Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 85 84. Mass Destruction
Cheerful rap songs are being played in the lobby of the KTV, and several underworld personnel disguised as guests and waiters are standing guard.

"Hee hee hee bastards! Come out to me!" Jiuzhou Cheng kicked open the door with his eyes cracked, his expression like a mad dog:

"You beasts! I'm going to punch your hearts out!"

Hearing the sound of kicking the door, they immediately stood up and looked at Jiuzhou Cheng in unison.

"How did you get in here?" A mafia thug stepped forward immediately, making a gesture to capture the skinny boy with his bare hands.

Kyushu Makoto sprinted forward, and stabbed the scissors into the opponent's abdomen at an unexpected and strange angle.

"It crawled in from your mother's grave!" Jiuzhou Cheng gritted his teeth and said, then pulled out the scissors and stabbed him five times in a row.

He threw the bloody mafia thug to the ground, and then kicked a football on the opponent's head.

"Bastard, there is an enemy attack! Call for backup!"

The other mafia members immediately noticed the abnormality, and took out weapons from under the table—jackknives, iron rods, baseball bats, hammers, everything.

"Hee hee hee... Scream, scream hard! Shout me like a bitch! Call all the reinforcements! I'll kill one if they come, and I'll kill all of them if they come a hundred!" Jiuzhou Cheng has already entered madness The state, the roar is even more terrifying than hundreds of murderers.

"Oh, are high school students so stressed now? Are they so ruthless when they go crazy?" Xi Shenjian, who was following behind, exclaimed.

A relatively tall gangster in a suit rushed up first, and swung an iron rod at Makoto Kyushu's head.

Kyushu Cheng decisively used an umbrella to support the opponent's iron rod, and took the opportunity to kick his crotch.

The gangster in the suit didn't expect this young man to be so despicable, so he screamed, clutched his crotch in resentment, and knelt on the ground with his legs together.

Jiuzhou Cheng kicked the opponent's chest again, then grabbed his baseball bat and smashed it hard at his head, knocking him unconscious with one blow.

"Damn it, die to me!" Another underworld thug held a fruit knife and roared, attacking Kyushu Cheng.

Kyushu Cheng sideways dodged the opponent's thrust, then took out pepper spray from his pocket, aimed at his eyes and pressed the switch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm dying!" The chilli water distilled in the laboratory entered the eyes of the underworld thug, and the extremely spicy taste immediately invaded his brain nerves, causing him to roll on the ground and twitch in pain.

Seeing him pitiful, Kyushu stomped on his head and gave him a baby-like sleep.

Immediately, Kyushu Cheng threw away the art scissors in his hand and replaced them with a bastard fruit knife.

Anyway, there are no surveillance cameras here, and the enemy is a gangster who does all kinds of evil, so it doesn't matter if you use a control knife a little bit?

"Go to hell!" A gangster swung an iron rod, trying to attack Kyushu Makoto from behind.

Sensing the sense of crisis, Kyushu immediately dived to dodge, ready to turn around and stab the knife.

At this moment, Xishenjian rushed up to support the opponent's iron rod with a swing stick, then picked up the desk lamp next to him, and hit the gangster on the head with a "bang", knocking him to the ground.

"Don't forget me, you social trash." Xi Shenjian kicked the bastard in the stomach and cursed angrily.

After some fighting, enemy reinforcements also arrived.

More than a dozen underworld thugs quickly poured into the hall, armed with all kinds of cold weapons, shouting and cursing endlessly.

Xi Shenjian took a step back in surprise: "So many people, can you beat them?"

"Hmph, I will fight if I can't beat it." Jiuzhou Cheng sneered and asked:

"At least until your cop friends come, we're going to stay on trespassing right? "

"That's right, it seems that Mr. Yachuan is going to pay me more." Xi Shenjian turned his shoulders and leaned against Kyushu Makoto's back:

"Your boy is quite powerful, just leave the back to me."

"I can't ask for it."

Jiuzhou Cheng grasped the baseball bat and the fruit knife tightly, his eyes radiated a ruthless light, he stared ferociously at the dark enemies, and then hooked his fingers at them, as if provocative.

These underworld thugs couldn't stand being ridiculed by a high school student, and immediately attacked them clamoring:

"Bastard!" "How dare you look down on us!" "Kill him!"

