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

The phone suddenly rang.

He took the mobile phone handed to him by his younger brother.

Okamoto Xiaozhi called out hello, but he didn't expect that the person on the other side was Nagano Nao. He immediately said to the air with his body restrained: "Sir, what can I do for you? I'm not in the company now? Well... I'm working in Samachi..."

the other side.

Asked for the address.

Naoo Nagano got up from Kurata Himiri, took the keys, and drove to Nakakyosamachi.

After wandering around the area for a while, I finally found Okamoto Kozhi and his gang of bastards at Rokuchome.

Nagano Nao looked a little suspicious.

Through the car window, Neng Ou could see that the situation at the scene was quite strange.

A girl in a high school uniform, wearing it like a hostess, with her shirt taken off to reveal her shoulders, was standing next to this guy Okamoto Kozhi.

A frying pan with flames and steaming hot oil.

Next to him was a useless old man in his fifties, kneeling on the ground, crying like a Japanese.

He frowned secretly.

The mafia is such trash that they cannot be tolerated. Okamoto is still using these tricks when he is working with me. Sooner or later he will get himself into trouble.

But look at it.

Nagano Nao was a little confused.

Okamoto Xiaozhi took out a bag of flour while cursing, and then had someone beat the fish. No one knew what he was doing.

After a while.

The girl in high school uniform took the flour and started kneading the dough, finally kneading it into round balls.

When it was put into the oil pan, the splashing oil scared the girl a little.

It was unclear what Okamoto was yelling at. He asked the girl to stand still and then he picked up his camera and started taking pictures.

Nagano Nao was a little curious, so he secretly observed from the car.

One of the men took the photo from Okamoto's hand and went to stop people around. After a while, he brought several customers over.

Next steps.

Nagano Nao was completely stunned.

The customers who were pulled over were all lustful. They clearly bought dough fish balls, but paid 10,000 yuan for them.

Soon, these guys seemed to realize that they had been cheated and started arguing with Okamoto. In the end, Okamoto revealed his tattoos and they could only leave cursing.

What is this operation?

With such questions in mind, Nagano Nao got out of the car.

See him coming.

Okamoto Kozhi quickly dropped the tools for making frying meatballs, quickly wiped his hands, and trotted over.

"What are you doing here?"

"This pig borrowed two million from the company to invest in stocks, and he has never been able to pay it back!"

"and then?"

What then?

Okamoto looked as if he didn't need to ask this question and said, "I'll just try to help them make money!"

"..."

A muscle on Nagano Nao's face twitched.

I don't understand what's going on in this guy's train of thought.

Okamoto Kozhi was also confused, and couldn't understand why Nagano Nagano couldn't even understand this.

Take a look at the JK girl.

Look at the Yakuza freelancers around you.

Nagano shook his head, not wanting to bother with such trivial matters: "As long as it's not against the law, it's fine! I don't want to get involved in other matters."

"I understand what you mean, sir! I, Okamoto, am not that kind of person." Okamoto Xiaozhi nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"That's good to understand! The economy is bad, and the crackdown on the Yakuza will only get more severe in the future!"

"I know! So I also want to help them do business well!"

"Just don't cause any trouble. By the way, do you know which company Akina Nakamori's sister works for?"

"Akina Nakamori? She's a scumbag from the north house, specializing in filming pornographic things, but I heard that her sister is just trying to make a debut by borrowing Nakamori's fame..."

Okamoto Kozhi is not stupid at all. He looked at Nagano Nao and said with a discerning look.

"I see... Let the news spread. If anyone dares to let Nakamori Akiho hang out in this circle, please be prepared to take care of me."

"Hayi!"

Get this done.

Nao Nagano rushed to a beach villa.

The room was quiet.

Nagano Nao pushed open the door, looked around, and finally saw a woman hiding in the corner, leaning on the ground smoking.

It was a fragile beauty.

Like a crisp full moon wrapped in mist.

A crisp, pale, and pitiful face, with fine, clean curly hair, cold, sharp shoulders, and eyes filled with stars, a huge and deep sky, but full of broken and wooden feelings.

Such a woman exudes a sad aura that makes people feel pity for her.

But Nagano Nao showed no mercy at all.

walk over.

He snatched the cigarette from Akina Nakamori's hand.

"Baga! You bitch, don't you know that smoking is harmful to your health? Who allowed you to smoke?"

Being imprisoned.

And was raped again.

Only Akina Nakamori knows the pain in her heart.

Now even his cigarettes were taken away from him. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he stood up and roared, "What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson? You just want to have sex with me, right? Come on! Come on! Let me see the bravery of a big shot again!"

Tear off the clothes on your body.

With tears of despair in her eyes, Nakamori Nakagami glared at Nagano Naoio as if she was crazy.

What greeted her was a slap in the face.

There is no explanation.

Nagano Nao slapped Akina Nakamori, who was known as the original singer and was admired by thousands of people, so hard that she covered her face.

"Are you fucking cheap?"

"If you don't even know how to love yourself, how can you expect others to love you?"

Grabbing Nakamori Naka's hair, he pulled her to the bathroom mirror and forced her to look up. Nagano said coldly, "Look at this bitch in the mirror!"

"To gain sympathy by showing a pitiful and weak appearance."

"You're so immersed in the role that you can't even tell the difference between what's real and what's fake?"

"You torture yourself just because of some garbage. Are you crazy?"

clap clap clap!

The more he talked, the angrier he became.

Nagano Nao slapped him several times.

Just beating people still doesn't satisfy my anger.

Take the cigarettes out of your pocket.

Nao Nagano crushed all the tobacco, put it into a cup to make water, and brought it to Akina Nakamori.

"You like to torture yourself, right?"

“I feel like life is not fun.”

"Come!"

"Drink these for me!"

"Drink it and it's all over. I'll be free."

Holding yellow liquid.

Naoyoshi Nagano was like a beast, pouring the liquid into Akina Nakamori's mouth.

Poor singer, she had never seen such a bastard before, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"So you don't want to die!"

"So, are you a bitch?"

"Torture yourself because of other people's problems?"

"Did you eat too much stool?"

After pouring out the nicotine water, Nagano Nao said unhappily: "If you want to be my woman, you must have your own personality and face. Don't mess yourself up because of some messy things."

"Now, go change your clothes!"

I didn't even dare to talk back.

Nakamori Nakagami obediently went to change her clothes.