Fushimi Ward has the worst security situation in Kyoto Prefecture.
Due to historical reasons, Fushimi Ward is a castle town with convenient transportation and complete living functions, and the rent is so cheap that it is the most cost-effective area in Kyoto.
Therefore, it has the largest population of residents.
But population also represents chaos.
In the early days of the bubble economy, when the Yakuza were still dominated by the powerful, Fushimi Ward was the headquarters of the Yakuza in Kyoto. Gangsters with black and blue tattoos could be seen almost everywhere, and the number of reported deaths was the highest in the prefecture.
It has always ranked first in the ranking of poor public security in Kyoto Prefecture.
Even now, the crime rate is the highest.
Of course there aren't that many violent killings.
Basically, someone's car is stolen, or a cat or dog gets lost. It's hard to even see blood. The worst is a small-scale robbery. Even robberies don't require violence. It's good if you can carry a knife and swing it twice.
As for the original Yakuza organization, it has long since disappeared.
When the toilet loses its function, it is natural that everyone shouts and beats it.
The so-called system is a system that determines the distribution of resource benefits. In the past, the Yakuza could enjoy the benefits as a matter of course, but now it has become almost synonymous with everyone trampling on it.
After the economic crisis passed, the Yakuza changed careers one after another.
Most of them went to the construction site, and there were also people setting up stalls selling fish, or riding tricycles to haul goods.
In short, it was good to have a job at that time. Being able to support oneself was the greatest dignity. It didn't matter whether it was decent or not.
Jobs like these are paid on a daily basis. You can also exercise by moving bricks on construction sites. Some do well and even become foremans, which is especially suitable for gangsters. The work is simple and happy. If you do it well, you can earn millions a year.
Of course this is all old almanac from the past.
So now we actually see a live gangster?
"Hurry up and take out all the money you have. We are not interested in your people, but if you don't want to pay, don't blame us for being rude."
"That's right, take out the money quickly. Little girls walking at night must have this consciousness. We won't make it difficult for you, but if you don't want to, then you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Little girl, please take out the money quickly!"
Hmm? Pretty professional.
Robbing wealth is not robbing sex, right?
When Minamoto no Yorimitsu got a little closer, he heard the threatening words of several gangsters, and at the same time he could clearly see the appearance and dress of several people.
The three gangsters all seemed to be older in age. The one who was called the most cheerful was a man with yellow hair who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. The other one echoed this with a few words and a slightly wary look in his eyes.
The middle-aged man in the middle has a bald head. His bald scalp is illuminated by the dilapidated street lights. He has several stripes of flesh on his face. He is also tall and burly, with tattoos exposed on his arms.
It looks pretty scary too.
that is...
The cheap suit has several big holes.
It seriously affected the bald man's aura as a gangster boss. Even the buttocks of his pants had some torn gaps, revealing some of the fabric inside.
It seems to be still red.
Minamoto Yorimitsu also saw the girl who was blackmailed.
The girl is very tall, with short hair just below her ears, and the bangs on her forehead are also very long.
However, it only hangs down naturally on the tip of the nose and does not cover the thin cheeks. However, because the head is slightly lowered, the face can hardly be seen clearly.
But what Minamoto Yorimitsu paid special attention to was.
The short-haired girl was carrying a long object wrapped in brown linen on her back, and tied with a hemp rope. The length seemed to be higher than the girl's height, and she didn't know what it was.
Girls just remained silent in the face of blackmail.
There is no verbal expression.
He just lowered his hand a little.
"It seems that he is unwilling to cooperate."
The bald man saw this and said lightly.
Then he waved.
"Axok."
"Understood, brother!"
Huang Mao next to him responded, with a ferocious look on his face. He clenched his fists and walked towards the short-haired girl: "You kid didn't listen..."
"Excuse me, are you filming a scene, and is it a scene where you blackmail a girl in the middle of the night?"
Just when Huang Maoxie smiled and clenched his fists, and had just taken two steps closer to the girl, a questioning male voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
This voice stopped everyone's movements.
It also attracted everyone’s attention.
Under the gaze of everyone, a thin young man walked slowly from the darkness, seemingly not paying attention to their atmosphere at all, but walking slowly towards them with a decent smile on his face.
As he walked, he smiled and asked.
"Why didn't I see where the camera was?"
The bald man frowned and stared at Minamoto Yorimitsu with fierce eyes. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Boy, don't meddle in other people's business, do you understand?"
He is not a fool.
Of course I knew what the young man said was a joke.
Coming here now is just to disrupt the situation.
"Brother, this guy seems to be recording!"
Huang Mao beside him suddenly said something.
The bald leader's eyebrows furrowed even more when he heard this, and then he realized that the young man was holding a mobile phone in his hand and facing this direction. There was no doubt that he was recording.
And I've been recording it since it first appeared...
The bald man's heart gradually sank.
After a moment of silence, he raised his chin, and the yellow hair next to him instantly understood.
"You kid, come here immediately and squat down with your head in your hands! Or if you throw your phone over now, our elder brother might be kind enough to let you go!"
