Lunch time has passed, less than half past two in the afternoon.

Tao Zhiming, who had gone home for a while, took the newly bought bag and went out.

The bag was bulging with his bricks.

When I got to the street, I stood and looked around, as if I was about to take a taxi.

Then, a car turned the corner and drove over.

Seeing the car parked in front of him, Tao Zhiming was a little stunned: "It's you again?"

"Yeah, I'm often in this area. Do you want to take a taxi?" The man in the taxi smiled honestly.

Tao Zhiming laughed, "I met you this morning, but now I really have to go somewhere."

After he finished speaking, he opened the back door, glanced quickly, then got in and closed the door.

The driver took both hands off the steering wheel and was saying: "Where are we going..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt a cold, sharp blade on his neck.

"Don't move around, put your hands on the steering wheel." The voice was very soft, Tao Zhiming had moved to the middle of the back row, and his mouth was close to his ear.

"Guest! What are you..." The driver's voice trembled, and he looked at him in the rearview mirror in horror.

Tao Zhiming smiled: "Don't move yet."

With the dagger resting on his neck, Tao Zhiming reached out and turned off the car radio first, then unplugged the car radio connection that seemed to be used to communicate between the drivers.

Following his movements, the driver didn't even dare to swallow, because the blade was right under his Adam's apple, and he only needed a little force.

"Guest, if you want money..."

"Stop being so long-winded." Tao Zhiming said calmly, "If you hadn't insisted on coming over to ask in the morning, I still couldn't confirm that you were communicating through the car phone. Now, drive on, and drive slowly."

After saying that, his other hand was already on the handbrake and gear: "I'll put it in gear, and drive it slowly in 1st gear."

"..." The driver really didn't take his hands off the steering wheel. Listening to his calm and indifferent tone, my heart sank.

Why? Shouldn't it be him who is defenseless?

Moreover, there is no preparation to take him to the place Ruotou mentioned now.

When Tao Zhiming saw that the car was finally starting to drive slowly, he slowly moved the blade down, gently slid it across his clothes, and pointed it at his retreat.

This threat to life is not as great as before, but it also makes the driver even more frightened.

For Tao Zhiming, this made it less conspicuous, so as to prevent people on the street from occasionally looking at his actions in the car.

The driver trembled and spoke: "Guest, please spare me? As for the money...I...I..."

"Now, slowly pull over and park the car." Tao Zhiming didn't bother to explain, because Yuta Irie, who was already waiting at the next intersection, had already opened the driver's door.

When the driver saw Yuta Irie, his eyes immediately showed fear.

It was just like finding out that there were two robbers and feeling that something was seriously wrong.

But Irie Yuta had already said with a half-smile: "Obata Yusuke from the Hokujo Club, please move to the back row."

In his hand, there was actually a black muzzle exposed.

Xiaobata Yu's interface was earthy. Knowing that he no longer had to pretend, he asked in a deep voice: "What on earth is going on..."

"Move to the back quickly." Tao Zhiming interrupted him, using a little force on his hand, the blade of the knife hurt his vitals, "Or, even if you risk being seriously injured or even die, you have to try to see if you can abandon the car and run away now.

?Doing what we say doesn’t necessarily mean a bad outcome. How to choose?”

One person was blocking the car door next to him, and the other was sitting in the back seat holding a knife and gesturing at his little brother. Yusuke Kobata found that he had no choice.

Although Wakatou seemed to take this guy very seriously, how could he be so exaggerated that he made a plan specifically for himself? He would strike preemptively without hesitation as soon as he got in the car, and his tone of voice was like a fierce yakuza who had gone through a lot of things?

Isn't he a student of Tokyo University?

Feeling the muzzle of the gun on his back, he could only squeeze into the back row from between the two seats in the front row.

"Don't be nervous and fire." Yuta Irie handed the gun to Tao Zhiming with complicated eyes. The meaning in his eyes was: Can you do it?

Tao Zhiming's face showed excitement: "Don't worry, let's go."

He was holding a dagger in one hand and a real gun he had never touched before in the other. He was really excited.

This unrestrained Tokyo is indeed wonderful!

Yusuke Obata didn't dare to bet on whether the gun in front of him was real or fake, because he didn't know what kind of hatred there was between the young man opposite and the customer entrusted to Wakatou.

