What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Hanabata Yoshiko put her hands on her hips, smiled condescendingly, then turned around and was about to run away.

Kujo Ditaro blocked his way and held out his hand, saying, "I can consider it. Give me your phone."

"As appropriate?"

"Well, I'll consider how you'll die."

"Then there's no need to discuss it!"

Hanabata Yoshiko bent her knees and jumped, then climbed into the car using her hands and feet.

But in the blink of an eye, she had jumped down from the other side.

After rolling smoothly in a circle, the orange-haired girl ran away madly.

"This sister..."

Kitahara Iori stood up, looked at the figure that was quickly disappearing, and exclaimed: "This sister... in some ways, she is really a genius."

"I really don't want to bother with this idiot." Kujo Ditaro pinched the black-haired man's shoulders and asked, "What text message did she send?"

"Brother Di, it's actually nothing. It can be explained clearly. Brother Di, why don't you go after her?"

"Why chase her? To lower my IQ?"

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Xiao Ming, Jiazi is doing something stupid again. You have to keep her for me...Okay, I'll be there later."

Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone and waved, "Let's walk over. The car is parked here."

"Okay, Digo, I'll go get Gengping for you."

Kitahara Iori smiled flatteringly, revealing his henchman's face vividly.

Kohei Imamura originally wanted to escape quietly, but after being suddenly called out, he had to stay where he was.

The three of them walked together, and soon they arrived in front of a residential building.

"Brother Di, is this Sister Jiazi's home?"

"My friend went home a long time ago, so we had to hold the party at her house. They are neighbors."

Kujo Ditaro explained as he took out his phone to send a message.

With a creak, the door to the next room suddenly opened.

The black-haired man with an impatient expression leaned out half of his body and waved his hand, saying, "I've detained that idiot. Come over here."

"Isn't this Di Taro?"

Kujo Ditaro looked over and subconsciously replied, "Kako's bitch mother?"

Chapter 162: Indecent Assault! Many Men and One Woman!

As the saying goes, like mother, like daughter.

Looking at the orange-haired woman walking towards him, Kujo Ditaro spat in disgust.

"You little brat, you must be rude."

"Politeness is for normal people. Do you deserve it?"

"I am your elder, and you are qualified to say this?"

Mrs. Hanabata, with her hair tied in a ponytail that fell past her shoulders, crossed her arms without showing any weakness.

Kujo Ditaro still had important things to do, so he didn't bother talking nonsense and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I'm not here to practice my skills with you. I have other things to do, so let's leave it at that for now."

"Are you going to Xiao Ming's house? Jia Zi is being affectionate with Xiao Ming. Do you really want to be a light bulb?"

Mrs. Hanabata stopped the three of them and said righteously, "For the sake of my daughter's happiness, I will not let you pass."

"We don't have the time for that. We're forty years old now. Can't we do something more reliable?"

"What do you know! If Jiazi doesn't get together with a good man like Xiaoming, my later years will be over. Do you understand the seriousness of the situation?!"

"Oh, really? Get out of the way."

Kujo Ditaro stretched out his hand and pretended to push the woman in front of him away.

Hanabata Yoshiko took a step back and rubbed her eyes pretending to be sad.

"Can't you have some pity on a beautiful and weak woman like me? Please~"

"(Fuck you)!"

Upon hearing this, veins appeared on the faces of the three people.

Before Kujo Ditaro could speak, Kitahara Iori, who was following the principle of a lackey, began to flatter him.

"Brother Di, leave this aunt to us, please go over quickly."

"I can't help it! I'm over forty years old, and my rage is burning through my belly!"

"Okay, just be careful."

After saying this, Kujo Ditaro walked away.

Mrs. Hanabata was about to stop them, but bumped into them head-on.

Kitahara Iori clenched his fists and twisted his neck.

"Auntie, this road is blocked."

"You two idiots, get out of my way!"

"You old woman, you're still pretending to be young at your age?"

"Old woman?"

Mrs. Hanabata was stunned, her hands clenched into fists, her face extremely gloomy.

Kitahara Iori took a step back and asked cautiously, "What... do you want to do?"

"Get out of here! You're such a hopeless brat!"

Mrs. Hanabata stepped forward and rushed out quickly.

"What the hell..."

Kitahara Iori's face was ferocious and he stretched out his hand to stop him in anger.

"It's useless!"

Mrs. Hanabata suddenly lowered her head and moved behind the two of them.

