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

"Well, you should think about it carefully in prison."

Kujo Ditaro kicked him, and the scarred man's vision completely darkened.

Including the man with the scar, the total number of attackers reached fourteen.

Because of what they did in the mental hospital, they are probably unlikely to get out of prison for the rest of their lives.

Kujo Ditaro was curious about how his whereabouts were exposed, so he interrogated several of the scar man's subordinates.

The result was very unexpected.

Or in other words, fate is wonderful beyond words.

Chapter 370: Kenwon Cocktail Party? Everyone Turns Blue!

According to the confession of Scar Man's men, the reason they were able to ambush Kujo Ditaro was simply a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

Their organization placed some informants in Japan to collect intelligence.

Relying on the escape route provided by the informant, they hid in this desolate wilderness.

As luck would have it, their informant gave them a task.

The mission is simple: to capture Kiryu Setsuna.

As for the reason for arresting Kiryu Setsuna, these grassroots personnel did not know and were just following orders.

After finishing the interrogation, Kujo Ditaro and others surrounded Kiryu Setsuna.

The seriously injured Kiryu Setsuna lay flat on the ground, motionless.

Wu Xiaxian curled his lips and said, "Ten Ghost Snakes, if you want to take action, be quick."

"......." The Ten Demon Snake King Horse did not respond, his expression was calm and indifferent, making it difficult to understand.

Kujo Ditaro looked at Juukisama Ouma and said slowly, "Ouma, do it."

The Ten Demon Snake King Ma clenched his fists, but did not take action.

"Oh...my god."

Kiryu Setsuna took a slight breath, and his chest heaved a little.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing an obsessed smile.

"Ouma, you don't actually want to kill me, right?"

"My God, I never thought that a sinner like me could have your compassion. It is such an honor."

"I was the one who murdered your master. I did it on purpose. He actually wanted to turn you into a human. He deserved it. My master also died at my hands. If you want revenge, you can only find me. Come, become a god, and then... put an end to my sinful life!"

Kiryu Setsuna lay flat on his back with a smile on his face and closed his eyes.

Jukijiza Ouma clenched his fists and walked quietly to the head of Kiryu Setsuna.

"Kiriyuu Setsuna, I won't let you get what you want, but your evil must end here. Our feud... is over!"

As soon as the Ten Ghost Snake King Ma finished speaking, he punched down!

.......

Many days later.

In a mansion in Kyoto.

A banquet is being held here, but it is not a regular one.

The guests who come here to participate are all fighters with outstanding personal combat abilities.

That's right, this is a private gathering among fighters.

Although fighters usually fight to the death in the ring, they generally get along well with each other offline.

Of course, it depends on the person, and some people are not born to be partners.

As the champion of the Kengan tournament, Kujo Ditaro naturally attended the party.

Fighters are different from businessmen. When they communicate, they are very rough and straightforward.

"Digo, I've brought you some wine."

"Thanks."

"Why are you being so polite to me?"

"You're really saying something."

I have to say that the atmosphere of the entire party was very tense.

As the champion of the Kengan Tournament, Kujo Ditaro received toasts from people from all walks of life.

Kujo Ditaro never lets himself suffer any loss. Whenever someone comes up to toast him, he hands them a glass of water of life.

Faced with the return of the Kengan Tournament champion, none of the fighters refused and they all drank the cup of 96% water of life.

From Wu Jialuo's personal experience, we can know that physical condition is not necessarily equivalent to alcohol tolerance.

Therefore, except for a small number of fighters who usually love drinking, the venue was already full of drunk people.

Kujo Ditaro pulled up the fighter who had brought him wine and kindly handed him a glass of water.

"How about it? Have a glass of water? That will make you feel better."

"Oh...thanks."

"You're being so polite to me."

The fighter took the cup of water, tilted his head back, took a big sip, and then crushed the cup.

His face was ferocious and his eyes were wide open with anger.

"What the hell! Is this water?!"

"Is it delicious? If it tastes good, it means it's good water."

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, and his face became more evil.

The fighter grimaced, filled with resentment, but his strength was limited, so he could only swallow his anger.

As we all know, happiness is built on the suffering of others.

Unable to vent his anger, the fighter followed suit, picked up a glass of water of life, and found a half-drunk man nearby.

"Brother, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Have a glass of water."

"Ah...ah, thank you."

"fine."

The man took the cup and took a big sip without any precautions.

With a click, the cup rolled to the foot of the table.

"What the hell!"

"Huh? What's wrong? Isn't it water?"

"Death throw!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The dispute between the two did not cause any chaos.

After all, among the people present, that one was not the one who hit me.

What’s more important is that they themselves are all unconscious, so how can they care about others?

The meaning of life lies in inheritance.

Without the treasures left by our ancestors, it would be impossible for later generations to develop to this day.

As Kujo Ditaro looked at these half-drunk people, his mind couldn't help but wander to the past.

So, he was quite touched and cruelly picked up cup after cup of crystal clear water of life.

"Xiao Yuzhou, come, have a glass of water."

"Brother Chu Jian, come and moisten your throat."

"Wang Ma, don't just eat meat, drink some water."

Wherever Kujo Ditaro went, there were curses.

He didn't care about this, after all, he had been through the same thing.

Kujo Ditaro's actions gradually became known to the public, so that no one was fooled anymore.

Of course, some fighters who have a good alcohol tolerance don’t mind the good wine that is brought to their lips.

However, 96% of the water of life is not beer. No matter how good a person's alcohol tolerance is, he will not be able to bear it once he drinks a certain amount.

Soon, there were only a few people standing in the entire venue.

The servant who was in charge of serving the food was so frightened by the sight of the pool of wine and the forest of meat all over the floor that he dropped his plate.

Kujo Ditaro called over a frightened-looking little beautiful attendant and said, "Where is the room? I'm going to rest."

The beautiful young maid recalled the previous scene and tremblingly made a "please" gesture.

After Kujo Ditaro left, a small-scale melee broke out in the venue.

According to word of mouth among the servants, the melee was caused by someone... touching the wrong gun.

Normally speaking, fighters are not petty people, and they would just laugh off such unintentional actions.

But the person who touched the wrong gun was drunk and thought he had lost consciousness down there, so he pinched it hard out of fear.

This pinch caused a melee.

.......

The day after the party, Kujo Ditaro left Kyoto.

As soon as he returned home, he met the sneaky Nayuta.

Nayuta was originally lying in front of his window, looking at something unknown.

Kujo Ditaro shouted, and Nayuta shuddered with a guilty conscience.

"Hey, Ditaro-sama, you're back..."

Nayuta put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and looked to the side, her eyes a little vague.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the door and put down the suitcase.

"What do you want to see? I'll let you come in and look for it?"

"No, I just came to see if Big Brother Di Taro is back. I really don't have any other bad intentions."

Nayuta scratched his face, his eyes brightening as he took the initiative.

"Brother Ditaro, what have you been doing these days? I haven't seen you for several days."

Chapter 371: Yuan Ying: You must kill me and then you can kill me?

"What are you talking about? What on earth are you doing at my doorstep?"

"I didn't do anything, and the door was locked. What could I do?"

Nayuta followed Kujo Ditaro into the house.

She held the back of her head, and her beautiful big eyes kept looking around.

Kujo Ditaro leaned his suitcase against the shoe rack and asked without turning his head.

"What are you looking at, Nayuta? What are you looking for?"

"No...hiss."

"Do you have?"

"I just want to see what your cousin does every time she comes back..."

Nayuta covered her forehead with her hands, looking a little aggrieved.