Kivotos, I was deeply shocked!

"Humph, cheap goods are not good goods. This is really a universal law that applies everywhere."

Miao Tianwan snorted coldly, and in the blink of an eye, he degraded Kuda Izuna, who he had previously called "Your Highness", to the center of the earth, revealing an extremely contemptuous expression, "I originally thought that she could at least disturb the investigation direction of the "Celebration Operation Management Department" and be of some use, but I didn't expect that she was just a piece of free toilet paper, so thin that it's not even enough to wipe your butt!"

Above the corridor, which neither Miao Tianwan nor Street Demon noticed, a loose aluminum gusset plate suddenly shook, and a wave of dust stuck on it slowly fell like catkins.

But in the corridor of this abandoned school building illuminated only by emergency lights, the evening breeze blew gently, and the dust that was invisible to the naked eye was completely scattered, blending into the night and disappearing without a trace.

“Boss, if you keep going on like this, even if we…we…we…Aqiu!”

The gangster from [Street Ghost] endured for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore and sneezed.

She rubbed her itchy nose and glanced at the ceiling with a puzzled look on her face.

There were dusty spider webs, pitch-black aluminum panels, and moldy and rotten wooden frames.

After observing for a long time and not seeing anything strange, the gangster from Street Demon changed his position and stood under a relatively clean aluminum panel.

She looked at her employer in front of her, and tried to express the core idea of ​​"It's not that our army didn't work hard, but the enemy has Gundam" with a serious expression, and said cunningly, "Even if we mess up the celebration like you planned before, as long as the other side has the help of that elusive ninja, I don't think it will cause much commotion like this morning!"

"Are ninjas really that powerful? I've never heard of them before... Never mind."

Miao Tianwan quickly gave up this meaningless entanglement.

After all, reality is reality. There was indeed a mysterious ninja in the [Celebration Operation Management Department], which caused [Street Ghosts] to fail.

He had witnessed the strength of Street Demon with his own eyes. The best proof of this was the fact that Kawa and Shizuko had been running around under his nose in the past week.

Even though the many automatic robots he got from the black market had attracted the attention of He and Shizuko, the other party still found the manpower and time to investigate him.

Miao Tianwan pinched his chin and thought for a while, then looked up at the Street Demons who were pushed out in front of him as a shield, "How many members of Street Demons are here now?"

"Ah, Boss, wait a minute."

[Street Demon] took out her phone and sent a message to the MOMOTALK group. After hearing the frequent vibrations, she looked up at Miao Tianwan, "There are probably about 120 people. If we wait a little longer, there should be 30 more people."

"Hehe, no more waiting, get ready!"

Meow Tenmaru crossed his paws over his chest and let out a smug smile from his nose, "It's time for me, Meow Tenmaru... No, let me, Meow Tatsu Masamune, to put an end to everything in the [Celebration Operation Management Department]!"

Chapter 34: Nyanhada Masamune: Come to cheat! Come to sneak attack!

"Come on!"

"Kill those bastards!"

"Asshole, you stepped on my shoe!!!"

A burst of hoarse ghostly howls suddenly exploded in this remote mountain area, interrupting Nyanta Masamune's heroic words.

"What are you doing?!"

Nyanita Masamune's face froze, and he looked at the Street Demon in front of him with displeasure, "I just told you to get ready, I didn't tell you to rush out now!"

"Should I tell them to rush out now?"

The gangster from Street Demon scratched the back of her head in confusion. She took out her phone and glanced at it, then pointed the screen at Masamune Nyanko and said defensively, "Look, my message is all in the chat box. I haven't even finished writing it, let alone sent it out."

"Who is screaming outside now?"

Masamune Nyanko walked to the window, stood on tiptoe, and stretched his neck. Through the broken glass, a figure wearing a Tengu mask, a kimono, and holding a weapon was vaguely visible in the moonlight.

He raised his thumb and pointed at the hooligans rushing out of the woods with his backhand, saying in a stern tone, "In the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, besides you [Street Demons], which other group do you think would wear this long-nosed Tengu mask?"

"Hey, really? Let me take a look."

After hearing his employer's angry questioning, Street Ghost's expression became even more confused, and at the same time, curiosity arose in his heart.

Yes, in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, besides us [Street Ghosts], who else would wear Tengu masks?

Aren't you afraid of being caught by the [Onmyoji Department] as an accomplice of our [Street Ghosts]?