Kitahara Iori was unable to react in time. He heard a snap and felt a cold touch on his wrist.

"you..."

When Imamura Kohei looked back, he saw the orange-haired woman squatting on the ground with a distorted and terrifying face raised.

"You two rubbish, you still want to fight me? Just stay here and play three-legged race."

"What...? Damn, where did you get the handcuffs?"

"Young man, I've walked through more battlefields than you've eaten meals. What's wrong with a few handcuffs?"

Mrs. Hanabata stood up, took a step back, turned around and was about to leave.

The two men glanced at each other and rushed out without saying a word.

Mrs. Hanabata realized the crisis, but it was too late.

Looking back at the two people holding her thighs, she struggled hard.

"Old woman, it's useless for you to go through so many Shura fields. Give us the key."

"Damn brat...Aa ...

"Help me! An old lady is targeting a handsome young college student. It's like the Black Widow series!"

Mrs. Hanabata stopped screaming.

Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth and grinned: "Give us the key, and Di Taro has already gone in, why are you insisting on staying here with us?"

Mrs. Hanabata pointed downwards and said in a deep voice, "You little bastards, do you know how difficult my future would be if Yoshiko hadn't gotten together with Xiaoming?"

"There's something wrong with your product. If you keep using crooked methods to sell it, even if you sell it, it will definitely be returned."

"You talk so nicely, but do you have the guts to take some practical action and help me make her more normal?"

Kitahara Iori didn't think twice and changed his words: "Give us the key and do whatever you want."

"Kid, since you've ruined my business, you still want the key? No way!" Mrs. Hanabata crossed her arms, her face becoming uglier.

This old woman!

The two men could no longer tolerate it and planned to take some extreme measures.

At the same time, a soft female voice sounded from the back.

"Aunt Hanabata, what are you doing?"

......

"Jiazi, what did you post? Are you trying to get yourself killed by deleting the message?"

Looking at the orange-haired girl handcuffed to a chair in front of him, Kujo Ditaro clenched his phone.

Hanabata Yoshiko turned her head away guiltily and whispered, "It's nothing..."

"You're unrepentant, aren't you, Yoshiko?"

Kujo Ditaro raised his hand and threatened a few times, then turned to look at the black-haired man sitting nearby reading a book and shouted, "Xiao Ming, come over here and help me beat her up."

"I'm bored, I want to read a book."

"Xiao Ming loves you, I know you won't be willing to..."

"How many punches?"

Looking at the two people standing in front of her, Hanabata Yoshiko's moved expression froze a little.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and grinned, "First, give her five knife strikes to blunt her spirit."

"Okay, ten knife strikes, right?"

The black-haired man used his palm to sharpen the edge of the knife back and forth as if he was sharpening a knife.

"Etc., etc..."

With tears streaming down her face, Hanabata Yoshiko pleaded, "I'll tell you everything. Di Taro, whatever you want to know, I promise to tell you everything."

"What did you send? What did Sayaka reply?"

"Well, let me think about it... I'll ask her first, 'Ditaro likes your breasts,' and then..."

"Okay, you don't need to say anything."

After hearing this, Kujo Ditaro interrupted, "It was such a short friendship, Yoshiko. Now you can say your last words."

The black-haired man stood between the two and advised, "Di Taro, calm down. There may be some misunderstanding here. Listen to what Yoshiko has to say first. If there is really no other way, we can discuss a plan to avoid future troubles. I know a sparsely populated area in the back of the mountain that is very suitable for burying bodies. I also have a shovel at home..."

"Xiao...Xiao Ming?"

Hanabata Yoshiko's heart trembled, and she said anxiously: "Di Taro, you have to believe in my strength. As long as an idiot like me says I'm joking, no one will believe it. Sayaka is the same!"

The black-haired man nodded and said seriously, "Di Taro, what Yoshiko said is right, but I think... that place in the back mountain is really nice. Would you like to consider it again?"

Chapter 163: Di Taro is unwilling to give up...

"You want to kill her so badly?"

Kujo Ditaro was not subtle either and asked very directly.

The black-haired man waved his hand and smiled, "What? You're asking nonsense."

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you guys that one? Why are you still like this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? She just forced me to sleep in her arms. It wasn't what you thought!" The black-haired man shouted at the top of his lungs, his expression extremely ferocious.

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said affirmatively, "What you said is just like taking off your pants and farting. Holding you and doing nothing? Is this guy's style?"