Order French fries at Shuchiin

This bat is going to be a pain. He looked at the point of force that could form a W shape and said casually, "At least this can really attract their attention, right? We are short on time, so let's keep it simple."

And I don’t know what the progress is on Hasaka’s side... It’s better to delay it for a while if possible.

However, it was Hasaka who hacked the surveillance equipment here, so that no one except the bartender realized that two uninvited guests had come and were destroying the store's assets unscrupulously. (Referring to a can of milk and a baseball bat)

Fujiwara Chika is still in there! Hayasaka watched the two people on the surveillance camera, tapping with his hands at the speed of protecting the family tree, and his whole body was numb.

I'm so stupid, really...

Hayasaka felt extremely sad and overwhelmed when he thought about the fact that he did not give Shuchiin's contact information because he was afraid that Xingyuan Hui would expose his identity.

Compared to exposing his relationship with Miss Kaguya to Fujiwara Chika, it is obvious that the consequences of Fujiwara Chika getting into trouble are more serious! I have covered up your tracks! Xing Yuanhui, what are you doing? !

What's the point of you fighting? There are dozens of people inside, do you think you are Lu Bu in the world?

If they were playing games, I believe that Hayasaka's greeting would have been displayed on Xingyuanhui's face, and they might even turn on the microphone for a hearty argument.

Xing Yuanhui, who was lying on the bar and lamenting how time had taken so long, had no idea of Hasaka's inner roar. He was chatting with Fujiwara Chika out of boredom:

"If it doesn't work, we can just buy the stick. At worst, I can give them ten sticks as compensation."

Let's make a joke to ease the mood of the senior sister.

Xing Yuanhui looked at Fujiwara Chika, who was fidgeting and twisting her body constantly, with the seat under her butt turning left and right.

Yes, even though she loves to play and make trouble, Fujiwara-senpai, who has strict family education, wouldn't do what I do, right?

If we make an analogy of the two people's ability to stir up trouble, then Fujiwara Chika has been dealing with the Fujiwara family's house rules over the years, which is to dip the hot water as cautiously as a dragonfly touching the water. She has a lot of ideas, but they are not explosive enough.

Xing Yuanhui was different. He had lived two lives, was rich and had plenty of free time. He had fought guerrilla warfare with the dean, his nominal guardian. He was like a monkey running around on the electric poles every day to do "electrician work", which frightened his brothers and sisters. Sometimes they would get electrocuted and fall to the ground and soak in water to recover.

Fujiwara Chika could see that Xing Yuanhui was feeling uneasy because he was not used to this way of doing things. She put a finger on the bar and made circles, saying, "Not really, it's just that some..."

She thought for a long time before she could describe her current feelings: "I can't adapt, it's like I used to take the tram to school every day, but starting today the tram stopped running and I can only ride a bicycle to school every day."

After all, they are all people who have done bad things, and no one can say no to their thunderous means. Anyone with normal empathy can understand it, just like you can't subdue a murderer with a lollipop.

It can be said that having the right judgment does not mean that you will do the right thing. Humans are emotional animals, and they can still make "rational" judgments on paper.

But in reality, this kind of "rationality" is like a thin film between the brain and nerves. We cannot always ignore the existence of the film. Here, it is something called "sensitivity".

She truly felt sorry for what happened to the bartender, but she also agreed with Xing Yuanhui's approach. This was the point of conflict in her heart.

Maybe I shouldn't have come? Even if I have the responsibility of a "senior", there is a limit to this responsibility, right?

Fujiwara Chika thought to herself with self-mockery, she clearly wanted to do her part, but it was too much trouble for her to cause trouble...

Xing Yuanhui looked at his senior sister, whose eyes were wandering around and she was biting her lips, looking extremely conflicted.

"Don't worry so much, right?" He said softly, "There's always a first time for everything. How can you know if you're not suitable if you don't try?"

Seeing the senior sister looking up at him, Xing Yuanhui took advantage of the situation and said, "Maybe I'll be relying on you in a while. I'm really not familiar with negotiation. I don't even bargain when I go to the market to buy vegetables."

Hearing the junior's words of dependence, Fujiwara Chika lowered her head again, and the junior could not see what her expression was.