With such curiosity, the little gangster from Street Ghost unconsciously quickened her pace. She took two steps at a time and ran to the bedside, sticking her head out.

Hmm, wooden clogs, kimonos, and black Tengu masks...

Wait! A black Tengu mask?!

The face of the little thug from Street Demon changed drastically. She screamed instinctively, "It's Alley Monster! Hurry..."

sieve--!

As if it had noticed the glowing window for a long time, a rocket with an orange-red flame tail screeched and hit the terrified face of the Street Demon thug.

boom--!

The deep red flames and pitch-black smoke instantly engulfed the entire body of the Street Demon. The shock wave generated by the explosion blew away Nyanta Masamune, who had not yet reacted to what was happening.

First there was a gust of hot wind blowing in my face, followed by thick, pungent smoke, and finally all I could feel was the weightlessness as if I were in the void.

Just like that, Nyankoda Masamune felt like he was suddenly riding on a roller coaster that had reached the top. His feet left the ground, his head was heavy, and his soul failed to catch up with his body that was soaring into the air, and he was rapidly moving backwards.

Bang!

Like a hanging painting, Nyanhaku Masamune was embedded in the dilapidated wall, with dust and stone chips falling down the wall.

when!

A piece of aluminum gusset plate fell down at an angle, and in front of Nyanko Masamune who was embedded in the wall, it swayed back and forth with a clanging sound, and slowly calmed down.

On the ceiling, the tiny pure white tail tip stood up with its fluff as if frightened, and immediately retracted behind the aluminum panel to hide itself.

"Boss!"

None of the street ghosts who were frightened by the sudden change noticed this tiny detail, just like no one noticed the unlucky guy who was hit head-on by a rocket, had mosquito coils in his eyes, black smoke coming out of his mouth, and had a big afro.

They swarmed to Nyanko Masamune's side and frantically tried to pull him out of the wall.

Faced with their employer who seemed to have lost consciousness, the Street Ghosts panicked and pinched some people's Ren Zhong, pressed their chests, and one even slapped him twice, trying to force Masamune Nyanko to wake him up from his coma.

"Boss, you must not die!"

A pair of hands were pressed against Masamune Nyanko's chest, and the little thugs pressed harder and harder, crying out in pain, "At least pay the balance of our employment mission before you die! Otherwise, what will happen to my Dorayaki, octopus balls, assorted fried rice, seafood stewed noodles, and Sakura Daifuku?!"

"If you press me twice more I'm going to be pressed to death!"

The vibrations that could shake the brain had not yet subsided, and wave after wave of huge forces that seemed to break his ribs came from his chest.

Seeing that the other party was not listening and was still trying hard, Nyankoda Masamune's eyes were bloodshot. It was difficult for him to describe at this moment whether the damage caused to him by the rocket just now was greater, or the damage caused to him by these bastards when they rescued him.

He grabbed the wrist of the Street Demon who was pressing on his chest and roared, "Don't even bother trying to save me. Go organize some people to fight back!"

But it was obviously too late for him to say this, because the gangster pressed hard again, causing him to get a stitch in the side and almost vomit his lungs.

"..."

"Uh, ah, hahaha...haha..."

Facing the employer's bloodshot eyes, the little thug from Street Demon couldn't help but let out two awkward laughs. She quickly retracted her arms, grabbed the rifle that had fallen on the side, and rushed out without looking back.

"Boss, I'm going to take care of those bastards right now! Just wait here for my good news!"

"..."

Nyanita Masamune immediately turned his death gaze towards the other people who were still around him.

"..."

The thugs around looked at each other in bewilderment, then picked up their weapons and rushed out.

There is no doubt that after making such a mistake, if you stay, you will have to be prepared to be scolded by your employer.

So if not now, when?

As for protecting the employer's life and safety...

Then let's leave it to the next person who runs slower!

"These bastards..."

Masamune Nyanita rubbed his chest, waves of severe pain coming from his ribs. He limped away from the window and pointed at a few hooligans who had just run up from the first floor without knowing what was going on, "You, you, you, and you all!"

Nyanita Masamune took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve and wrapped it around his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. He led the way and walked from another staircase. "You don't have to go anywhere next. Just protect me and send me back to the Chamber of Commerce safely."

With the disturbance caused by the [Alley Monsters], not only will the fireworks display at 7 o'clock tonight be ruined, it is estimated that the [Onmyoji Department] will receive the news and rush over soon. It will be a blessing in disguise that we can escape safely.

