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

"Why are you so stubborn? Go abroad now to avoid the limelight. When we make a comeback, you must not return to Neon."

"Dad, you know it well. Once your situation is exposed, your company will definitely fire you. By then, you'll be in a foreign country..."

"These are all undecided matters. You should go abroad first. You should know that most loan companies in our country have connections with gangs. They will do anything to collect debts."

Hearing this, Kujo Ditaro's brows gradually relaxed.

You know, his girlfriend's father is a gangster, and his status is not low.

By then, if I use some connections, his repayment period should be much more relaxed.

But the only trouble is that with his current financial situation, it would be difficult for him to repay all debts in the short term.

Even if his comics career was booming, the result would be the same.

"Don't be stubborn, Di Taro. It's not too late to run away now. My repayment deadline is in three days. If I can't pay it back then, the loan company will come after us first. I'll book you a flight for the night after tomorrow. Say goodbye to your friends in the next two days."

With a beep, the phone was hung up.

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone and was no longer in the mood to finish his manuscript.

Although he had an idea for a solution, the difficulty of implementing it made him feel overwhelmed.

First, he had to meet with Kamio Kiyoko's father and explain the seriousness of the matter. The implementation of this step would completely cut off his possibility of escape.

After all, it is impossible for the local gangs to have no dealings with local loan companies.

Secondly, he had to convince Kamio Kiyoko's father to help.

Then, he had to repay a huge debt of at least tens of millions at this age of play.

Hiss... Let's just run away...

The more Kujo Ditaro thought about it, the more headache he got. He even considered listening to his parents and running away.

But unfortunately, Neon has everything that he can't let go of, and a life of hiding is not what he wants.

At the same time, a van slowly stopped in front of Kujo's house.

Through the dark car window, several men inside were staring at the building on the side with a fierce look.

"After searching for a long time, I finally found this bastard. He treated us so badly last time."

"Big brother has spoken. Let's give him a good beating. Damn it, I'm going to kick his crotch!"

"This guy is very good at fighting. We must bring weapons."

"I brought that guy with me. I have to get back at him this time. He treated me like this, and I have to hold him accountable!"

As soon as these words fell, silence fell in the car.

The fair-skinned man with black hair pinched his fingers together and said shyly, "Stop staring at me, you annoying guy."

Everyone shuddered and suddenly moved their positions.

The white-skinned man snorted and argued, "That guy stripped me naked, so it's normal to let him take responsibility."

"No...but you're a man!"

"So what if he's a man? Only sissies like women. Men should fuck men!"

"Huh? Who are you calling a sissy? Are you looking for a fight?"

"Fuck me if you can!"

"Stop arguing, that kid is coming out."

The scolding from the driver's seat effectively stopped the quarrel.

As the all-white SUV drove away, the gray van followed slowly.

The two cars drove onto the coastal highway one after the other. After an unknown amount of time, it was completely dark.

Looking at the all-white SUV turning into the fork, the people in the van began to talk.

"That guy drove down there. This seems to be the way to the beach, right?"

"What's this kid doing on the beach this late? Never mind, we're just blocking the road."

"The beach...what a romantic place, hehehe."

"(⊙o⊙)..."

Chapter 205: Sir, times have changed!

As we all know, history always repeats itself.

As soon as Kujo Ditaro stopped the car, he saw two bright lights appear in the rearview mirror.

Without much hesitation, he got off the car.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the front of the trunk and stared at the slowly approaching van without moving.

click!

Before the van stopped, the door opened.

Several nimble figures jumped out of the car one after another. Someone of them was not very skilled and suddenly twisted his foot.

As a result, the tense atmosphere suddenly became funny.

"Hiss... I stepped on a stone and twisted my ankle. Please... give me a hand..."

"You piece of shit! You're a disgrace! Get down from under me!"

"How do I know there's an irregular stone underneath? Brother, give me a hand..."

Kujo Ditaro looked at the appearance of the few people and reminded them: "Are you following me for revenge? If you want revenge, please bring some reliable people with you, otherwise I will feel guilty like bullying a mentally retarded child."

"Who are you looking down on?"

The man who sprained his ankle started shouting with his face red and his neck thick.

