Following the words of the young man at the head of the plane, Li Mengnan noticed that there was a boy in casual clothes standing among more than a dozen black-clad bosozokus.
The damn headlights are so dazzling.
Perhaps feeling Li Mengnan's resentment, the lights of more than a dozen motorcycles were replaced by low beams that illuminated diagonally downwards. The venue was still as bright as day, but it no longer affected the line of sight.
The boy in casual clothes looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his height is very worrying. He is actually one or two centimeters shorter than the 1.6-meter-meter Natsuki Amamiya. Even in China, one would despise Si Niang.
As for his appearance... I'm sorry Li Mengnan can't describe it. His face was swollen to the point of being almost abstract, and his right arm was still covered with a splint and bandage. He looked like a seriously injured person who had just been dragged out of the hospital.
"Brother Guangnan, that's her!" The boy in casual clothes pointed at Amamiya Natsuki, grinning and accusing: "I just wanted to be friends with her, but she beat me like this..."
As he spoke, the boy in casual clothes actually shed tears of grief and anger from his eyes that had become swollen into a line.
Li Mengnan, who was hiding in the bushes outside the public toilet, was speechless for a while.
A big man had the nerve to cry after being beaten to a broken bone by a fourteen-year-old girl. If he were this Ryota, he would find a place where no one was around and hang himself on a southeastern branch.
A dozen Bosozoku youths also burst into laughter.
But no matter what, this Ryota is also one of their members, so he must save some face in front of outsiders.
The young man with the head of the plane raised his hand, suppressed his laughter, pointed a wooden sword at Natsuki Amamiya a few steps away, and said in a bad tone: "The matter is already very clear, Ryota just confessed his love to you, and he was
You forced yourself to fight like this, should you give us an explanation?"
"Explanation?" Amamiya Natsuki's tone was cold, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "His arm that I broke was my reply to his ridiculous confession - the weak are not qualified to be friends with the strong."
Snap!
Guangnan, the young man at the head of the plane, applauded and smiled wildly.
"That's a very good statement. I appreciate your awareness...According to your opinion, as long as I can defeat you, I can do anything to you?"
"You can try it."
Amamiya Natsuki slowly raised the wooden sword, his smile looking extremely evil and aloof under the car lights.
"Little girl, I want to see if your sword is as strong as your mouth!"
With an astonishing Ou Luo Luo cry, the young man with the head of the plane threw off the special attack uniform on his upper body and headed forward shirtless.
If it weren't for his poor appearance, he would look like the male protagonist in a hot-blooded comic book.
Natsuki Amamiya grasped the hilt of the wooden sword tightly, and with quick and dexterous footwork, he avoided the opponent's head-on slash and hit the man in the plane's side directly with his backhand.
Although the flying man has never learned kendo, he has also developed his own wild style in long-term street battles. Without changing his sword posture, he turned his wrist slightly and hit the root of Tianguo Xia Shu's sword that was least affected, breaking it.
Missed her counterattack.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged more than ten moves, and the sound of the ping-pong-pang-pang-pong of the wooden swords almost sounded like a drum beat.
"This little girl's situation seems to be bad..."
Although Li Mengnan's sword skills at the moment were not very good, he still had a sharp eye and could see the biggest flaw of Tiangong Xia Shu at a glance.
This little girl's sword skills and fighting awareness are quite good, but due to her gender and age, her strength is too small.
There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "Practice martial arts without practicing kung fu, and you will achieve nothing when you grow old."
The so-called "gong", in layman's terms, means strength.
Without strength, no matter how sophisticated the moves are, they will not have much effect, and simple brute force can easily break them.
Sure enough, after a brief trial, the young man with the flying head also discovered the shortcoming of Amamiya Natsuki's lack of strength.
"Little girl, your strength is not very good, so let me teach you what strength is!"
when!
The young man at the head of the plane made a simple and rough sweep, knocking Natsuki Amamiya's wooden sword out of his hand, and then took a side step and kicked Amamiya Natsuki hard on the lower abdomen.
Amamiya Natsuki spit out a mouthful of water, clutched her stomach and huddled in pain on the cold ground.
She struggled to get up again, but the young man with a flying head stepped on her head. The sole of his shoe twisted several times and pushed her head back down.
"It's humiliating, isn't it? But there's nothing you can do about it. This is a world where the jungle eats the strong. A weakling like you can only crawl at the feet of a strong one like me."
Natsuki Amamiya's fingers dug out traces on the ground, letting out a shrill wail like a wounded female animal.
She hated her own powerlessness, hated her own weakness.
This was the case four years ago, and nothing has changed four years later.
