrant.

"Nagano, you untrustworthy beast!"

"I curse you to hell!"

"You'll die a miserable death, you bastard!"

"..."

Wow.

Wow!

The police car took the person away.

Watching the flashing police lights go away.

Nagano said self-deprecatingly: "I am such a scumbag!"

No one echoed.

Miura Yanyi knew that the matter was settled, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He said goodbye, and left with Yoshiaki Ono, who had three fingers cut off.

So much happens in one day.

Mrs. Yamaguchi's eyes were dull, her beautiful eyes had lost their luster, and her body went limp and slid to the ground.

"Madam, let me take you home!"

"..."

Another rainstorm is coming.

The heavy raindrops hit the windows of people's houses, making a loud noise.

Fierceness and suddenness, struggle and intensification, all present in this violent wind and rainstorm! Suddenly! Venting! Stepping and jumping! Spinning like a storm, spinning like a rainstorm, footsteps like heavy raindrops splashing on the ground.

"Am I a woman with a lowly body?"

Mrs. Yamaguchi curled up her body, lowered her head and whispered, as if she was talking to herself.

"Maybe, yeah..."

But can I blame myself for this?