There is only one possibility: these people bribed the court in advance.
Of course, this is not unrelated to the increasing decline of the Miyamoto family.
The essence of this world is that interests are related. Based on this, many things are not difficult to understand.
The group of people in front of me are thugs and debt collectors hired from the Honda District Martial Arts School.
It is not difficult to imagine that if this precedent is set, the things that follow will only become more difficult and troublesome. Among these martial arts schools that were smashed by grandpa, Honda District Martial Arts School can only be regarded as a small player.
Miyamoto Yukiko grasped the iron bars tightly with her palms and stared at the verdict. Her body was shaking constantly, her breathing became more and more rapid, and the two plump balls on her chest trembled slightly with the fine snow floating in the air.
Fine snow fell on her disheveled forehead, making her look delicate and beautiful.
"The total is 30,200,000 yen." The leader, Daitora Sakigawa, patted the verdict with force and said with an arrogant smile, "Ms. Miyamoto, don't wait any longer and take out the money quickly!"
"Break her legs and take her back to Tokyo headquarters, boss!" shouted a younger brother next to her.
A fierce light flashed in Sakigawa's eyes, and he slapped the shouting younger brother on the face. He yelled in a sheep voice: "Don't be disrespectful to Miss Miyamoto. The Miyamoto family has always valued love and justice, and she will not deny it."
For money!”
The young man was beaten and spun around three times. He covered his swollen face and shouted, "Hey!!! I was disrespectful to Ms. Miyamoto, and I will be punished!" The man seemed to be scared to death, and he quickly pointed at Ms. Miyamoto with a baseball bat.
His head shook, and his tongue fell to the snow.
"If it really doesn't work, Miss Miyamoto, let's see if this works." Sakigawa Daihu put his face against the iron railing again angrily, sticking out his tongue and stirring it in the cracks of the iron railing, "Ms. Miyamoto hasn't done anything yet.
Get married, right? If you are willing to stay with me for one night, then I can make a little decision and offset it with 200,000 yen, how about that?"
200,000 yen is enough to sleep on the laps of JK girls from winter to summer. Daitora Sakigawa said in his heart. But this price is used to buy Miyamoto Yukiko's first time, which is a huge profit!
This is the only daughter of the Miyamoto family at present, and the only bloodline of the Miyamoto family left in the world!
As he spoke, Sakigawa Dahu stretched out his hand and grabbed Miyamoto Yukiko's waist through the gap in the iron railing.
Miyamoto Yukiko shook her head, took a step back, then raised her leg high, and stepped hard on Sakigawa Daitora's finger with her slippered foot. For a moment, there was a sound like a chicken bone being crunched to pieces.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Damn bastard woman! No one can protect you today!" Datora Sakigawa, who was screaming in severe pain, his eyes wide open with anger, his injured hand hanging down, holding a steel bat in his right hand as he slammed the door.
: "Knock the door open for me, I will personally break the legs of you stinky woman today!"
Miyamoto Yukiko's eyes burst with murderous intent. This murderous intent permeated the fine snow, melted in the air, and condensed into deathly frost everywhere in the cold weather.
She habitually made a gesture to draw a sword, only to find unexpectedly that she didn't have a sword in her hand at all. She looked around in confusion and had to pick up a plastic water pipe from the snow.
The iron gate was slammed open, and at the same time, several gangsters who climbed over from the wall on ladders jumped to the ground.
The gangsters rushed over shouting and waving bats.
Miyamoto Yukiko kept her pace, raised the plastic hose in her hand, and hit a gangster who was rushing towards him with a precise blow on the nose. Two lines of hot blood spurted out, dyeing the snow and frost in the courtyard red.
"Come on together! Don't be merciful just because she is a woman! No matter how weak the women of the Miyamoto family are, you idiots can't deal with them! Come on! Use her vitals to control her!" Daihu Sakigawa rubbed his broken hands, eyes wide.
He shouted with red eyes.
This is not so much a containment and interception as a personal swordsmanship performance. Miyamoto Yukiko, who has a smooth and casually tied ponytail hair and is as independent as a mountain snow lotus, is transformed into a battlefield at this moment.