Is this hatred worth it for a Tokyo University student to give up his future and shoot someone?

He only has one life, so he doesn't dare to gamble.

Besides...looking at the expression on the face of this so-called "student", Yusuke Obata felt that he was going to be completely screwed this time.

He is a guy who gets excited when he enters a violent state.

…

In a dark secret room in the Shindo-gumi office, Kobata Yusuke, who was tied to a chair, began to struggle for the last time: "Hey! What on earth are you going to do by tying me here? I made a mistake before, Wakatou asked me to do it.

Taxis are just for making money!”

Tao Zhiming and Nara Yuma were also there, looking at him like a clown.

So lame, yakuza driving a taxi to make money?

Nara Yuma said with a grim smile: "It seems that if you don't get a good beating, you won't get smarter."

After saying that, get ready to take action.

There was a hint of panic in Obata Yusuke's eyes, this guy was a mad dog of the Shindo group, not as gentle as Irie Yuta.

Although Irie Yuta's violence is more terrifying under his gentleness.

Fortunately, Yuta Irie stopped him: "Wait a minute, they haven't arrived yet."

"Hey! Until now, I can still pretend that nothing happened. Do you really want to provoke a fight between the Beicheng Club and the Shindo Group?"

Irie Yuta sighed and slapped him casually: "Wouldn't it be better to be quiet?"

Nara Yuma seemed to have received the order, and immediately greeted him with punches and kicks: "You have come to our place, haven't you awakened yet?"

"Okay!" Irie Yuta then grabbed Nara Yuma, "I still have something to ask him."

Yuta Nara clenched his fists and said in a ferocious voice: "I don't know what brother wants to ask, but you'd better tell the truth."

Yusuke Obata's body hurt, her heart felt even more painful, and her head was still dizzy.

You don’t even know what to ask. What’s the point of beating me up in the first place?

What a mad dog.

It looks like things are really going wrong.

Otherwise, he would not have been brought to the Shindo Group's headquarters to be tied up.

This shows that the matter has attracted the attention of the big guys in the Zhentang group.

The strange thing is: as soon as we got here, Tao Dalang left.

This confused Yusuke Obata because he clearly asked Yuta Irie of the Shindo team to do this.

Now we say wait a minute. No one has arrived yet. Who are we waiting for?

Couldn't it be that Suzuki Daiki, the legendary man?

After a long time of waiting, Yuta Irie went out and brought someone in.

It's that Tao Dalang.

Tao Zhiming looked at the bruises on Yusuke Obata's face and sighed: "Suddenly I remembered the night when I first saw you two. Looking at this guy now, I feel really scared. Yuta, you drank that night,

Although he was very arrogant at the beginning, he was not as violent as he is today."

"... Let's get down to business." Irie Xiong was too lazy to complain.

Do you know who you are on the first night?

Dangdang yakuza, what's wrong with being a little more arrogant after drinking wine and going to do errands?

Later, I just became more cautious and didn't really beat you up.

I just didn’t expect you to become a customer later.

At first, I didn’t want to talk to you much.

Unexpectedly, today, I would be so calm and confident that I would actually dare to walk into the Shindo-gumi's office.

Violence, etc., I have already mentioned it. Do you have any misunderstanding about the Yakuza organization?

Besides, who was the one who used violence to restrain this guy first?

Look, you look so excited again...

Tao Zhiming was indeed a little excited, this was the home of the Ji Dao.

Looking at Beicheng Club's little minion who was tied to the chair, he squatted down with a smile and asked: "Yusuke... tell me, why does Beicheng Club want to cause trouble for me?"

Yuta Irie looked strange.

I always feel like this guy has a bit more of an evil aura since he entered here.

"...What nonsense are you talking about? When did we cause trouble for you?" Although Yusuke Kobata was in pain, he still pretended to be innocent on his face, "You are really just driving a taxi to make money. After all, it should be you who requested it.

Did the guys from the Zhentang group kidnap me here? What on earth do you want to do? If it is a misunderstanding, it can be regarded as not provoking our Beicheng Association..."

If you reveal your secret like this, you won't be able to escape even if you return to the Beicheng Club.

What should I do, dad? Find something wrong quickly and come to my rescue.
Chapter completed!