Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

As soon as he climbed out of the window, Luo Zhen grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back into the room.

"You'd better behave yourself for a while."

No matter how much Pava struggled, he couldn't escape Luo Zhen's grasp.

If Luo Zhen hadn't promised to guarantee Pava and Nyanko's safety...

This guy will probably try to fight desperately and let the cat run away.

In Pawa's heart, Nyanko holds the highest position.

The combined status of all the remaining humans and demons doesn't even equal half that of the cat.

"Where are we going?"

After yawning for a long time, the long-time electrician, looking utterly dejected, asked.

Even though I know there will be demons or something today, will I really be able to run into them if I just wander around like this?

Even now, Den-chan still has some doubts. Is Machima really as they say it is?

It doesn't refer to identity, but to purpose.

After all, Pochita is a very important family member to him, and he absolutely cannot abandon her.

But it doesn't seem to be very important to other people, right?

After all, Pochita is very weak, a pitiful little dog with little fighting ability.

They are basically of no help in combat.

They even have to support each other and feed each other.

If we're apart for too long, she'll hide in a corner, crying and waiting for me to come back.

She's clearly such an innocent little devil.

Why would anyone want to steal my Pochita?

The electric signal is incomprehensible.

Although that senior Luo Zhen said last night that Pochita's true identity is the Chainsaw Demon, a powerful being who has slain his way through the entire hell.

Denji couldn't quite reconcile the cute yellow puppy with the powerful demon that Rojin had mentioned.

This art style is just too jarring, isn't it?

Even though he tried very hard to imagine Pochita going on a killing spree, Denji still couldn't picture the scene in his mind.

It's like you can't imagine Peppa Pig, with her tough-guy style, fighting while crying and shouting "My dearest friend!"

"Just go to places with few people, without any destination in mind."

Hayakawa Aki, with his hands in his pockets, said without turning his head.

After all, Machima's purpose was to test him, so no matter where he went, the demons sent by the other side would eventually appear in front of him.

What he needs to do is adjust his mindset before the battle and try to place the battlefield in a place that will not have too much impact on the general public.

As for when to confront Machima?

Hayakawa Aki hasn't decided yet.

Perhaps it would be a good option to let Machima come to me and confront me?

No, this choice is clearly problematic.

If that time really comes, it means that Machima is absolutely certain that she cannot pose a threat to him.

Even if you try your best, it will only have a negligible impact.

What a troublesome person.

Sure enough, those who play tactics are all cunning.

And it's extremely tricky.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to crush them with overwhelming power.

It's simple, convenient, and saves you a lot of trouble.

The two people following behind Hayakawa Aki had long faces, their expressions full of reluctance and sadness.

Why did I have to get dragged into this? *2

Both Denji and Pava let out a wail.

Both of them are the type with low ambition.

If no one pulls them forward, these two will probably choose to give up and live out their lives.

The same is true even now.

'coming. ’

At one point, Hayakawa Aki suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His expression instantly turned serious.

The two guys behind them were still unaware of the problem.

"The streets are so quiet."

"Yes."

Hayakawa Aki looked at him with some confusion as he suddenly stopped.

What's going on here?

Suddenly, Pava and Denji's expressions changed.

“I sensed a lot of hostile human presence.”

"This isn't just smelling it, is it?"

Seeing these people emerge from the shadows, Denji couldn't help but complain.

Anyone could tell these guys had ill intentions.

His hand instinctively went to his chest, and Dianci's fingers had already hooked the pull ring.

If you pull on him hard, he'll transform into a chainsaw man and start a killing spree.

However, Denji is currently trying his best to avoid transforming.

After all, it really hurts!!!

Pawa, on the other hand, was much more straightforward.

A bloody gash bloomed on his wrist, and crimson blood gathered in his palm to form a blood-stained hand axe.

Chapter 1098 The Strongest Demon Hunter

A black minivan executed a beautiful drift and came to rest across the middle of the road.

After the doors on both sides opened, four or five people dressed in suits and carrying submachine guns stepped out.

With the addition of those guys who emerged from the shadows, it seemed that Hayakawa Aki and his two companions were now surrounded.

The guy who got out of the car didn't waste any words, and opened fire on Hayakawa Aki and his two companions.

It was very imposing, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.

The sound of bullet casings clattering to the ground was very crisp.

However, his marksmanship needs improvement.

After a barrage of fire, Denji and Pava could not be said to be completely unharmed.

All I can say is that they were well-dressed.

Also normal.

After all, these guys are, to put it nicely, a yakuza organization.

To put it bluntly, they're just a group of organized thugs.

They can extort protection money from students after school, that's one thing.

But you're letting them use guns to kill people?

It's a good thing that you didn't get shot yourself.

Don't be fooled by the protagonists in novels who wield a Desert Eagle and wreak havoc the first time they touch a gun.

The first gun a normal person handles is a Desert Eagle.

Not only did the gun muzzle rise into the sky after the first shot was fired, but the recoil was so strong that the gun would fly out of his hand and hit him in the face, giving him a small shock from the recoil.

After a short period of training, these petty thugs can barely keep their guns from being pointed at the people around them.

But at this distance, it was still too much to ask of them to accurately shoot at a target.

"Scared me!"

Once he came to his senses, Dianci shouted loudly.

The moment he saw those people pull out guns, his heart skipped a beat.

Although he now possesses the same regenerative abilities as a demon, his transformation makes him incredibly powerful, capable of killing many demons.

But to think that flesh and blood can fight against firearms is still a bit too far-fetched.

Even if he were shot by a bullet, he would die.

"What? They're just a bunch of small fry."

The same goes for Pawa, who is standing next to him.

She thought it was some powerful figure who had arrived.

As a result, this is it?

What? I thought it was some formidable enemy.

In the end, they were nothing more than a bunch of small fry.

Pawa's expression, which had been somewhat serious, suddenly became unrestrained and arrogant.

Now it's time for Grandpa Pawa to show off his skills!

Hayakawa Aki, who stood in front of the two, didn't have any fancy ideas.

To be honest, Hayakawa Aki was stunned when he first saw these people.

After all, the combination of a suit and a submachine gun gives off a professional vibe.

But after a brief moment of surprise, Hayakawa Aki realized that these guys had weak eyes and their formation was loose and lacked any sense of intimidation.

He's just a petty thug in a different outfit.

No matter how exquisite the appearance may be, the essence remains unchanged.

A certain "Donut" who became a gangster boss in seven days once said that so-called thugs are guys who don't have courage unless they stick together.

He subconsciously raised his hand and placed it in front of him.

Then it was put down again the next second.

He no longer needs to rely on the power of demons.

Hayakawa Aki drew his long sword from behind him, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

At that moment, all the hesitation and confusion in his heart vanished.

Whether it's a demon, Machima, or the world, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

He just needs to do what he wants to do.

He ignored the shouts and screams of the two idiots behind him when they saw the long sword.

Hayakawa Aki gripped his long sword tightly, his hot breath squeezed out from between his teeth.

The next moment, Hayakawa Aki disappeared from his spot and appeared in the formation of the men in suits as if he had teleported.

The long sword in his hand rose and fell repeatedly.