The boy here

Ohta comes from Aomori Prefecture in the northernmost part of Honshu Island. His parents died young and he was raised by his grandmother since he was a child.

Grandma's biggest wish was that Ohta could read more and not go to college, but just graduate from middle school. Then he could find a stable job in the town, marry a local girl, get married and have children.

However, like many orphans who have lost their parents, Ota spent all day hanging out with the gangsters in the town when he was very young.

I learned to steal because I had no money. I stole money everywhere I could. I even stole money from temples and shrines.

As long as he has a stick, a string, and a unicorn, he can steal the money for the temple's sesame oil from the protected wooden donation box.

So in the process of growing up, he gradually turned into a complete and hopeless little scoundrel.

There were two or three kids who were similar to him, and they naturally formed a natural alliance. Because Ohta was the strongest, he undoubtedly became their leader.

However, life was still as poor as before, and a group of twelve or thirteen-year-old children wandered the streets in ragged clothes all day long.

In order to make a little money, he and his younger brothers would also engage in some weird tricks. During the day, they would sell all kinds of small building materials or scrap hardware stolen from everywhere to local shops.

When night falls, they sneak into the store and steal back the items they sold during the day. Then they take the items and sell them to another store after a while.

Then Torataro rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick, black and strong arms, and threw out the two big-eared scrapers with "pop" and "pop".

"Buzz~", Ota patted his arm hard, took his palm away, and found the body of a large flower mosquito left on his arm.

In the dream, they are all their own little brothers, and they are so smooth and flattering.

He stood up with difficulty and saw that his little friend was still sleeping soundly. He felt ashamed and angry, "Hey, you idiots, get up quickly and embarrass me."

"Ah, go, go, go." Several younger brothers trotted over happily.

As a result..., they were so hungry that they could hardly walk, and they were severely beaten by three or four homeless people.

The ferocious pattern on the shopkeeper's arm, the ferocious eyes, and the domineering and confident tone left a huge shadow in Ota's heart.

It was really refreshing. I wanted to teach this guy a lesson last time in the car, but today I finally got my wish. Torataro took back his hand with satisfaction.

"Xiao Feng, why did you help them? They were just bullying people in the car."

"I'm Ota..." Ota subconsciously wanted to spit out the fragrance, but stopped abruptly. He waved his hand, "In short, I can't ask for your money."

The experience during this period of time made them no longer full of illusions about the word "jidao", and it had nothing to do with the chivalrous way in their imagination.

From then on, he never set foot in that shop again, as if there was something terrible there.

"Well, thank you. But why does my face hurt?" Ota rubbed his hot cheeks, a little suspicious.

Seeing that his friends were all sallow and thin, Ohta gritted his teeth and walked towards the homeless man on the side of the street.

Looking at the figure fading away under the streetlight, and then looking at the several thousand yen in his hand, Ohta had a complicated expression.

Ota punched and kicked him for a while, tossing all his younger brothers. But when they stood together, they were all wilted, and some even had bruises on their faces.

This incident left a deep fear in Ohta's heart, but it opened another door.

He even left tattoos on his arms in advance in order to join the Judong Society, and even made a business card for himself that looked like a member of the Judong Society.

Then Ohta and the others were caught on the spot. They were fearless and wanted to resist. The shop owner raised his arms covered with tattoos and beat them severely.

"Okay okay"

Did you see the look in his eyes just now? The arrogance and arrogance were gone. All I saw was desolation and uneasiness.

Last winter, his grandmother passed away suddenly. Ota fulfilled his last wish and finally made up his mind to go to Tokyo to look for the Kyokudōkai.

"Ota-san, how can I help you?" Bai Chuanfeng noticed Ota's embarrassment and asked kindly, thinking that he was a fellow from the Northeast.

He wanted to be that kind of person, he wanted to be a real Yakuza. Tokyo, which was the headquarters of the Kyokushin Society that he found out about, became a holy place in his mind.

I, the mighty Mr. Ohta, one day ended up fighting for food with a homeless man, and what’s even more shameful is that I haven’t even beaten him...

"Well, it's a bit. But when I think of that guy's hateful expression, I just want to beat him up."

"Boss, are we still doing Yakuza?" There was a younger brother beside him who asked hesitantly.

But my grandmother is old and cannot do without someone to take care of her. Although Ohta sometimes behaves badly, at least he is a filial person.

However, after arriving in Tokyo, things did not go as smoothly as expected. First, they found the wrong territory and were beaten up by other Yakuza groups.

