I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 35 A Lesson

"Big brother!"

The gangsters said something to the flowered shirt who couldn't get back on the ground, and surrounded Fujii who was alone.

But Fujii embraced the arm of a lucky person, twisted his body, raised his foot to press the opponent's knee, and performed a standard judo knee technique, directly standing and throwing the person to the ground.

After being hit twice by the gangsters with baseball bats on his back, Fujii felt a little pain. His body's ability to fight against blows was no longer the same as before football practice. Throwing on the body, the opponent's back is fully in contact with the hard asphalt road, and the fall is dizzy.

Among the crowd, Fujii seemed to be in unparalleled mode, seeing Azusa Hase who was about to call the police, he couldn't help being stunned.

"It hurts!"

"Forgive us!"

"We were wrong, and we dare not do it again!"

In less than 2 minutes, seven gangsters with baseball bats and steel pipes lay on the ground and rolled begging for mercy. Fujii's face was also left with a bruise, and there were even more bruises on his body.

"Judo: LV2/15%, gain 0.12 free attributes."

The actual combat gave a lot of experience and rewards, and Fujii planned to save them for later distribution. He picked up the collar of the floral shirt on the ground and interrogated a few words, but still got nothing.

"After receiving instructions from the boss, we usually do things like collecting protection fees, watching the scene, fighting, etc., but the boss has always kept his face secret, and we don't know what he looks like? We only know that his name is Ueno Cheng Akira, maybe it's also a pseudonym."

After collecting the information revealed by the flowered shirt, Fujii tree did not choose to call the police, but picked up a baseball bat and smiled at the dazed flowered shirt.

"You said just now that you were going to cut off my two legs, but now I'm not as cruel as you, so I'll just cut off one of your legs."

"Stop, stop! Stop!!! Big brother, I still have hundreds of thousands of yen in change, and I am willing to give it to you."

Hua Shirt resolutely confessed, took out his wallet, and took out a lot of ten-thousand-yen banknotes, trying to use the money to bribe Fujii to let him go.

"Want to bribe me? That's not enough sincerity."

Fujii took the money unexpectedly, as if dissatisfied.

"Guys, take out all your money."

The witty floral shirts made his subordinates take out a lot of banknotes, and only gray professionals like them often carry a lot of cash.

Fujii accepted all the bills, stood up, spilled the banknotes in his hand, raised the baseball bat, and folded the right leg of the floral shirt.

"Ahhh!"

The flower shirt looked up in disbelief, Fujii threw away the baseball bat and spoke slowly.

"These money will be your medical expenses, do you have any objection?"

Dealing with this kind of bastard is to let him know the price of offending him. The flower shirt dared not speak hard, and nodded in agreement with his words in unbearable pain.

"The next time you see me, you have to prepare your wheelchair in advance."

Abandoning the last warning, Fujii turned around indifferently, and did not call the police again. This kind of lesson is more useful than what the police came to.

"Fujii-san, is this really okay? Don't call the police?"

When Hase Azusa separated from him in front of her house, she mustered up the courage to ask.

"It is more straightforward for the bad guys to learn a lesson than to call the police. The bureaucrats of the island country dare not even shoot the leader of the cult who released sarin gas in the subway. I think there is no hope."

Fujii is not the kind of person who is overwhelmed by the heart of the Virgin. He doesn't have a good impression of the island country officials who only bow when something happens, and who are too serious to hide it.

"Then they won't call the police and sue you for intentional harm?"

Naive as Azusa Hase, unexpectedly asking such a simple question.

"Changgu sauce, they are people who do all kinds of evil. The last thing they want to see is the police representing order. The rats in the gutter will also have their own underground rules. If they do this kind of thing and spread it, the extreme career will probably It's over."

After Fujii explained, he left on his bicycle and returned home. Uncle Tianhai left dinner for him in the living room. He probably went upstairs to play a new masterpiece of the game.

Walking into the bathroom, turning on the cold water knob, Fujii took off his clothes, his bare skin was covered with blue and red bruises, and the water splashed down his body surface, which made him groan a few times.

"Damn! It's really fucking ruthless, these bastards."

He took off his disguise, muttered curses, and looked in the bathroom mirror. There was a scar on his face from a punch.

I don't know if it will be better tomorrow morning, and if Uncle Tianhai sees it, it will cause unnecessary trouble again.

After taking a cold shower, I filled the bathtub with hot water and soaked for a while, went upstairs to find some traumatic medicine, and woke up in a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day, there were only a few light marks left on the scars on his face. Fujii put on a layer of sunscreen for an unprecedented time to cover up the marks.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Riding a bicycle into the school gate, greeting passing classmates, Fujii Shu just locked the car in the parking shed, and his classmate Qi Yuan, panting, pushed the bicycle that was also completely powered by human power, and parked the car in the empty parking space opposite him.

"Xihara-san, where's your Honda motorcycle?"

The question I've been wanting to ask for a long time was finally asked today.

"It was stolen, and the car disappeared in the time it took to go to the bathroom."

Qi Yuan thought about it, and answered him indignantly.

No wonder, it seems that the Che Guevaras in Tokyo are also pretty good.

Fujii didn't think much about it. The law and order in Tokyo is always better than Osaka, where he visited during his travels. The murder rate is one of the lowest in East Asia, but the suicide rate has always been high, which feels like a hell joke.

Go back to the classroom and sit down. Miss Kamiya Rin, who is sitting on the right seat, is in a bad state today. Her face is paler than before, her blood is gone, and her eyes are not as aggressive as before.

On the other side, a flowered shirt with a broken leg last night was lying in the underground ward of the black clinic. In a dark corner, a mysterious masked man with his legs crossed lit a cigarette, and the atmosphere froze a bit.

"So, you confessed me?"

The young man wearing the turquoise ghost mask asked scoldingly, flicking off the soot, with a bad tone.

"I'm using your name, Boss, to frighten him."

Flower Shirt didn't dare to admit the facts, so he found an excuse to respond, seeing him trembling slightly, he should be very afraid of the person in front of him.

"Oh? Was he frightened then? How to say? How?"

The masked man didn't take it seriously. This little thought could not be hidden from him. He was also attacked last night. Coincidentally, not long after the floral shirt failed.

"He said, don't let him see me again, he should be in awe of your name, boss, afraid, and dare not contact us again."

The reason for the flowered shirt was very fanciful and far-fetched. Not only did the masked man not get angry after hearing this, he laughed out loud, stepped forward and patted the top of the other party's head, saying.

"Then when you recover from your injury, go meet him again and see if he's afraid or not."

"I…"

The flowered shirt hesitantly draws out his tone, but the conditioned reflex he has developed for a long time still makes him nod and agree.

(End of this chapter)