Is this a success? He wasn't sure, but at least the senior was no longer rocking the seat under her buttocks.

Now, it is absolutely impossible to say that the main force is Hasaka!

He felt a little guilty about partially covering up his plan, just like a nurse who tricks a child into thinking the injection doesn't hurt.

But seriously, why did I agree to let Fujiwara Chika participate in today's plan? After a moment of silence, Xing Yuanhui began to wonder why he brought her here.

Was it because he couldn't stand the senior's relentless pursuit? It didn't seem like it. When I was in the first year of junior high school, the dean played the emotional card and the academic card on me, but he still couldn't coax me into the classroom. He made me into a rare elf that only appeared at a specific time (referring to the exam).

The attack was much more powerful than Fujiwara Chika's, and it completely triggered the teacher's elusive passive skill. Just like the unlucky guy who sneaked out of class and thought he hadn't been discovered, Xing Yuanhui could always see a shadow on the glass of the music room at that time, which scared him to death.

What was that? Xing Yuanhui carefully recalled his mood at that time - at that time, he seemed to be a little happy?

Just this happy...

Before I could think further, a sound of footsteps could be heard from a distance, and dense sounds slowly came from deeper into the nightclub like a tide, like a storm before a storm.

Xing Yuanhui cheered up, holding the V-shaped baseball bat, and placed his other hand across the bar, close to the bartender's shaker and a series of work tools, and by the way, signaled to Fujiwara Chika that the main person was coming, so get ready.

When the senior student raised her hand again, the door was slowly pushed open, and hair of various colors came in one after another. The Yamamoto hair and crew cut that are common among Japanese gangsters instantly crowded around the bar, and various iron tools in their hands made crackling sounds.

The bartender was not inside. He was probably forced to sit in the lounge by his "supervisor". After all, the scene that was about to happen might not be very pretty.

A middle-level gangster wearing sunglasses stepped forward and leaned on the bar with his sturdy arms. The sunglasses fell down, revealing the ferocious eyes of their owner. He said in a deep voice:

"You seem to be investigating something interesting, right?"

As he spoke, he gradually moved his face closer, and like the slow-motion shots commonly seen in horror movies, a horrifying monster broke out of the human body, announcing the birth of a monster to the world.

However, Xing Yuanhui didn't buy it. He smiled and said, "It seems that Ogino told you something? But didn't the bartender tell you that your treasured weapon was broken into nunchakus by me?"

After saying that, he directly put his hand on the chest of the gangster in sunglasses and pushed him to the end of the bar. The cabinets on the road were subconsciously grabbed by him, but they failed to resist his drive to retreat, and instead brought down a few bottles of wine.

If there hadn't been someone to take over his and the wine in the cabinet, I'm afraid some hot-blooded young man would have rushed over without being able to hold back.

Xing Yuanhui's mouth curled up, obviously not taking them seriously. Some new gangsters felt insulted and wanted to run forward to hit the guy wearing a gangster mask, but they were stopped.

Because this arrogant gangster was bending the V-shaped baseball bat into a W shape, showing the audience how easy he was, as if he was just playing with wire.

"You..." The gangster in sunglasses pressed his chest and gasped. He felt like his internal organs had been swung around by the combination of the roller coaster and the bungee jumping machine. He felt like vomiting.

"Seeing you, I finally feel relieved." Xing Yuanhui moved his body and stood in front of Fujiwara Chika, and said with emotion, "Don't come over, although you are here to cause trouble, I am not here to fight."

He then said, "Where's your boss? I want to talk to him about something."

"Why do you want to see the big brother?" Seeing that the gangster in sunglasses was feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath and unable to speak, someone took over and asked Xing Yuanhui.

"Have you seen my school uniform?" Xing Yuanhui held up his collar, with a reckless smile showing through the slit of his hood. "I think someone among you can recognize which school this person is from, right? Since you can recognize him, it's better to let the boss talk to me, otherwise it won't end well if things get out of hand."

Behind him, Fujiwara Chika tightened her grip on her phone, and the screen indicated that someone had sent her a message.

"..."Everyone was silent and the scene was silent.