"Hahaha good! Shout out to me! Climb over here! I'm going to kill you too!!" Jiuzhou Cheng wiped the blood off his hands and rushed forward with a roar.

The two sides fell into a bloody battle.Although Jiuzhou Cheng had a fierce momentum and hit the key points directly, the opponent's crowd tactics made him feel powerless after all.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the door of the KTV was kicked open again.

"You bastards, hand over your daughter!" A burly man wearing an apron and a flowered shirt rushed in, and this person was Mr. Yachuan who rushed over.

Yachuan Hongzhi rushed up and kicked a mafia thug flying away.Then he got up and hugged another underworld thug's waist, lifted him over his head and threw it on a table, with a "bang", the table was directly smashed into two pieces.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with gray temples, wearing a cheap woolen shirt, walked in slowly.

He held a bamboo sword used for kendo training, and despite witnessing such a tragic battle scene, his eyes were still impassive.

"Teacher Ushiwakamaru?" Kyushu Makoto yelled in surprise, and smashed the knee of a mafia thug in front of him with a baseball bat.

"Oh, why is Kyushu classmate here?" Teacher Ushiwakamaru was also a little surprised.

Before the two had a chance to continue communicating, several underworld thugs entangled Teacher Ushiwakamaru.

In the eyes of these hooligans, this old man is like the benevolent "Ebisu" in fairy tales, with no threat at all.

"Shut up!" Teacher Ushiwakamaru grinned violently, and the bamboo sword suddenly thrust forward, firmly piercing the eye socket of a gangster.

"Accept the trick! Brake! Brake! Brake!"

Teacher Ushiwakamaru yelled again and again, the bamboo sword in his hand stabbed or slashed, making crackling and crackling sounds on the enemy's head one after another.

He was like a late but not stiff swordsman, who actually beat the enemies like a whack-a-mole, causing them to flee and retreat steadily.

"Don't worry, this old man fought me a few times when he was a criminal policeman, and his skills are very powerful!" Ya Chuanhong slammed the enemy's head against the wall with one palm, and shouted:
"I happened to meet him on the way here. He borrowed a bamboo sword from a passer-by and came to help him no matter what!"

"Our school's students were kidnapped. Although the teacher has no obligation to rescue them, he can't just stand by." Teacher Ushiwakamaru's bamboo sword was already stained with blood, and his eyes became cold:

"I hope I can go to the dessert shop to help my granddaughter buy cakes later, so I can make a quick decision."

With two unexpected helpers, Makoto Kyushu's fighting pressure suddenly decreased.

He laughed wildly, roared, let the adrenaline soar continuously, and ecstatically fought with the enemy.

If the baseball bat is smashed crookedly, replace it with an iron rod. If the fruit knife penetrates into the enemy's ribs and cannot be pulled out, then pick up a corkscrew. His martial art from elementary school to adulthood is to let him turn any daily prop into a weapon. , to inflict the most painful injuries on the enemy, and make them regret their evil deeds for a lifetime.

After some melee, the hall was already in a mess, but the battle was still in a state of anxiety, neither side was willing to give in.

"Oh, go to hell!" Ya Chuanhong slapped a mafia thug's face with his fist, grabbed his collar and smashed it against the wall.

Suddenly, he inexplicably felt an extremely powerful sense of oppression that made his heart palpitate.

At some point, a burly man with a double door that was close to 1.9 meters in height was already standing in front of Hiroyuki Yagawa, his bowl-sized fist waving vigorously on his face.

"Bang!"

Yachuan Hiroyuki was caught off guard and fell to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, staining his teeth red.

"An old man, a kid, and two men? I thought it was some kind of ruthless character~" The strong man with double doors rolled up his sleeves, took out a needle tube exuding purple luster from his pocket, and stuck it into his burly arm .

Slowly push down with your fingers, and all the purple liquid in the needle tube enters the body.

"Today is really lively. First, there is a wild girl who likes to make trouble, and then you, the old, weak, sick and disabled four-person group..."

The strong man with the double doors had a flushed complexion, and exaggerated tendons gradually emerged on his forehead, and he let out a beast-like growl:

"Don't you know that this is a membership-only KTV, and outsiders are not allowed to come in casually!"

(End of this chapter)