Minamoto Noraiguang looked at Huang Mao with a strange expression.
It's really not tolerated that he doesn't think too much.
But the yellow-haired gangster is in a very bad condition now. Compared with when he was still alive and kicking just now, there are obvious red abrasions from the left side of his face to his mouth.
It seemed that he was rubbed on the ground after being slapped away, and he was limping when he walked, and he kept covering his stomach with his left hand. It seemed that he had not recovered from the previous slap.
"That's right, it's robbery! If you are wise, hurry up... Ouch! Hurry up and hand over the money!"
Huang Mao, whose arrogance returned to his arrogance, yelled twice, but it seemed that he was holding on to the scratched wound on his mouth. Halfway through the words, he screamed in pain before barely threatening to come out.
The two of them gradually approached him.
But just when the two of them were about to reach Minamoto no Raimitsu, he suddenly asked.
"Don't you have one more person?"
Huang Mao, who was walking lamely, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. His brain seemed to be running involuntarily, and he subconsciously replied: "His mother asked him to go home for midnight snack."
The corners of Minamoto Noraimitsu's eyes twitched slightly.
In fact, he could tell from just now that these gangsters were not skilled in robbing at all, except for the bald man next to them who looked cool.
The Huangmao in front of me could only yell, but the other person stood there and didn't dare to say a word.
Moreover, they had already surrounded the other girls and refused to do anything. Still standing there showed that he only robbed wealth and not sex. If it weren't for the fact that they were older than him, he would have thought they were bad.
I guess all the delinquents in high school are more skilled than them.
Is this for robbery?
The beggars are more skilled than you.
Minamoto Yorimitsu sighed as he thought about it, then took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a Fukuzawa Yukichi card and handed it over. He smiled and looked at Huang Mao in front of him and said, "Take it and buy something delicious, and go home early."
His actions didn't look like he was being robbed at all.
Instead, it's like tipping the waiter after a meal at a fancy restaurant.
Huang Mao looked at the ten-thousand-yuan bill handed over to him, with a flattering smile on his face and subconsciously wanted to catch it, but then he reacted, slapped his hand away fiercely, covered his stomach and said sternly:
"Do you look down on our professionalism?"
"When it comes to robbery, it must be robbery! What do you mean by giving us money? Do you think we are beggars in Gion? Who are you looking down on here, do you think I can value this little money?
"
"Back then I was in Shangjing District..."
"Xing!" The bald man standing next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore. He immediately stopped yelling at his endless words, frowned and said in a low voice, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Huang Mao, who was suddenly yelled back, immediately shut up, and felt a little aggrieved. However, he did not refute his elder brother's intention, but he still looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu with a sullen face, as if he was very indignant at his charity.
Seeing the younger brother quietly closing his mouth, the bald man nodded with satisfaction, then moved to Minamoto no Laiguang, stared at him with sinister eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"Being a hero? Does it feel good?"
"I didn't take it seriously, did I?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu answered while lowering his right hand.
It really didn't happen.
Originally, I just followed the few morals left in my heart, coupled with the social habits developed in my previous life, so I stood up to stop them.
But who would have thought that the girl would throw out a two-meter-long sword with her backhand, and with one blow she would turn the gangster into a rag doll. In an instant, the situation would change drastically.
"Give me a show."
The bald man folded his arms, his expression became lighter again, his eyelids drooped and he said: "Now you squat down and do a Thomas rotation for us, and then hand over the money, and I will let you go."
His tone was very indifferent.
The momentum standing there was also very stable.
It seemed that he was not among the people who were scared away by Muchuanquan's two-meter-long sword just now.
He just looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu intently, as if he had already been pinched in the palm of his hand, and could crush him to death whenever he wanted.
"I won't."
Yorimitsu Minamoto gave the answer.
"Do not jump?"
The bald man's droopy eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly there was an unspeakable sense of oppression, and the flesh on his face began to tremble as he spoke:
"It seems that he doesn't want to cooperate anymore. I've seen young people like you before..."