"Didn't you beat him already?"

"Boy, when I was at the Jidong Club, no one dared to fool me like this."

This was Ohta's last thought before he was beaten unconscious.

Bai Chuanfeng smiled and said, "Take it, even if you don't consider yourself, you must also consider taking care of the people who follow you."

Ohta was startled. He turned around and looked at his friends who had been following him since childhood. He saw them staring directly at the banknotes in Bai Chuanfeng's hand, and some of them were even swallowing secretly.

"Ota-san, long time no see." Bai Chuanfeng said hello with a smile.

Bai Chuanfeng could probably guess that their encounter was not a good one, just by looking at the dull eyes of his younger brothers.

Shirakawa Kaede patted him on the shoulder and said nothing. Then he stood up and left. Torataro nodded to Ota and also left.

After living in Tokyo for two months, I didn't get my Yakuza status and all the money I had was spent.

On the way to Tokyo, Ohta even got addicted to the yakuza in advance. The feeling of being so majestic that others dare not look at him was really satisfying.

After wandering around for more than half a month, they finally found the headquarters of the Kyokudōkai near Ikebukuro. When they reported the name of the old shop owner, what greeted them was not a polite reception, but a more ferocious fist.

He didn't press any further, but took some money from his pocket and handed it to him. "Let's buy some food. If you really can't, it's good to go back to your hometown in Northeast China. If you want to survive in Tokyo, you have to learn to keep your head down."

Ota showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and took the money with trembling fingers, "Thank you, Shirakawa-kun." His voice was extremely downcast.

Ota had a dream. In the dream, he had a hearty meal and was about to have a good sleep. However, he felt someone buzzing in his ear, like an annoying fly, disturbing his dream.

Shirakawa Kaede and Torataro pinched their noses and looked at each other, and the latter nodded to express his understanding.

"Hey, do you still want to fill your stomach?" Ota put his hands in his pockets under the street lamp and roared from a distance.

"After dinner, take a bath. Start looking for work tomorrow."

"Hey, it's you?" Ohta recognized the figures in front of him. He still had some impressions of Shirakawa Kaede and the others, as they appeared in a dream just now.

He had already made a plan to go to Tokyo and find the Jidong Kai, and directly tell him the name of the shop owner from his hometown who beat him up, saying that he introduced him to join the club.

"It was you who woke me up." Ota slowly woke up and saw himself sitting in the garbage, feeling embarrassed.

Ohta did not speak, but turned around and left in silence. Several of the younger brothers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

He even showed off his acting skills and planned to recruit one or two younger boys, one of whom seemed to be very good at fighting. It was a pity that the other boy went to college. Otherwise, with his many years of experience in being a master, and using the skills of that young boy, he might be able to

Make a fortune.

"Ah, haha..., I almost forgot about this."

"Although that guy Ohta is not a good person, he is not an irredeemable bad person either.

Under the streetlight, the jumping figures of several young people were stretched very long by the light.

If they hadn't run so fast, they might have been caught and had their little fingers cut off.

"Hey, wake up~ wake up~"

One of the shopkeepers marked the item he received, and a few days later Ota and others took it to his store to sell it again.

Ohta's face turned red, he lowered his head and waited for a long time, unable to hold back a complete sentence.

So I think a person with such eyes must have never done anything heinous before, and at most he is just a little gangster from the countryside.

"Well..." Ota opened his eyes in a daze and saw Shirakawa Kaede and Torataro squatting in front of him, unable to turn around for a while.

"Baga~ Don't disturb Mr. Ota's sleep." Ota turned over in the garbage pile and continued to sleep soundly.

Bai Chuanfeng nodded, "I see that Ota-san is sleeping too deeply, and this is not a good place to sleep, so I can only be rude and wake up Ota-san."

Shirakawa Kaede and Torataro looked at each other without any trace, and said in unison, "Maybe it's because there are more mosquitoes here."

And everyone is from the Northeast, so if you can help, please help."

The two teenagers on the other side, Shirakawa Kaede, who had almost arrived at his residence, was also being pestered by Torataro to ask questions.

Something went wrong once, because this trick was played too often, which aroused the vigilance of some stores.

"Toro Taro, everyone is more or less likely to encounter their own difficulties. When they are struggling on the edge of the abyss, don't think about pushing them. Maybe you can try to pull them. Maybe this action can affect their lives.

Maybe."

"Xiao Feng, what you said is too profound, I can't understand it."

"You guy, why are you so stupid?"

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