Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 33 Fair Opportunity ()

"Bang...bang...bang..." Punch after punch, kick after kick, Xiaosui Neijun sat on the ground, holding his head in his hands, letting others condescendingly abuse him.

Blood quickly dyed his vision red, and Kosui Naijun continued to hold his head without any resistance, until the assailant was tired from beating him, and he stopped panting.

"Ba...Ba Ge Ya Lu, you kid, listen...you bring the money here tomorrow, and after counting the money you owe me, you have to give me 100,000 yen tomorrow."

"Ah, Brother Ikoma, when did this kid ask you to borrow money?"

"Some time ago, I asked him for protection money, but he didn't give it to me. Doesn't this mean he owes me money?"

"Ah...has this passed?"

"What's the point? People like him deserve to be taxed by us superior people..."

The conversation between several people gradually faded away. At this time, Jun Xiaosui got up, and then skillfully took out the potion and white cotton from his pocket, and treated the wounds on his forehead that were punched and kicked by others. .

After simply stopping the bleeding, Shun Shuuchi walked to the classroom and started class again.

The class bell had already rang when he was being beaten. When Jun Kosuiuchi, who had skipped class, walked in with residual blood and bruises on his face, the teacher in class just glanced at him and ignored him. Treat it as if there is no such person in your class.

Kosui Neijun never expected his class teacher to help him. When he was bullied, he once imagined that the teacher could help him. However, after Kosui Neijun reported many times but never got a response, he I gradually woke up and understood.

The teacher in the school can't help anyone. His ability to manage students depends entirely on the uniform of "teacher". If someone doesn't recognize this uniform, the teacher is just an ordinary person who has never left the ivory tower. He is even better than the teacher in the school. The migrant workers working in society are even more cowardly and helpless.

At least the latter might dare to fight back when something happens, but teachers would never dare to fight. If they dare to fight, whether they are beaten by students or members of the public, the school will respond as soon as possible. Fire them on the grounds that they are "unworthy of serving as role models".

Therefore, after figuring this out, Jun Kosuiuchi completely gave up the idea of ​​asking for help from his teacher, and he began to save himself.

Who is the biggest in a school?

It is undoubtedly the principal, and if you want a principal to care about a student, it can only be about grades. In Japanese society, which also attaches great importance to grades, the top students in school will always be the heart of the principal and teachers. When it comes to school bullies, You can always stay away from such people.

Bullies really dare to touch good students. Do you believe that the principal is the first to rush over and send the so-called school bully and his parents away? Don’t think that high school principals really have no rights. Eighty percent of them are ordinary The one person you can get up close to in life is your school principal.

So Komiuchi Jun tried to study hard, and his family was also very supportive, spending money to enroll him in various cram schools.

It's a pity that Jun Xiaomiuchi really doesn't have any talent for learning. No matter how hard he studies and stays up late to read, his test scores just can't go up, his grades are not in the class, and he is even among the best in his class. Then the school will never Won't pay attention to him.

The bully situation of Kosui Neijun did not improve. Last time, someone helped him and he was able to live in peace for a few days. Unexpectedly, after the bully was discharged from the hospital, he only got worse.

Kosui Neijun was so desperate that he even began to plan suicide.

"Ding ding ding..." The school bell rang. Kosui Neijun packed up his books numbly, put on his schoolbag and walked out. In the process, his classmates talked about him, but no one came close to him. She was afraid that if she got close to him, she would be targeted by the bullies and become the second victim.

Jun Kosuiuchi walked to the school gate. At the school gate where people were coming and going, the bully hadn't left yet. He was leaning on a BMW and smoking. When he saw the bully, he rushed over quickly and faced him in the face. A big bidou.

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap made Kosuiuchi Jun sit on the ground, and then the guy who hit him arrogantly yelled at him in the eyes of others.

"Why did you make me wait for so long? There will be a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow. Remember to ask your mother or sister to come to the meeting. My father has been waiting for several days. Otherwise, I would be better off than you."

After saying that, Takashi Ikoma turned around and got into the BMW. The man in the driving seat of the car watched his son bullying his classmates. When the latter got in the car, he smiled and said something to him.