The female general above.
Her figure in jeans and a white shirt is extremely clean and tidy, and every attack and slash is domineering and delicate, aiming at the gangster's eyes and nose with various vital points that will make him kneel with one strike.
For such a woman, it would not be a bad idea to call her mom.
Yu Xian picked up a few stones and thought so.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Charge and kill! You losers!" Sakigawa Dahu gritted his teeth, picked up the steel bat, and rushed towards the chaotic crowd like a hill. "Kill! Don't be afraid of losing your life! Stay at the back.
Make me commit seppuku!"
Miyamoto Yukiko stuck a plastic hose on the head of a gangster, then pulled and pushed it back, and the short force bounced back to the center of the forehead of the gangster behind who was preparing for a sneak attack.
Her movements were clear and smooth, as if she were dancing with the children of the gods in the snow.
The gangster with a bloody head shook his head, feeling dizzy. He let go and threw away the steel bat. He screamed and grabbed Miyamoto Yukiko's waist. He also grabbed upwards with the other hand.
But a woman from the Miyamoto family is difficult for the world to invade. As long as they can touch her body, this time is not in vain, and the beating is not in vain.
I'm going to stick my face on it! I won't let go! Laugh! "Boss, I'll help you control her!" The gangster who rushed over screamed, only three meters away from Miyamoto Yukiko.
inch distance.
"Okay!" Dahu Sakigawa's fist struck with the strong wind.
Just when the gangster was about to hug Xuezi's waist, a stone hit him between the eyebrows and into his eye socket. The cry of pain suddenly resounded. He covered his eyes and rolled on the ground. The sharp stone edge made him miserable.
Miyamoto Yukiko reacted quickly, turned sideways to avoid Sakigawa Daitora's fist, then picked up the plastic hose and slapped it on the head of the gangster on the ground like a magical iron rod.
The gangster let out a sob and fainted to the ground. This time he couldn't even scream out the pain.
Sakigawa Daitora's fist was empty, and the inertia made him plunge into the thick snow-covered swimming pool.
Woohoo!
The sirens gradually got closer.
"It's broken, it's a police officer!" Sakigawa Dahu ignored the pain of hitting the edge of the swimming pool and shouted, rolling and crawling on the ground, "Damn it! Get out, get out quickly! The police officer is here!"
The gangsters immediately became confused and picked up their unconscious companions. No matter how chaotic the battle was, they got on their motorcycles and ran away quickly.
The police car did not stop and chased after him closely.
Miyamoto Yukiko threw away the bloody plastic tube in her hand, looked back at Yu Xianzhisheng, and said angrily: "I didn't let you come out."
Yuzuru didn't look at Miyamoto Yukiko. Through the gap between Miyamoto Yukiko's closed legs, he saw Tamiya Aoi waving to him not far away. Tamiya Aoi was hiding in the crowd of neighbors watching the theater.
, Bai Jian made a phone gesture with his left hand.
Miyamoto Yukiko shook her head, walked to Yu Xian's side, took his hand and said, "Come in, the instant noodles are getting cold."
Her hands are big and warm.
Yuxian Zhisheng, who was chilled by the cold for a while, felt warm.
Miyamoto Yukiko picked up two cups of instant noodles, heated them up on the stove, brought them to Yu Xianzhisheng, and said: "After eating, go take a shower. Put on my pajamas first. Your room is on the second floor.
"
"Aunt Miyamoto, aren't you hungry?" Yu Xian asked naively.
But there was no answer.
Miyamoto Yukiko walked up the stairs tiredly, crumbling like a doll that had run out of spring.
Yuxuan took a quick shower, then wore loose women's pajamas and ran to the door of Miyamoto Yukiko's room. He stared at the drunken light under the door and knocked gently.
"I'm going to sleep." Yukiko Miyamoto's voice came from inside, but there was no emotion.
"I don't dare to sleep alone." Yu Xian, whose childish little body is no taller than the doorknob, said crisply, "Can I say a few words to you?"
