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Chapter 53 55. Clang goes to jail! (Please subscribe)
"Pooh."

Guilong, who fell to the ground, covered his chest with one hand and stood up, spat blood, and his dark eyes became more sinister.

He stood up with the knife in one hand, took a deep breath, adjusted his disordered breathing, and calmed down the internal organs that were twisting in his chest like a river.

after that.

Swords, swords, and shadows scattered across the land, blood splattered, groans, roars, and curses intertwined into violent poems.

The five people standing in the field fell one after another, from five to four, then to three, to two...

"This knife is really good, a great knife!"

Akizuki Yahiko holds an arm in his right hand, and the palm of his arm holds a sword with a bright and clear blade.

Not long ago, this sword slashed his chest, causing a burst of blood like water to stain the blade red.

The blood was not stained on the blade, but slid down the tip and dripped to the ground, making the blade always as white as snow.

"……you win."

Ghost Dragon looked at his missing right hand, and then took another look. Akizuki Yahiko, who was covered in blood, had to admit that this man was too strong to understand, beyond his knowledge.

Just like a war machine, there is no pain or emotion, only extreme killing and desire for blood.

Even though Akizuki Yahiko's body had several serious wounds that penetrated his bones and turned out flesh and blood, the grin on his face showed no pain or intolerance, but only excitement and joy.

"Then go to die!"

Akizuki Yahiko's eyes were filled with fierceness. He held the machete he snatched from a thug and slashed at the ghost dragon with the knife!

Seeing this, Guilong sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and accepted death calmly.

Those who come out to hang out all follow one principle - those who kill will always be killed.

Moreover, even if he could escape from Akizuki Yahiko, he would not be able to return to the Inagawa Society, because he was an unnecessary abandonment because he was missing one hand and failed in his mission.

boom!
Just when Akizuki Yahiko stepped forward, swung the blade full moon, and was about to chop the ghost dragon to death with a single knife, a deafening gunshot suddenly came from the sides of the two.

At the same time, there was a beep beep beep beep sound.

"Don't move!"

Several heavily armed anti-riot soldiers pointed their guns at Akizuki Yahiko - the gunfire just fired was a warning to the sky and was not shot at him.

"Hey... I guess you're lucky. We'll meet next time. I hope you can give me a better experience next time."

Akizuki Yahiko put down the machete and raised his hands above his head to express surrender, with a smile full of anticipation and fun on his face.

……

Chiyoda, Kasumigaseki Station, Supreme Police Department.

In a dark interrogation room, Akizuki Yahiko's hands and feet were handcuffed to the tiger bench. Separated by a glass window, two men with solemn and dignified expressions were sitting there.

The injuries on his body were treated by doctors while he was in custody.

Fortunately, his health was good enough and he was very tolerant. He was able to perform the bandaging operation without using sterilized stitches or anesthesia.

"Name." A man asked in a low voice, the voice came from the communication connected to the small room.

"Yahiko Akizuki."

"age."

"18..."

After asking for names, ages, and addresses like an assembly line, the police officers began to get straight to the point and asked about the tragic killings that took place on the outskirts of the city.

Akizuki Yahiko cooperated and explained that it was Ghost Dragon and the others who came to cause trouble, and he had no choice but to challenge, and explained that this was legitimate defense.

"What about before? Have you hurt someone before? I have a complaint against you here."

The middle-aged police officer said, opening the document bag in front of him, picking up the information written on it, and placing it on the glass.

"Someone has accused you of intentionally injuring others. You beat Inagawa Sei, Inagawa Ryusuke... and the above ten people into five, six, and eight levels of disability, and there is conclusive evidence."

Akizuki Yahiko smiled and asked, "Well, what next?"

"You will be detained now, and then you will be tried in the Supreme Judgment Hall in the next two days."

"Oh." Akizuki Yahiko thought it was something. He was just arrested. It's not a big deal. He was just a little regretful that he didn't have time to try the saliva chicken made by Hazuki Kyoko.

Well, you can taste it when you are released from prison anyway, and the detention time will not be too long - he has this kind of confidence inexplicably.

"Do you have any questions about the interrogation just now? If not, just sign and seal it."

After that, there is a series of jailing procedures. First, he confesses to the crime, and then is taken to the detention center for temporary detention. During this process, he may be released on bail pending trial, released on bail, or his arrest may be approved and transferred to prison.

In his previous life, Yahiko Akizuki was sent to a detention center many times, and each time he was sentenced to fifteen days in prison and a fine of 5000 yuan.

……

At the same time, in the port area, on Platinum Street, there was a castle-like duplex mansion covering an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters.

"Miss, Mr. Qiuyue has been arrested, we..."

The housekeeper, who was wearing a European retro maid uniform, asked in a low voice to the woman who was concentrating on reading.

"Well, I see."

Shuang Yueyao responded calmly, the expression on her face and the cold tone made it unclear what her inner thoughts and attitude were.

Her slender, white fingers continued to turn the pages, but her eyes, which had been focused on the words, seemed a little wandering.

——If you look at it from outside, you won’t notice such tiny details.

Seeing Shuang Yueyao's lack of reaction, the maid moved her lips, but finally fell silent and stood aside silently.

"...Which detention center are you being held in?"

Shuang Yueyao suddenly asked and closed the book.

"Keeper Chiyo."

"Prepare the car."

……

Chiyo Detention Center, No. [-] Prison, No. [-] Warehouse.

In island countries, this kind of place should not be called a detention center, but a detention center.

Different from the detention center that I entered before, the detention center is divided into group rooms, single rooms, juvenile rooms, and sick rooms.

Needless to say about the last two, those under eighteen are teenagers, those with contagious diseases are diseases, common criminals live in collective rooms, and single rooms are for those suspected of major criminal cases or violence.

The single room is very small, about the size of a parking space, with a toilet behind it.

Cramped, condensed, depressing and cold, just a few words are enough to describe this kind of place.

One thing is the same as in detention centers in China. There are rows of white LED lights hanging horizontally from the ceiling. They are not turned off 24 hours a day. For ordinary people, it takes a day or two to get used to it and it is impossible to fall asleep.

Following the guard into the No. 7 private room, Akizuki Yahiko looked up at the two white headlights in the front and back of the private room, and said, "Dim the lights down, I don't like it."

"Ah."

The guard didn't say much. After closing the iron door, he dimmed the lights and then told him the rules: "Your number is 98. Get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and send the quilt to the warehouse. Go to the warehouse to get the quilt at 8 o'clock in the evening. Get up." After giving away the quilts, I will count points and go to the sports ground to have some fun..."

The general process of the detention center is similar to that in China. When you get up, you go to the sports field to do some work and read a book. After lunch, you take a nap. At three o'clock in the afternoon, you go out to exercise again. At [-] o'clock, you have dinner and then go to sleep.

"Well, I see."

Akizuki Yahiko nodded slightly, put the basin he had been holding on the shelf, took out the toiletries contained in it, and arranged them one by one.

"Since you are injured and will go out for fun tomorrow, you can rest here today."

After the guard finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and stepped away to inspect other cells.

But not long after, about half an hour or so, he came back and opened the door of Akizuki Yahiko's cell.

At this moment, Akizuki Yahiko was lying leisurely on the bed, closing his eyes and relaxing, as if he was back home, not at all at a loss.

Even when the guard came to open the door and looked like something was wrong, he still lay down.

"Come out on the 98th, someone wants to see you."

　Explosive, explosive, explosive, must be explosive!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)