Under the lonely starry sky.

Kanagawa.

Yokohama City Nakata-cho.

Sukiyoshi's elders-machi-kei office.

The third generation...that is, the third leader of the firm, Uncle Sixing, was sitting behind the desk and sucking mist.

And in front of him.

On several cheap sofas in a shape of finished products, seven or eight people were wearing bell and whistle suits, with their clothes wide open, revealing large tattoos.

In addition, there are two figures in the corner of the small office.

One stands and the other lies down.

The man standing was tall, with knotty muscles and no top, revealing his strong upper body and the Prajna tattoo covering the entire back. The sweat-soaked tattoo was trembling slightly with the owner.

The man lying down was slumped in the corner, confused, his clothes were covered with blood, and there was no part of his face that was clean, either bruised or swelled, his body was covered with footprints, and there were two broken fingers that were oozing blood.

"It's expanded! Say it quickly!"

Bang.

The tattoo man kicked the man who was lying in the corner again, and the latter spitted blood foam from the corner of his mouth and had no strength to shout or struggle.

He just murmured unconsciously: "It's really... not... me..."

“…”

The tattoo man muttered and scolded something, kicked the man in the head, then turned around and looked at the uncle who was sucking in the clouds and spitting out mist...or the uncle of the Shidao - Yutaro Iwai.

"Boss, it's not him."

The tattoo man bowed suddenly to Yutaro Iwai, then slowly straightened his waist, looked at Yutaro Iwai, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yutaro Iwai spit out a mouthful of smoke, his expression still remained: "Who isn't that? The money can't disappear out of thin air, right?"

“…It is indeed impossible to disappear out of thin air.”

The tattoo man took out a pack of wrinkled cigarette from his pocket and picked up one.

Immediately, a good-eyed Ruozhong came to help him ignite the fire.

Tag.

The flame lights up.

The tattooed man's cheeks were slumped, and after taking a deep breath of cigarettes, he slowly exhaled them.

The smoke lingers.

His eyes were a little red: "The money will not disappear out of thin air. The consultant said it was not him. I didn't find the money where he stayed. Apart from the consultant, the boss was the only one who took care of that money."

"... Then what do you mean is that I took it?"

Yutaro Iwai was wearing an inappropriate suit and suddenly straightened his waist. This usually decadent social animal actually had a look of solemnity on his face.

"This money paid is very important, and it is not lost every month."

The tattooed man Baba took two puffs of cigarettes again, then threw the cigarette butt on the floor, crushed it with the soles of his shoes, and raised his head again: "If the money is gone now, not only you, we will not be able to have a good time."

As his words fell.

brush.

The seven or eight sturdy people who had just sat around the cheap sofa suddenly stood up and stared at the uncle who was still sitting in the social animal, Yutaro Iwai.

"Oh."

When Yutaro Iwai saw this scene, he smirked, slowly took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Sure enough, I have never trusted me. I have always been a thug. Look, this is being undermined."

"It's a last resort, Yutaro Iwai, tell me, where is the money?"

The tattooed man's expression has not changed, but his eyes are staring at Yutaro Iwai, and at the same time, his right hand quietly backed without any trace and stretched to his waist.

Yutaro Iwai sat on the chair, and seemed to see no movement or movement.

The tattooed man quietly took a step forward with his left leg and set the best shooting angle.

The right hand is only a few dozen centimeters away from the gun handle on the waist.

Next second.

brush.

The tattoo man suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Yutaro Iwai's head.

But at the same time.

"Pooh!"

Yutaro Iwai suddenly vomited the smoke from his mouth towards the tattooed man.

The subtle Mars sputtered open.

The tattoo man closed his eyes.

It was also delayed at this moment.

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of palm slapping the shoulder.

The smoke and fire exploded in the middle of the office.

"ah……"

"How can I repair it!"

"asshole!"

The people in the office were blown away, hit the wall, and fell to the ground. The light of fireworks and yelling were mixed together, and the chaos suddenly became in chaos.

But after all, Yutaro Iwai is in the office.

The explosion was not very powerful.

Everyone was just blown away.

He did not lose his combat power.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

A figure passed through the flames in chaos and rushed towards the exit.

The tattoo man heard the footsteps and immediately struggled to sit up, groped for the gun on the ground, and shot the magazine at the figure.

Most of the bullets were empty.

Only one shot.

A muffled groan seemed to be heard in the distance.

Bang.

The figure rushing towards the door covered his arms, and finally escaped and closed the door with force.

"Ahem."

The tattoo man quickly struggled and shouted loudly: "Go out! Chase him quickly! Don't stay inside, if there is another explosion, it will be over! Hurry!"

He gave the order.

Seven or eight Ruos immediately rushed towards the exit.

...

Yutaro Iwai covered his blood-seeking arms, looked painful, and ran downstairs with staggering steps.

After he thought it out, he turned around and exploded inside to deal with everyone, but now his hand was injured. He just gave up this idea and ran away in a panic.

Bang.

Breaking open the door with force.

Yutaro Iwai covered his arms and appeared in an alley where there were no figures.

He looked around and was about to run to the left.

but.

He just took a step.

A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

It was a clergy in hunting clothes.

At this moment, I was standing quietly.

A pair of eyes looked at Yutaro Iwai, emitting a slight light.
To be continued...