Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

After walking out of the gate of Seishi Women's University, Fujii Itsuki looked down at the "Yahoo Transfer Guide App" on her phone, wondering whether to go home directly or take the train to the convenience store in Higashio Kyu.

"Om-"

Turning the corner into an alley in 2-chome, Bunkyo-ku, he was looking down at his cell phone screen when he suddenly heard the roar of a sports car engine behind him.

Turning around, he saw a two-door, four-seater burgundy Porsche speeding past and stopping steadily a few meters in front of him.

"Click——"

The car door opened, and two burly men in suits and ties with fair skin and typical European and American looks walked down from the driver's seat and the front passenger seat.

The six neatly carved characters "Miyazaki Security Company" were engraved on the nameplates on the chests of the two men's suits.

"Gang fight?"

"Bank robbery?"

Fujii Itsuki thought he had accidentally been involved in some emergency, so he put his phone back into his pocket and looked around vigilantly.

The deserted street was empty and deserted, with only him standing there alone. It was obvious that the two men dressed as bodyguards came specifically for him.

"Mr. Fujii Itsuki, please go with our lady."

A bodyguard wearing black sunglasses held the car door and made an inviting gesture to Fujii Itsuki.

"Your young lady?!"

Through the wide-open car door, Fujii Itsuki could clearly see a beautiful girl sitting in the back seat of the Porsche. She was dressed elegantly and gracefully, with a playful smile on her lips.

It is the rich lady Arina Matsumoto!

"What's the meaning?"

"If you can't beat them, you can just call for help, right?"

Narrowing his eyes, Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but frown inwardly as he looked at the two security guards who came with ill intentions.

"What happens if I say no?"

He took his hands out of his coat pockets, ready to escape at any time, and looked in the direction of Matsumoto Arina with sharp eyes.

Personal safety must be in your own hands. Fujii Itsuki couldn't guarantee that the destination of this trip was not the Amazon jungle, a secret cave that was rarely visited by people and could not be detected by any detector.

"You are not qualified to refuse, brat!"

Another bodyguard with a slicked-back blond hair blocked Fujii Itsuki's view and uttered something in broken Japanese.

"Mr. Fujii Itsuki, we are also following orders, please don't make things difficult for us."

The bodyguard wearing sunglasses spoke much better Japanese and his tone was quite polite.

The two bodyguards, one playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop, were like two insurmountable mountains when they stood in front of Fujii Itsuki.

They were tall, about 1.85 meters tall, with solid arm muscles, and they were obviously from martial arts families. They also had a strong aura, and were probably retired soldiers.

Any one of them can crush the low-level thugs in Ayako Ogiwara's bar.

"What are you two still standing there for? Hurry and put him in the car!"

The impatient voice of a young girl came from the rear of the two-door, four-seater Porsche 911, mixed with the anticipation of seeing something good happen.

"Fujii Itsuki, aren't you a good fighter?"

"Try to fight back again!"

"Yes, Miss Matsumoto." The bodyguard with golden slicked-back hair turned around and nodded respectfully to Matsumoto Arina, then strode towards Fujii Itsuki with a grin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujii Itsuki." Another bodyguard also took off his sunglasses and put them in his suit pocket. He was polite at first and then used force, and it was obvious from his posture that he had no intention of showing mercy.

These two white bodyguards were 100% trained in the army. They coordinated with each other well, one on the left and one on the right, and surrounded Fujii Itsuki in basically the same pace.

There was no room for him to escape.

“Tsk—”

Fujii Itsuki's eyes fixed, and his handsome face was filled with a strong sense of coldness.

This Miss Matsumoto asked him to kneel down and call her her boyfriend when they first met at Matsumoto's house. Just now in the kendo club, she was so indiscriminate that she drew her sword and slashed at his back!

This was their third meeting, and they had brought in two well-trained bodyguards to beat him up.

There is no such thing as a third time. Has his temper become milder recently?

With his fists clenched, the progress bar of "Intentional Punch" on Fujii Itsuki's panel suddenly surged again after a long absence!

"not enough!"

With abundant strength flowing through his body, Fujii Itsuki faced two well-trained bodyguards with full firepower, without a single intention of underestimating the enemy.

"System, use the tool, weakness analyzer!"

【Ding! 】

[Weakness Insight Instrument (consumable item): Bind to a specified object to analyze and understand all its weaknesses! (Can be used 2/2 times)]

【Ding! 】

[Weakness Analyzer (usable 1/2 times), binding successful! ]

【Ding! 】

[Weakness Analyzer (usable 0/2 times), binding successful! ]

As the system's emotionless voice fell, in Fujii Itsuki's eyes, the two fierce bodyguards instantly became full of flaws!

"Ho-"

Facing the double-team of two burly men, Fujii Itsuki did not retreat but instead advanced and chose to take the initiative!

"Instead of running away, you attacked us?!"

The bodyguard with a slicked-back golden hair was stunned for a moment, then his expression became more excited. He rushed towards Fujii Itsuki one step faster than his companions, wanting to cut off Fujii Itsuki's arm in one fell swoop.

However, at the moment he lunged forward, Fujii Itsuki seized the flaw sharply, dodged sideways, and concentrated all his strength on his fist, which burst out like a dragon!