The dull and sinister voice suddenly stopped.
When the bald man fell into Minamoto Yorimitsu's sight, he smiled and took out a pistol from his right side, and then raised it in his direction in just a moment.
The dark hole came closer instantly.
Make the bald man's penis tighten.
It's like falling into a black hole with infinite suction.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was the first to break this state, putting the pistol against the opponent's forehead, placing his finger lightly next to the trigger, and said with a smile: "Guess I am a prop?"
Looking at the bald man, he looked like a goose stuck in his neck.
The words in my throat could no longer come out.
He had a clear understanding in his heart.
Sure enough.
There is no other iai that can be as good as my American iai.
Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes.
"Click——"
The right hand holding the gun slowly clicked the safety.
The thimble made a crisp collision sound.
The flesh on the bald man's face trembled with the sound.
A chill went from the outside to the inside and penetrated into the bone marrow.
"calm down!"
The bald man instantly lost his solemn look, and quickly raised his hands and shouted at Minamoto Yorimitsu, fearing that he would collapse if he was not careful.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference.
But Kumamoto Kura has come from that era. Although he was just a boy carrying a bag at that time, he could at least tell that it was not a real gun.
Just based on the crisp sound of pulling the trigger just now, he didn't dare to bet whether it was a simulated gun. If it was, then there would be no problem.
But what if it’s not the case!?
The gentle evening breeze blew through the gaps in the sleeves.
But Kumamotokura only felt an icy chill.
This kind of fear and fear of insufficient firepower made the man with a deep temperament break into a cold sweat, and his thick calves began to sway. He stepped back and advised in a panic:
"Brother, you are still very young, you must not go down the road of crime!"
"Squat down and do a full Thomas rotation."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu said expressionlessly.
The bald man's face stiffened when he heard this, but he reacted very quickly without any hesitation. He squatted on the ground and started to do the full Thomas rotation. However, because he was scared to step back while doing it, his right foot hit him several times.
They all tripped over their left feet and fell to the ground several times.
Minamoto Yorimitsu continued: "Do it while rolling."
As if he had received instructions from his superiors, the bald man began to perform Thomas' movements even faster.
Seeing the bald man using his left foot to trip his right foot and gradually rolling away, Minamoto Yoriko stood there with no intention of chasing him. Instead, he turned his gun and pointed it at Huang Mao who was preparing to sneak away quietly.
"Did I let you go?"
Minamoto norimitsu asked with a smile.
It's obviously a nice smile.
But in Huang Mao's eyes, it turned into a devil's smile.
"Brother, brother, my heart is not good."
When Huang Mao saw the gun pointed at him, he was so frightened that he felt like he was dead again. Instead of covering his stomach with his left hand, he covered his heart instead. He quickly stepped back and explained hurriedly:
"The fish I just brought in haven't been sold yet, and I have to sell them early tomorrow morning. Brother, can you give me another chance?"
"Do."
Minamoto Yorimitsu's answer is very concise.
The yellow-haired gangster had a bitter look on his face when he heard this, but he still endured the severe pain in his abdomen and squatted down. He put his hands on the ground and did Thomas Full Spin.
Two times and I grinned in pain.
Watching the two of them disappear into the street.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu then put the pistol back into the inventory.
He stood there and shook his head slightly.
Then he walked towards the main road.
Although Kyoto cannot be compared with Tokyo, the city that never sleeps, there are still many shops still open on the main roads, and there is a lot of traffic.
I took a taxi for half an hour and returned to the academy.
Looking at the arrangement information sent by the staff of Kyoto Broadcasting on his mobile phone, Minamoto no Yorimitsu thought about the meeting with Oyakubag Chaon tomorrow, and thought about some possible situations and his own countermeasures.
I tried dialing Kogi Seimei again but failed.
Minamoto Noraimitsu then fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.