The yellow-haired young man suddenly shouted sharply.
"What if I choose not to?"
Minamoto norimitsu said with a smile.
"Want a hero to save the beauty?"
The bald man only raised his eyelids slightly, and the flesh on his face moved slightly as he spoke, and he suddenly felt as calm as a mountain.
"Still too young."
The bald man said again: "Xing."
"Understood, brother."
Huang Mao was not tired after being called around, and his face showed excitement again. He glared at Minamoto no Yorimitsu with a grin and said with a gloomy smile:
"There are no cameras around here. I think you are crazy about wanting to be a hero. Haven't you heard from our eldest brother Kumamoto Kura..."
"Noisy."
Just when Huang Maoxie was smiling and had just taken two steps and was still far away from Minamoto Yoriguang, the short-haired girl behind him suddenly interrupted him.
And at the moment the sound fell.
I saw the girl's wrist shaking slightly, untying the slender hemp rope wrapping the long thing behind her, and a cold light suddenly emerged from the brown cloth strips.
A naginata nearly two meters long was revealed. It seemed to be very light and was held in the hand of the short-haired girl and danced with a terrifying aura.
"boom--"
The dust on the ground stirred up slightly.
The handle of the knife hit the ground and made a sound like gold and stone.
The cold light from the blade of the naginata is almost as bright as the human eye.
Especially the two-meter-long naginata.
The visual impact is extremely shocking!
"Leave now, I won't do anything."
came the plain voice of the short-haired girl.
As the girl's voice fell.
Everyone slowly opened their mouths.
Huang Mao's eyes almost popped out.
Even Minamoto Yorimitsu stared.
The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.
Even the flesh on his bald face trembled.
"Gulu——"
There was a sound of swallowing saliva.
It is obvious that a girl carrying a two-meter-long sword has an obvious impact on everyone.
It simply subverts ordinary people’s cognition!
In the end, Huang Mao was the first to speak. He suppressed the shock in his heart, held down his shaky legs, and shouted with a stern expression:
"Who are you trying to scare, little girl? This knife is definitely a prop, right? Haven't your adults ever taught you not to take knives on the street casually when you go out?"
The bald man's eyes lit up.
Yes, props, they must be props!
The big blade of this naginata is so bright, it must have been smeared with theater polish! Maybe it’s not solid! Otherwise, it would have weighed at least thirty or forty pounds. How could a little girl weigh it?
This is not common sense at all!
Thinking that the bald man's mood gradually stabilized, his face returned to that calm look, and he said to the side again:
"Xingxing, this little girl is so disobedient, go get the props in her hand."
"yes, Sir."
Huang Mao, who was still a little pretentious at first, saw that his elder brother was as steady as a mountain, and was immediately convinced by his normal thinking. He showed a confident smile on his face and approached the girl's position step by step.
Even his hand has been stretched out.
You can touch the naginata from only twenty centimeters away.
"Bring it to me..."
Just when Huang Mao said these words, the naginata in his eyes quickly flipped over, and the white blade rushed towards his eyes. He didn't have any time to react. He watched helplessly as it was slapped on his waist.
Then--
He felt like his stomach was churning.
It's like being hit hard with a hammer.
The overnight meal from the day before yesterday was in my throat.
The sudden blunt blow made him unable to scream in pain, and he could only make a low whooshing sound from his throat, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
As a powerful force hit him from the abdomen, he felt his body fall backwards involuntarily, like a rag doll being thrown to the ground.
He was hunched over on the ground like a cooked prawn.
"Have you lost your strength again?"
The short-haired girl with the blade of the sword splayed frowned. The two-meter-long naginata flew twice in her hand and put it away. She stood there and whispered to herself.
"Go, go, go!"
The bald man's eyes widened when he saw this. He was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he suddenly reacted in less than two seconds and quickly pulled the younger brother beside him back, regardless of Huang Mao's life or death.
The short-haired girl stood there holding a knife.
There was no intention of pursuing him.
He just watched them run away with cold eyes.
The two-meter-long naginata is tightly held in the palm of his hand. The blade covered with evil demon patterns shines brightly on the road, glowing with its own sharp cold light.
"Brother, please wait for me!"
When Huang Mao, who had just been slapped away by a knife, saw this, he quickly endured the severe pain in his abdomen and got up. He ran in the direction of the bald man while peeing, and stumbled several times.
The girl with short hair just stood there.
Until a few gangsters completely disappeared from the streets.
Then he shifted his gaze to the face of Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was still holding a mobile phone not far away. He looked at it calmly for nearly ten seconds, and his thin lips did not seem to have the slightest intention of opening to speak.
[Mu Chuanquan’s dislike level has increased slightly!]
[Dislikeability has been reversed into rewards!]
[Please pay attention to the inventory check!]
The simulator prompt suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
The corresponding handwriting slowly floated out.
The smile on Minamoto Yorimitsu's face gradually faded.
I no longer meant to laugh at the gangsters just now.
Instead, his eyelids twitched and he looked at the short-haired girl.