During this process, the man with an evil look on his face and a cigarette in his mouth did not even look at Kosui Naijun, as if he was some rotten fish and was not worthy of the former's eyes.

The BMW drove away. Kosui Neijun stood up and walked on the side of the road with a scarlet slap mark and strange looks from other classmates. He slowly disappeared along the road to the end of the road.

As he walked, Kosuiuchi Jun came to a place he had been to many times, a small park. He searched for it with familiarity, and then he was disappointed again. He lowered his head and walked home. At that time, as soon as he left the park, a hand suddenly slapped on Kosui Naijun's shoulder.

"I heard someone said you were trying to find me, right?"

Xiaosui Neijun turned around suddenly and looked at Huang Mao's figure wearing a peaked cap and a large windbreaker. His eyes suddenly became moist.

"Ah, Brother Huangmao...I...I am really looking for you. I have been bullied so badly. I want to be with you. I don't want to be bullied by others..."

"I saw it, I saw it at the gate of your school... Many people don't want to be bullied. The question is, how much price can you pay?" Huang Mao asked Xiao Shuiuchi, who was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. The sting on his face reminded him of his recent experiences.

Kosuiuchi Jun raised his head with such force that the glasses on his nose flew off, but he didn't care.

"Everything, I am willing to give everything...I don't want to be bullied anymore, I don't want to be looked down upon by others!!!"

"It's useless to talk about it. I need to see your actions tonight." Huang Mao nodded. After saying that, he put his arms around Xiao Shuiuchi Jun and walked towards a place where no one was around.

After making sure that no one around him could hear him, Huang Mao took out a flip phone from his arms, opened it with his thumb, and started making calls.

"Dududu...Moxi Moxi, I am Huangmao...that's it, boss, I want to recommend someone to join us...Okay, okay, follow the process, I understand the rules, boss. "

Xiao Shuuchijun listened to these words. Although he didn't quite understand what they were saying, looking at Brother Huangmao's expression and language, he seemed to be a member of some mysterious organization, and he was now applying for membership in it. Quota...

How cool!
  For people from other countries, when they hear that they want to join such an unknown organization that is said to be related to crime, every one of them will resist and resist. However, in Japan, this kind of organization is very strict from top to bottom. In a "secondary" country, Jun Xiaosui only feels excitement and urgency.

Especially since Toshin Komizuchi himself is being bullied to the point of suicidal tendencies, will he care about anything else?

No, he only cares about when he can join such an organization that can help him not be bullied. He doesn't care about his personal future or prospects.

"I understand, I understand, I understand the rules..." As he said that, he put down the phone, blocked the receiver with his other hand, and said.

"I don't think I know the boy's name yet?"

"Toshi Kosuiuchi."

"What is the name of the person who bullied you and where does he live?" "I only know that his name is Ikoma Takashi, a student in Class 3, Grade 3, Adachi National High School, and his father's name is Ikoma Ikuta. They bullied me together..."

"Okay, I understand." Huang Mao put the phone to his ear again, nodding and bowing to the person on the other side of the communication.

"That's right, boss. I also need some support from the brothers in the intelligence team... I need to investigate two people, Takashi Ikoma and his father Ikoma Ikuta, and I need their addresses... That's it, boss."

"Click." The crisp sound of the flip hitting the phone case was like a signal. It made Jun Kosuiuchi shiver, and the latter asked with expectation.

"How about it?"

"My superiors approved my application." Huang Mao nodded in response to Xiao Shui Naijun's expectant eyes.

"If there are no accidents, your initiation ceremony will begin tonight... You go home first and find any reason to go out. You have to find time to do things tonight."

"Okay, okay."

"Let's go, I'll wait for you here. If you regret it, don't come. If you come, you won't be able to look back after tonight." Huang Mao persuaded Xiaoshui Neijun for the last time.

"This will be a road of no return, you have to think clearly."

"I think very clearly, Brother Huangmao, I don't want to be bullied by others!" Xiao Shuiuchi said firmly.

"Okay, you go home first and find a reason. We have a lot to do tonight."

……

At the same time, in the Jasmine Café, Fujiwara Masato put down the mobile phone in his hand and continued to pack the cups on the coffee table.