"Anger value max!"

"Present-intention-to-punch-!"

"puff--!"

The fist, like a falling meteor, hit the bodyguard with blond hair and a slicked-back hair squarely in the face. His cheek, which had been exposed to wind and sun for many years and had several long and thin scars, suddenly squirmed wildly to the other side like ripples on the water.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Fuck my teeth!!!"

English swear words came out of his mouth, and bright red blood mixed with a few tooth fragments splashed out.

After just one encounter, he was knocked to the side of the road by Fujii Itsuki's punch!

Seeing this, the other bodyguard who had just taken off his sunglasses was shocked, but instead of taking the initiative to step forward to help, he rationally took a few steps back, took out a portable baton from the cab, and protected his employer Matsumoto Arina in the Porsche.

As bodyguards, they have only one priority, which is to protect their employer's personal safety!

After all, the blond man with a slicked back hair was a military man. Fujii Itsuki's attack did not directly destroy his fighting ability, but instead further stimulated his ferocity.

"Fxxk!"

"You little beast!"

The blond with a slicked back hair spat out a mouthful of blood foam, cursed angrily and tried to stand up from the ground.

However, the retreat of his companions directly led to him being isolated and helpless. How could Fujii Itsuki miss such a good opportunity? He flew up and kicked the blond man with a slicked-back hair in the stomach.

"flutter--!"

With the sound of shoes hitting flesh, the bodyguard with a slicked-back blond hair flew backwards, leaving spots of bright red blood on the ground.

In less than half a minute, one of the bodyguards vomited blood and fell down, seriously injured!

Ignoring the painful groans of the man with the blond slicked-back hair, Fujii Itsuki walked straight towards the Porsche with a cold face.

Attack and defense changed, the situation reversed, now it is...

His turn!

"Mr. Fujii, there must be some misunderstanding here..."

The bodyguard who spoke Japanese very well stood in front of the Porsche, showing a peaceful attitude as if he wanted to negotiate a ceasefire. Although he said so, he hit Fujii Itsuki on the head with the baton in his hand without any hesitation.

"Shh-"

The metallic baton cut through the air at an incredibly fast speed and at a tricky angle!

"Go away!"

Fujii Itsuki shouted coldly, dodged the attack with an extremely fast reaction speed, and kneed the opponent in the abdomen.

The elbow is like a knife, and the knee is like a spear!

"crunch-"

The stomach felt as if it had been pierced by a spear, and the subtle sound of broken ribs gradually spread.

"Uh--"

The metal baton fell to the ground, and the bodyguard's cheeks instantly turned purple. He was thrown under the car by Fujii Itsuki like garbage.

The two professional bodyguards were easily dealt with by Fujii Itsuki. Inside the burgundy Porsche 911, Matsumoto Arina's pupils trembled and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Click——"

Fortunately, she was not overwhelmed by fear. When she saw Fujii Itsuki was about to open the door to come in, she quickly locked the car door.

However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Fujii Itsuki had already climbed into the cab from the outside through another open window.

"Nice to meet you again, Ms. Arina."

Reaching out to wipe the bright red blood stains on his cheek, Fujii Itsuki had a cold expression and spoke in a voice without a trace of emotion.

"Fujii Fujii...Fujii Itsuki!"

An indescribable chill spread throughout his body along with the blood that was wiped off, and Matsumoto Arina's delicate body couldn't help but shiver.

"calm!"

"It's especially important to stay calm at times like this!"

"I am the daughter of Yuriko Matsumoto. He doesn't dare to do anything to me!"

Sitting in the back seat, Matsumoto Yuina gritted her teeth, trying to look calm, and shouted at Fujii Itsuki in a timid tone, "You...what do you want to do?"

"Snapped--!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her pretty and delicate face was slapped by Fujii Itsuki.

"Huh——" With her long chestnut hair dyed loose, Matsumoto Arina covered her red face with her hands, her pupils distorted as she looked at Fujii Itsuki with disbelief.

"What do I want to do?"

Fujii Itsuki showed no mercy at all and grabbed Matsumoto Arina's long chestnut hair.

"I should be the one asking Miss Youcai this question!"

"hiss--"

"It hurts so much!" The pain of her scalp almost tearing apart made Matsumoto Arina gasp involuntarily. Her regular facial features were squeezed together and she glared at Fujii Itsuki with eyes full of anger.

"I don't think I've ever taken the initiative to provoke Miss Youcai, and I just rejected Miss Youcai's support conditions. There can't be much hatred between us, right?"

"Why did you sneak attack me in the Kendo Club just now? And now you are not giving up and you are sending two bodyguards to block my way!"

Fujii Itsuki's questioning voice echoed in the narrow space of the Porsche.

Having fallen into such a situation, Matsumoto Arina not only did not feel ashamed, but instead sneered and said: "Ha, reject me..."

"You are just a commoner in the lower town. If it weren't for my mother, you would never have the chance to talk to me in your life!"

"What qualifications do you have to reject me?"

She raised her voice, just like the first time she met her, with her pretty face held high, and scolded Fujii Itsuki in the tone of a Brahmin scolding a Shudra.

"Shitamachi civilians?"

"You're not qualified to refuse?"

The veins on Fujii Itsuki's forehead jumped, "Okay..."