"You little bastard, when I was out there, you were still nursing in your mother's arms."

"Really? I'm already in college, but you're still a little brother. It seems like you're not doing very well."

"What the hell..."

"Shut up, you're the most embarrassing person."

The man who sprained his ankle silently shut up after being scolded by his companions.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a lame and sarcastic smile.

"Look, even your companions can't stand it anymore, which means you're really doing badly."

"You don't have to be so sarcastic. The reason we're looking for you this time can't be solved with words."

Several people standing in a row took out various weapons at the same time.

Kujo Ditaro looked around and found no guns, then waved provocatively.

"You little brat, do you really want to fight us with your bare hands?"

The man holding the baseball bat, confident of victory, stabbed the bat into the ground and said angrily, "Don't say we are bullying you, brothers. Put down the knives, we can use iron bars."

Except for the man who sprained his ankle, the rest of the people went back to the car to change their weapons.

Kujo Ditaro does not have the demeanor of a strong man. He wanted to take the opportunity to end the battle quickly, but the phone suddenly rang.

"Iori, what do you want from me?"

"Di Taro, I have good news for you."

"What good news? I'm very busy right now, tell me quickly."

"Don't spend all your time on comics. The key is to balance work and rest. We've already dealt with Dushima and recruited her into the diving club."

"That's it? I still have people to kill here, I'm hanging up."

Fuck...fuck someone?

What is this? Is it...serious?

Kitahara Iori put down his phone and daydreamed while asking the long-haired girl in front of him.

"Dokujima, after you join the diving club, the unequal treaty between us is completely invalidated. Are you happy now?"

"I see Kong Tiao hasn't replied yet. Can you make the decision?"

Busujima Sakurako narrowed her eyes and curled her lips, saying, "Anyway, regardless of whether you can make the decision or not, I've already joined the diving club, and you guys shouldn't be so embarrassed to tell me what to do as a member."

"Of course, our diving club has always been very friendly, and everyone is equal."

Kitahara Iori smiled gently, with a strange light in his eyes.

Busujima Sakurako crossed her arms and said in embarrassment, "You need to wear a swimsuit to dive. I'm afraid there aren't any girls in your diving club. I suddenly feel a little regretful."

"You think too much. There are many girls in my diving club. People like you..."

Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words when his neck was strangled.

Busujima Sakurako had a forced smile on her face, and veins were visible on her fair arms.

"You're such a piece of shit? You have an ordinary face, and you dare to say that to me? Huh!?"

"I'm just... stating the truth. There are a lot of pretty... girls in our diving club!"

Kitahara Iori did not give in, and pursued the truth even though it was difficult to express.

Hearing this, the lines on Busujima Sakurako's face became even clearer.

"Really? Then I'll report to your club tomorrow! If there aren't any girls, I'll turn you into one."

"What do you want to do...but...you can't wear women's clothes! Yamedie!"

"Dressing as a woman? That's a good idea, but it's a little difficult to deal with your plain face."

Busujima Sakurako released her hand, thought for a moment, and then said with a sinister grin, "But I believe in my makeup skills, don't worry, Iori...chan!"

......

The night wind howled, and the sound of the rolling sea water often came to my ears.

Kujo Ditaro put away his phone and walked towards a group of people not far away.

"Brothers! Fuck him!"

The man holding the baseball bat raised his arm and rushed out first.

Kujo Ditaro didn't care about these vicious people rushing towards him, or rather, he had become accustomed to it.

As the saying goes, every inch is long and every inch is strong.

The taller a man is, the stronger he is.

A human with an iron rod can even deal with three or four unarmed people at the same time.

There is no way. The human body is very fragile. Once hit by an iron rod, it will basically be unable to fight.

Kujo Ditaro won't fall down in one hit, but no one likes to be beaten, so...

Afraid of being beaten, he could only knock everyone down first.

"Nisunai! Poof!"

"What? Poof!"

"Wait...Pfft!"

"I just...poof!"

"No...Pfft!"

After beating the man, Kujo Ditaro turned and looked in the direction of the van.

The man who sprained his ankle was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took out a pistol from his arms.

"Boy, times have changed!"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and subconsciously raised his hands.

The man held a pistol and couldn't help but smile.