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He took a look from a distance at the group of motorcyclists wearing helmets and hiding their faces, and he smiled.

"Just fight, why cover your face?"

"What are you doing here? Are you getting angrier the more you think about it? Grandpa is busy here and doesn't have time to deal with you. If you don't want to be beaten, get out of the way."

"Oh?"

Kujo Ditaro lifted his hair from his forehead, his smile growing even brighter. "It was you who asked me out, but you're such a forgetful person."

"You are saying..."

Upon hearing this, the leading biker pointed his finger and taunted, "So it's you! This is truly a narrow road for enemies, you rubbish author."

This guy has narrowed his path.

It’s over, it’s over. At least my shoulder is broken.

Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei had just gotten out of the car when they heard a powerful shout from the front and couldn't help but look at each other.

The two did not speak, but they could easily understand the deep meaning in each other's eyes.

No matter what...I must hold onto Di Taro later!

"Whether you want to read it or not, how can you judge my work?"

"My artwork is just like that. Whether you like it or not, I think you're just looking for trouble because you have nothing better to do. Ugh!"

Kujo Ditaro spat, his tone becoming increasingly vicious.

The biker wasn't far behind, his response well-reasoned, "You rubbish author, I'm giving you feedback to give you a chance to improve. It's fine if you're not grateful, but you're actually blocking me? You idiot!"

"You made me laugh, are you offering me advice? Did you not learn Mandarin well enough, or is your brain full of water?"

"You idiot, since we've already arranged a fight, stop wasting your time. Don't think we're afraid of you just because you're strong."

The biker bent down slightly, assuming a fighting stance.

Kujo Ditaro felt like he had seen her before and asked in surprise, "Are you a boxer?"

The motorcyclist jumped back and forth while explaining, "If you have a bit of vision, I'm not afraid to tell you. We are all from the boxing gym. And our boxing gym has produced world champions. You know the world boxing champion Gao Lang? He is a member of our gym."

"Oh..."

Kujo Ditaro smiled suddenly and asked, "Do you know the richest man in the world?"

"Huh?" The biker was stunned and asked doubtfully, "I know, what's his relationship with you?"

"It's ok."

Kujo Ditaro spread his hands and jokingly said, "You have nothing to do with the world boxing champion. Why can you pretend to be a celebrity, but I can't?"

"You idiot! Do you think I'm bragging to you?"

The motorcyclist threw several punches into the air, and his punching movements were not only standard but also very fast.

"Our boxing gym is very strong. Even for a big guy like you, we boxers..."

"Okay, I see you're a boxer, but so what? Should I give you an award?"

"What the hell..."

The motorcyclist snorted coldly, took a few quick steps forward, and then began to jump rhythmically on the spot.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go one on one. Don't say I'm taking advantage of you. I'll give you the chance to strike first."

"you sure?"

Kujo Ditaro clenched his fists and walked towards the biker with a smile. "Boxing can improve a person's fighting ability, but this technique is useless when there is a size disparity."

"Is it any use...Pfft!"

Before the motorcyclist could finish his words, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach and his body became weaker and weaker.

Kujo Ditaro held the biker's shoulders, helping him to stand steadily.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Do you want to say it again?"

"It's my fault... I was careless... If you can, let me take some time..."

"Let you take it easy? No problem."

Kujo Ditaro took a step back, waited a few seconds, and asked, "Are you done?"

“…Okay.”

The biker gritted his teeth and got back into a fighting stance.

Kujo Ditaro did not rush to attack, but instead jumped back and forth following his example.

"You boxers seem to like this. Does jumping around like this help you throw faster? Or does it make you look more stylish when you fall?"

"You layman, don't think that just because you hit me, you can belittle us boxers!"

The biker took advantage of the momentum and quickly threw a few punches.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, dodged, and did not forget to throw a series of jaw-dropping punches.

The motorcyclist was unable to resist and fell to the ground staggering after being hit more than a dozen times.

"Is that not enough? A boxer who has been in a world championship boxing gym?"

"...Let me...slow down...slow down...I underestimated the enemy just now..."

"Still slow?"

Kujo Ditaro sneered, looked up and said sarcastically, "As expected of a boxing gym that has produced world champions, the disciples inside are really different. They can actually withstand more than ten of my punches. They are really amazing. I admire you."

"Don't be so sarcastic. Let me try it with you."

The tall motorcyclist strode into the center of the field.

Kujo Ditaro hooked his finger, full of provocation.

The motorcyclist struck a pose and began jumping about as usual.

