Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Although I don't think it's going to be of much use, at least it gives me some psychological comfort... I guess.

perhaps?

Thinking about the reputation of the Japanese police, Ijichi Seika suddenly felt a little uneasy.

There are three oddballs in the Japanese police force.

The police in Hokkaido are like community volunteers, speaking softly and being friendly, emphasizing peace, love, and letting things take their natural course.

The police in Osaka are all like laid-off yakuza members re-entering the workforce; they know everything that petty thugs do, and their main approach is to fight violence with violence.

The police in Mihua mainly rely on detectives to solve cases and on the general public to find people. Their motto is "go to get off work and wait to get off work; it's better to watch the show than to put in the effort."

Their case-handling abilities are even inferior to those of police dogs.

It would probably be better if it were a Chiba police officer.

Maybe?

Ijichi Hoshika covered her face, unsure of what to say.

No, we can't just stand by and watch.

With her hands on the table, Ijichi Seika stood up.

As the manager of this livehouse, she couldn't just stand by and watch.

Regardless, those children came to me because they trusted me.

As the store manager, I should also ensure their safety.

Silently encouraging herself, Ichiji Hoshika prepared to talk to this guy who looked like a cult member.

This behavior is actually very dangerous.

After all, this kind of person's thinking is not quite normal. If you get targeted by them, you'll have to sleep with one eye open at night.

Otherwise, who knows, one night a group of cultists might climb in through your window and give you a good beating.

This is similar to how you would immediately avoid a thug riding a ghost-flame-covered vehicle and deliberately making a lot of noise while playing around with his friends.

It wasn't fear, but more of a sense of disgust.

After all, you know perfectly well that these dim-witted guys can genuinely feel provoked just because you glanced at them, and then get very excited and want to fight you.

Then those so-called friends will get very excited and come over, pretending to break up the fight and ready to hug you and take sides.

It's not worth it to fight with these petty thugs. Even if you win, you'll end up losing money and going to jail, adding an unnecessary experience and stain to your otherwise mundane life.

Besides, it's not honorable to beat a petty thug.

But what if we lose...

Not only will you need to be hospitalized, but the other party also won't have the money to compensate you.

His reputation was also damaged.

This is a very bad deal no matter how you look at it.

Ijichi Hoshika, who had already mentally prepared herself, had just stepped out from behind the bar.

Then I saw a young man walk into the store.

After scanning the room, he walked straight towards the person in the yellow robe. "Wait..."

Raising her hand, Ijichi Seika instinctively wanted to stop the other person.

After all, Ijichi Hoshika was now quite certain that this guy in the yellow robe was a member of some cult, and extremely dangerous.

Then they saw the young man very familiarly pat the other person on the shoulder and say something.

Then he slammed the man in the yellow robe's head onto the table.

With a loud thud, they dragged the clearly unconscious man in the yellow robe out.

"Ah this."

Looking at the scene before her, Ichiji Hoshika was slightly bewildered.

What and what is this.

Police?

It doesn’t look like it either.

On the other side, Luo Zhen handed the unconscious man in yellow robes to the special task force that had followed them, as if he were squeezing a chick.

I've always been responsible for catching people, not for transporting them.

"How many is this now?"

"That's the seventh one already."

The special forces soldier who had restrained the man in the yellow robe responded.

In just a short time, Chiba had already captured seven guys wearing the same yellow robes.

And while they were talking, another task force captured a new target.

As things stand, these people seem no different from ordinary people.

At least from an institutional perspective, that's the case.

They might even be weaker.

One of the special forces soldiers almost lost control and sent one of the guys away.

Chapter 1206 The End of the Band Being Taken to the Base

"so tired"

Carrying a large guitar bag, Goto Ichiri and her friends walked home.

Although their homes were in different directions, there was still a short stretch of road between them after leaving the shop.

"Yes, it felt much more tiring than the previous physical tests."

The band's guitarist and singer, Ikuyo Kita, also strongly agreed.

Although she performed on stage a day or two later than Goto Ichiri and the other two, she was now also starting to feel tired and have nightmares.

At first, she couldn't quite understand it.

Why do I feel so tired when performing?

Is it really possible for someone to give you the creeps just by looking at them?

Is it really not a joke that three people would have the same nightmare at the same time every night?

Yes, it's confirmed now.

No kidding.

But if possible, Kita Ikuyo would rather not be sure herself.

Having nightmares is already torturous enough.

Having nightmares for several days in a row is pure torture.

In just the last two days, Kita Ikuyo has developed noticeable dark circles under her eyes.

As for Goto Ichiri and the other two...

Well, she could easily play the role of a panda at the zoo.

This is almost beyond the scope of the black eye image.

If I hadn't watched helplessly as their dark circles gradually worsened...

She even wondered if the three of them were wearing smoky eye makeup or if someone had punched them in the eye sockets.

The thought that I might end up in their footsteps is unbearable.

Kita Ikuyo felt a wave of despair.

Suddenly, I felt that I shouldn't have agreed to continue performing.

If this continues, I feel like I might have to leave this stage.

Although some great artists have said that they wish they could die not in a hospital bed, but on the stage they love.

But I'm still young!

I don't want to die yet!

I've never had a sweet romance before.

How could he just collapse on the stage like that?

Moreover, given the current online climate...

If something were to happen to me on stage, I would most likely be met with all sorts of ridicule.

Then some people who don't know themselves at all will start digging into their past, adding all sorts of strange stories to their stories and start refuting and attacking those who mocked them.

Then they will be subjected to even more severe ridicule, and their reputation will be completely demonized.

Ultimately, it was completely forgotten after being exploited and maliciously consumed by various malicious individuals.

Ugh, the internet is terrifying.

In the past, Kita Ikuyo believed that, no matter what, people who go online are normal people.

At least the vast majority are normal people.

It can't be too outrageous, can it?

However, Hikaru Kamiki's own social media collapse proved that normal people on the internet are still a tiny minority.

Being able to enjoy the gossip is already quite an achievement.

It's no exaggeration to describe the current state of the internet as a chaotic mess.

"I feel like I should go to a temple to pray."

Massaging her shoulders, Ichiji Nijika felt like her body was a rusty machine.

It's very difficult to move even a little.

As the drummer of the band.

Ichi Nijika was the most aware of the changes in her own body.

The rhythms that I could easily play before, I almost couldn't complete today.

Although all the treatments were completed, the results were quite poor.

It doesn't feel as good as the first time I tried it.

"I.....'

Just as Goto Ichiri was about to say something, Yamada Ryo suddenly stopped.

At the same time, he grabbed Ikita Ikuyo and Goto Ichiri who were standing next to him.

what happened?

As soon as the question was asked, Goto Ichiri knew the reason.

A small armed squad dressed in black combat uniforms stood silently watching the four of them.

Looking at the fully armed squad in front of him, Goto Ichiri subconsciously swallowed.

This this this..

What is this?!

At that moment, countless scenarios flashed through Ichiri Goto's mind.

It's nothing more than a high school genius assassin hiding in the crowd who betrayed the organization and was then ambushed and attacked by the organization.

He escaped after paying a heavy price, but his new friends tragically died.

He embarked on a lonely and thorny path to avenge his friends.

Yes, in Goto Ichiri's fantasy, she is the unlucky guy who becomes the protagonist's motivation for revenge.

It may have also included a few poignant lines.