Some people wanted to rush forward to show their "passion", but were held down by others.

Very good, there are still people who can recognize this school uniform.

Xing Yuanhui thought indifferently: It’s not that you can rush over, but the young lady behind me may not be able to accept it, so it’s better to avoid this situation.

The gangster with sunglasses on the side took deep breaths and finally spoke. He reluctantly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Rebirth or destruction?" Xing Yuanhui answered casually. There was no point in talking too much with his younger brothers.

Some gangsters frowned and glared, obviously dissatisfied with Xing Yuanhui's answer.

"It's just a one-time deal."

The smile on Xing Yuanhui's face froze a little, because it was Fujiwara Chika who spoke.

It seems like it’s not your turn yet, but never mind.

He moved aside slightly to guard the main road, allowing the gangsters to see her but not get close to her.

"A future role in the Guangxia Group. I wonder if the leader of your group can talk to us about this?" She said in a deep voice, her tone completely different from before, firm and resolute, and quite heroic.

There was silence again, and some of the cadres who were maintaining order showed hesitation on their faces. Obviously, the cadres knew that after the former boss was arrested by the police, the Guangxia Group would encounter troubles in the near future.

But no matter how serious the situation is, it is still a crisis that has not happened yet. If we just agree to this, why are we still in the mafia?

"...Let them come up." A man slowly walked out from the depths of the gang, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, "The boss said he wants to see you two."

Chapter 57: Friend, are you kidding?

The thug holding the walkie-talkie walked straight forward, and the other middle and high-level thugs who were maintaining order in the front row made way for the two of them, and the malice coming from the crowd was slightly subsided.

After all, the boss has spoken and wants to meet these two "colleagues" wearing bandit masks.

This is not a trap, and no one mentioned the alternative "cup-breaking signal" before they came to the hall to block the way.

Moreover, they also knew the man holding the walkie-talkie. The class divisions in the underworld were obvious. Even if they wanted to sacrifice their blood in the hope of going further, they should not be in the spotlight now.

Xing Yuanhui looked at the different faces and expressions of this group of people, and had a rough idea in his mind. He put down the W-shaped baseball bat that could only appear in the second dimension on the bar, picked up his and Fujiwara Chika's schoolbags, turned around and whispered a few words in her ear:

"Senior, let's go, it's okay. But don't stand behind my left side for a while, it might block my trajectory."

He took out two 100-yen coins from his pocket. The coins rolled silently in his hands, flashing a metallic luster from time to time in the light - this was for Fujiwara Chika to see.

After she saw it, Xing Yuanhui's hand dropped naturally, hidden in the shadow covered by his legs. Others could not see that something was moving in his hand.

Fujiwara Chika nodded, propped herself up on the chair with her hands and stood up. She didn't show any sign of being at a loss, and even the uneasiness she had just felt was buried deep in her heart.

The senior student nodded to Xing Yuanhui, and the boy smiled and walked in front, looking at the people around him with a smile on his face.

Some people lowered their heads and remained silent, looking tired. They could only force themselves to yawn, but they couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Some people glared at him, but they had to give up due to the obstruction of their predecessors. They could only glare at others from behind like a pug.

So they didn't know that my senior and I had been sitting here for a while? Their behavior didn't seem like they knew there were outsiders. It was more like they knew there were cockroaches in their house and they hurriedly got up from the bed.

Especially the gangster in sunglasses, he wouldn’t think that the V-shaped baseball bat was something I brought with me, right?

Is this related to Hasaka? There are obviously a lot of surveillance cameras in the store...

Xing Yuanhui stood in front of the door, thinking about many things in his mind, but it did not delay him. After looking around to see if there was anyone in the corridor behind the door, he let the senior student go in first, and he followed behind and took a final look into the hall before closing the door.

He tilted his ears. Apart from the gangster leading the way at the end of the corridor, he seemed to not be able to sense anyone else, so he walked side by side with Fujiwara Chika and discussed in a low voice:

"Senior, it will be your home court soon. How is it? Are you okay?"

"Well... maybe it's possible?" Fujiwara Chika has been thinking about the "possible" points of cooperation between herself and the Guangxia Group, and thinking about how to get started.