"It seems that you completely look down on us boxers. But that's fine, I'll let you understand today...Pfft!"

"Understand what?"

Looking at the biker kneeling on the ground, Kujo Ditaro retracted his fist and said regretfully: "It seems that you can't defend your reputation as a boxer, so... who's next?

Chapter 155: Now that everyone is here, you still want to leave safely?

"What? You won't come up?"

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to pull up the biker with whom he had had an argument.

"Are you all right, Boxer?"

"I..."

"It seems that your talking skills are much stronger than your actual strength."

Kujo Ditaro took a step back and suddenly threw a punch.

The motorcyclist bowed slightly and uttered a few words in a halting manner.

"I... underestimated you... I'm not very skilled... but the ones in our boxing gym... Pfft!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in hearing this. I just know you were screaming and groaning in pleasure just now."

Kujo Ditaro punched again, ignoring the groans of pain coming from in front of him, and looked up at the people not far away.

"Didn't you guys come here together? I almost beat him to death, don't you have any ideas?"

"We are just beginners in the boxing gym, and the second one you knocked down is already the strongest here."

"Oh, I see."

Kujo Ditaro was very disappointed. He pushed away the person in front of him and walked straight towards them.

"I thought you guys could hold on, but it looks like I have to go there myself."

"Eh!? Brother, we don't mean to go against you. The reason we came here is just..."

"Don't talk to me about this. You're already here, and you still want to leave safely?"

Kujo Ditaro didn't give anyone a chance and blocked everyone's possibility of arguing with just one sentence.

There was nowhere for them to escape, and even though they knew they were no match for their opponent, they still fought back.

Kujo Ditaro treated everyone equally and gave each of them a set of Ora punches with appropriate strength.

"Brother Di, that's enough, let's stop here."

"Yes, Brother Di, only by raising pigs properly can you become rich."

After confirming that the situation had been settled, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei immediately began to persuade them.

They were really worried. What if Kujo Ditaro couldn't control himself and beat someone to death?

This is not nonsense. After all, they have seen the strength of Kujo Ditaro.

Even a table specially used for arm wrestling can be broken by the vibration, let alone a fragile person.

"You guys really woke me up."

Kujo Ditaro removed the helmets of several people, memorized their appearances, and warned them, "I've memorized your appearances, and that boxing gym should be easy to find. I don't want to sever ties and cause trouble. Do you understand what I mean?"

"We are not as skilled as you, so there is nothing much to say. As for the things you are worried about, we don't bother to do them."

"Really? But I can't trust this guy."

Kujo Ditaro pulled someone up and sneered, "A troll like you, I don't think you'll give up easily, right? And then hire some trolls to discredit my comics?"

"Are you kidding me, a water army? Can I afford it?"

"(⊙o⊙)..."

After thinking for a moment, Kujo Ditaro was speechless, but to be on the safe side, he still checked the man's residential address.

"Be careful, if there are a lot of haters in the comment section of my work, I will come to you first."

"You are so arrogant. What if I didn't buy those black fans?"

"Then I'm going to beat you up too, because I'm in a bad mood."

Kujo Ditaro ignored the nonsense, threw the person down, and drove away.

.....

"Eh? Ditaro, did we forget something?"

"Now that you mention it...it's that sister! We forgot about her."

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and said nonchalantly: "What sister? I don't know what you are talking about."

"..." Kitahara Iori opened his mouth, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, Imamura Kohei couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going to care about her?"

"I can manage it."

Kujo Ditaro answered simply, but the corners of his mouth were raised, "As long as you sacrifice your child, nothing will be a problem."

"Kohei, I didn't expect you to be so great. Di Taro turned around, and Kohei made the sacrifice."

Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words when he saw the blond man fall asleep, so he quickly shook him awake.

"Stop pretending to be asleep. A man should keep his word. What he promised..."

Imamura Kohei pretended to be confused and murmured, "What? What did you say? I'm not very clear. Oh... My head hurts. I need to sleep for a while."

"Stop pretending. And didn't you say it yourself? This is a disguised way of healing yourself. You're making a lot of money, okay?"

"You must be kidding. I'm so handsome and so capable..."

"Okay, it's decided, Di Taro, we'll sacrifice him."

Kujo Ditaro didn't reply, but just turned the car around silently.

Imamura Kohei's face turned grim as he argued, "Wait, wait, stop it...Okay, okay, I was confused. I apologize to you two."

"Alright, alright, let's talk about your offspring later."

Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand disapprovingly.