It seems that I can only find another opportunity next time to get rid of the [Celebration Operation Management Department].

Thinking about all the preparations he had made for tonight - most importantly, the cost of hiring the Street Ghosts and purchasing weapons for them - all of them had gone to waste.

Nyankoda Masamune was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He wished he could pick up his gun right now and shoot all those "alley monsters" who came to make trouble for some unknown reason!

Chapter 35: Nyanhada Masamune: I advise you to learn your lesson!

"Uh, but the Chamber of Commerce is far away from here, Boss."

The face of the gangster who was called out immediately fell, and his eyes looked around. "By the time we escort you back to the Chamber of Commerce, the fireworks show will probably have passed. You are already such a big man, can't you overcome the difficulties and go back by yourself?"

"Yes, yes."

"I dared to walk alone at night when I was eight years old."

"Then I'm better than you. I dared to do it when I was six years old."

"You are all younger brothers. I could ride my bicycle home by myself when I was three years old."

The hooligans standing by also nodded desperately, from their words to their expressions, from their hair to their toes, every detail expressed their resistance.

"..."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry...

Just treat them as talking squash and don't get angry...

Listening to the voices of agreement coming one after another, Nyankoda Masamune felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a surge of blood rushed to his forehead. It seemed as if the top of his head could not contain this wave of anger, and there were signs of cracking.

The only forces available for hire are these "street demons" who don't speak human language.

Moreover, in the foreseeable future, if he still wants to cause trouble for the [Celebration Operation Management Department] and get the authority of celebration operation management, [Street Ghosts] is one of the few relatively obedient subordinates he can summon with money.

Thinking of all the above, Nyankoda Masamune took a deep breath, two deep breaths, and three deep breaths, trying hard to suppress the urge to curse. He desperately made up excuses for [Street Ghost], persuading himself and comforting himself not to be angry, as they still had a long time to work together in the future.

Otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain and you will lose everything.

"I'll double the balance for you."

Nyanko Masamune took a deep breath and tried to open his teeth that were grinding against each other. "Now, can you please escort me back?"

"Uh, no, no problem, boss."

Looking at their employer's twisted mouth, gritted teeth, and bloodshot face, the thugs from Street Ghosts quickly nodded.

Some of them are tempted by the doubled balance, but some are also worried that their employer may suffer a cerebral hemorrhage and not be able to pay the balance.

Checking the time on the phone, the number [6:48] meant that there would be no chance of attending the fireworks show tonight. The gangster who led the [Street Ghosts] pursed his lips and nodded reluctantly, "We'll take you there right away..."

"Hahaha, I told you I could definitely hit the target!"

A burst of excited laughter interrupted the words of the Street Demon. Along with the footsteps coming from the stairs, the excited laughter was getting closer and closer. "Did you see how unlucky that guy is?! I haven't seen such a standard afro in a long time, and it's even smoking!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The sun rises in the east. Only you are undefeated. You are both civil and martial. You are number one in the world. For thousands of years, you will unify Kiwo."

Then came a man's voice. The voice was slightly amused, and it was hard to guess whether its owner was making a joke or sincerely praising, "[Alley Monster], halo protects you, long live the boss, long live, long, long live the boss."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Wow, what a cool entrance poem."

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the stairs. A street thug widened his eyes and praised subconsciously, "Boss, should we come up with a slogan that's cooler than this?"

Upon hearing this, all the gangsters' eyes immediately shifted from the stairs to Nyankoda Masamune's face, revealing expectant gleams.

"I miss you! What slogans are you? Are your heads just decorations hanging around your necks?!"

Nyanita Masamune's face turned green with anger. He finally couldn't control his anger and yelled, "This is an enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack, can't you see?! The enemy has already touched us and you are still thinking of that bullshit slogan!!!"

"Hurry up and get me the gun!!!"

The hooligans from Street Demons suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly picked up the rifles or submachine guns hanging from their shoulders.

"It's too late, idiots!"

The boss of Alley Monster laughed wildly and threw a smoke bomb from the bottom of the stairs. It hit the wall near the window and then rolled and bounced to the toes of Street Monster. "Take my smoke bomb!"

laugh--!

The smoke bomb suddenly began to spin at high speed, and the dark grey, solid smoke spread out in all directions like a tornado, instantly engulfing Nyanta Masamune, Street Demon and others.