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, who called you? Why don't you talk?" Keiko Inoshita next to her was very curious. She snatched away the coffee cup on Masato Fujiwara's tray while quietly talking to him on the shoulder. Holding against the shoulder, taking advantage secretly,

"It's okay, Sister Keiko, it's a real estate sales call. I don't need to talk to him." Fujiwara Masato smiled. He also felt the little actions of Keiko Inoshita, and he could understand that her diligence today was all because of her beauty.

Although Keiko Inoshita had some bad intentions, she did help a lot and relieved Masato Fujiwara of a lot of work burden. In both circumstances, he should do something to repay the former.

"Sister Huizi, are you free tonight?"

"Ah... I'm free, I'm free, I'm especially free tonight!"

"Then let's go have a casual meal together."

"Okay." Inoshita Keiko couldn't wait to agree.

Everything went well, Fujiwara Masato's work went very well today, and just now he asked Huang Mao to find Xiao Shuiuchi Jun also went well.

When Huang Mao jumped over the wall and jumped into the high school, under the guidance of the map villain, he happened to meet Ikoma Takashi and three tall and thick high school students, bullying Kosuiuchi Jun alone in the corner of the school.

Seeing this scene from the third person, Fujiwara Masato quickly realized an opportunity, an opportunity to recruit people into his gang.

A high school student is nothing. He can neither help Fujiwara Masato kill people nor launder money for him. But if you say that he is useless at all, then it doesn't matter.

As long as you find the right method, even garbage can play a big role, let alone a living person?
  Fujiwara Masato had a plan in mind, and he wanted to test it with Jun Kosuiuchi... Perhaps, the system's troops could have non-NPC members.

In order not to ruin his plan, Fujiwara Masato stopped Huang Mao's idea of ​​​​going to help Xiao Shuiuchi and asked him to climb over the wall and leave the school, and then met Xiao Shuiuchi in an unnamed park.

He must have been bullied too much. Before Huang Mao could say anything, Xiaoshui Neijun rushed up to him, crying and saying that he wanted to hang out with Huang Mao. He didn't want to be bullied by others.

This was good, but Fujiwara Masato's original plans and performances were no longer useful. Huang Mao just pretended to make a phone call and settled the matter.

Everything is ready now, all we need is the east wind.

At five o'clock, when the guests in the Jasmine Cafe gradually left, those who went home and those who ate went to eat, Huang Mao, who was staying in the nameless park, saw Jun Xiaosuiuchi running back panting.

"Big...brother...what are we going to...do next!"

"Let's go eat first. Are you hungry? I'm hungry too. No matter what you do, you have to eat first." Huang Mao looked around.

"Come on, let's find a place to eat first."

There is no need to describe the process of eating. After the two of them found a place like a KFC fast food restaurant to fill their stomachs, Huang Mao led Kosui Naijun to find a very hidden and dark place under the subway pillars.

"Dong dong dong..." The sound of the track overhead was so noisy that Kosui Naijun had to open his mouth wide and ask Huang Mao in a loud voice.

"Brother Huangmao! What are we doing here!!!"

"Come here and find a place for you to try this guy!" Huang Mao yelled at the top of his lungs, then took out a swarthy guy from his arms and slapped Xiaoshui Neijun's hand.

"Take it! I have prepared more than thirty rounds of bullets for you. What you have to do later is to fire at the target I set up when the subway above your head comes again, and shoot all the bullets."

"Ah!?" Kosui Naishi looked at the heavy iron thing in his hand in surprise and some fear. At this time, the subway train above his head had passed, and the environment was not so noisy. He tremblingly grabbed the pistol in his hand, Swallowed hard.

"Brother, I want...this is..."

"Aren't you being bullied to the point of wanting to die? You will use it to kill all the people who bullied you during the organization ceremony tonight. All you need to do now is to shoot and become familiar with this gun, and then you will not have to work tonight , you shot yourself.

Come on, the car is coming. I have set up this wooden target for you. Hold it here with your left hand, hold it with your right hand... This is the safety, and here is the trigger. Pull this when you fire...

Don't worry, it won't explode. Although it is a handmade specialty of Peshawar, Pakistan, it still has some quality assurance. It is not dangerous until it has fired a thousand rounds of bullets. "

(End of this chapter)