The gangster on the walkie-talkie was leading the way in front. He heard the two bandits whispering behind him. Besides feeling unhappy, he was also wondering why his big brother wanted to meet these two guys who refused to even show their faces.

Even if they want to meet, the brothers should pin them down and give them a few warnings first. Even if they can fight, what can they do no matter how powerful the students are?

The thug looked down on the two men behind him. He snorted and sighed all the way. Finally, he stomped on the ground fiercely and said in a low voice, "This is it."

His attitude was very bad and he obviously didn't want to say a word to them. After spitting out the words from his mouth, he stood by the door with his arms folded, like a doorman.

It's rare that gangsters can be so loyal even though it's so difficult to get into the gang.

But think about it from another angle, only those who blindly believe in loyalty and brotherhood would enter the underworld, a midnight industry that is not even as good as dusk, right?

Or are you nostalgic people who want to experience the underworld before it disappears completely with its half-buried body in the ground?

Xing Yuanhui didn't care about this self-conceited gangster. He took a few steps forward and pushed the door open himself. After a quick glance at the door to see if there was any ambush, he escorted Fujiwara Chika into the office of the boss of the Guangxia Group.

Judging from the route they walked, they should have come to the alley next to the nightclub. It can be seen from the window that the view outside is not a street but a wall.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, but without the "Hello, Big Brother!" that he had been hearing every day recently, the new big brother of the Guangxia team, who was lying on the recliner and looking out, turned around leisurely, rested his arms on the table, supported his chin with the backs of his hands, and looked at them with interest, his glasses glowing.

You think you are Commander Ikari, but thank you for raising your hand so I can check it. If we are going to have a fight later, I might consider not letting you fly out of the window.

Xing Yuanhui just glanced back at the big brother with a slicked-back hair and began to fulfill his guard duties conscientiously, looking carefully at the furnishings in the room.

The tables, chairs and cabinets are cleverly and harmoniously arranged. It seems that even among the gangsters, there are at least a few with good taste. The place is not as messy as a pigsty with small plastic umbrellas scattered all over the floor.

There is a wild boar head hanging on the wall next to him, but the second brother does not need to be discouraged. Although the eldest brother and the white dragon horse are not here, the heads of the Deer-Li Immortal and the Sheep-Li Immortal are beside him.

However, generally speaking, ordinary people only need to have a deer head as an animal head decoration. It is rare to see more animal heads...

Just as Xing Yuanhui was staring at the animal head specimen on the wall, Fujiwara Chika on the side was also looking there, and her expression changed slightly.

In Omazaki, because it is located in a remote area and close to Hokkaido, it is not uncommon to see hunters with legal gun licenses.

After all, if we encounter a bear, we can't just stay at home and wait for it to leave, right? In the past, it was in the past. Now is the present. If a bear dares to rely on its strong physique to run to a human gathering place, it will at least be shot with a tranquilizer bullet before leaving. If it's unlucky, someone will borrow its head and use it as a topic of conversation at a cocktail party.

Among the hunters' homes, some like to leave substantial evidence of their hunts and place a number of specimens of wild animal heads in their rooms.

Looking at the quality of these animal head specimens, the color of the fur and the marks on the surface... I'm afraid they are not bought from the market. If the specimens on the market are of this quality, then if the apprentice's butt is not kicked by the master, it would be considered that the master has a problem with his legs and feet today.

But it is impossible for gangsters to own guns legally. If they have guns, it must be illegal to possess them.

As mentioned before, the Japanese underworld has been getting worse and worse as legal provisions have been enacted.

Under the oppression of the situation and the pressure of the organization's survival, some gangsters became the "white gloves" of certain people, helping to manage some shameful industries.

But even if they have help from noble people within the system, gang members cannot obtain a gun license.

It is very troublesome to obtain a gun license. Japan's gun management may be only slightly worse than that of its next-door neighbor - even toy guns are banned next door, which is basically unprecedented.

According to the Knife and Gun Control Act, if you want to own a hunting rifle, you must first obtain a letter of recommendation from an organization such as a shooting club or hunting team and find a guarantor.