Natsuki Amamiya's wailing made the young man with the flying head feel a twisted sense of pleasure. He put the wooden sword on his shoulder and rang the signal to the two younger brothers to come over and set up Natsuki Amamiya.
The young man with the flying head held Amamiya Natsuki's small chin, raised her face upwards, and said with an evil smile: "Actually, I still admire you very much, why don't you date me, and let's just write off the incident with Ryota?
?”
Amamiya Natsuki's eyes were lowered, his pupils were dull, and there was no reaction.
"Huh? Is this going to ruin the fun?" The expression on the young man's face was extremely exaggerated, "It's really a pity."
"Brother Guangnan, what should I do with this girl?" asked a younger brother.
The young man at the head of the plane rubbed a small tuft of beard on his chin, and said with a strange smile: "It's so late now, how unsafe it is to leave a beautiful girl here alone, what if a crazy guy comes out of the public toilet?
Then wouldn’t we have sinned..."
Li Mengnan, who was hiding next to the public toilet, suddenly felt as if he had been shot while lying down.
"Let's go, take her with you, let's find a place where no one is around to have fun..."
The young man in the head of the plane gave an order, and a dozen young Bosozoku youths let out strange screams of joy.
Suddenly, these people seemed to notice something, and their shouts suddenly stopped.
Even though it was late at night, the surroundings felt eerily quiet.
"Brother Guangnan, do you feel that things are getting a little strange here?" A young man from the Bosozoku clan with acne on his face looked around anxiously.
The young man with the flying head also faintly noticed a strange atmosphere permeating the sky over the park, and he began to sweat a little on his back.
Could it be that something happened?
Japanese people believe in ghosts and gods, and even in modern times there are many urban ghost stories circulating. Regarding these supernatural legends that cannot be verified at all, the young man with the flying head would rather believe them than not.
But he couldn't show his timidity in front of many younger brothers, so he could only pretend to be calm and hit the guardrail of the slide with his wooden sword, shouting and yelling: "Asshole! Is this your first time to go out racing at night? This kind of street
The park is already very quiet at this time, why are you all so suspicious!...Eh?"
The young man at the head of the plane suddenly discovered that the surroundings had suddenly become foggy.
Japan has a maritime climate, and even in winter, occasional fog is nothing new.
But this time the fog was very strange. It seemed that the edge of the small park was used as the boundary. The street scenery outside the boundary was hidden in the thick white fog, but there was no trace of fog within the boundary.
It's like a small independent world.
"Brother Guangnan, this...this doesn't seem right!" Ryota, who had an abstract face, grabbed the arm of the young man at the head of the plane in horror.
Damn it, it’s so obvious and you’re still talking nonsense!
The young man at the head of the plane shook off Ryota's hand, glared at him displeased, took a deep breath, and said as calmly as possible: "Don't panic, this may be just a special natural phenomenon, just fog, nothing to be afraid of."
rustle--!
"what sound?"
At this moment, the Bosozokus subconsciously gathered together back to back, looking around for the source of the slight but strange sound.
"These are... petals?"
Countless pink cherry blossom petals blew in from nowhere, flying in the sky above the small park, creating a beautiful cherry blossom rain.
The beautiful scenery that was rarely seen in the past now makes this group of bosozokus terrified.
It is true that Japan is a country of cherry blossoms, but it is only February, where are the cherry blossoms coming from!
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A burst of rapid and powerful drum beats suddenly came from the mist from all directions. Each sound seemed to hit the hearts of the dozens of Bosozoku people, and it was so intense that it seemed as if they were about to jump out of their chests.
After a while, the drums sounded more densely with the sound of the guzheng, which was as sonorous as the sound of a sword.
"Proud - face - ten thousand waves!"
"Hot blood - like that - red sunlight!"
"As brave as iron!"
"Bone as fine steel!"
“My mind is vast and my vision is far-reaching—!”
In the heroic and majestic music, a person is singing and walking in the mist.
The steps are slow and the clothes are fluttering in the wind.
It perfectly reproduces the chic slow-motion scene when the partners of justice make their final appearance in the movie.
but……
"Brother Guangnan, why is he walking so slowly?"
"I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with my brain..."
Li Mengnan coughed twice in embarrassment and almost stumbled.
This group of bosozokus who have no artistic accomplishments don't even know how to appreciate this kind of classic appearance, which really ruined all the efforts he put into setting up the illusion.
"Boy, what do you do?"
What people are most afraid of is the unknown. Seeing Li Mengnan show up at this moment, the Bosozoku's confidence has returned, each one holding a bat and a wooden sword and roaring loudly.
I have to say that the pronunciation of these bosozoku is really interesting, and it feels like they are deliberately speaking Japanese into Russian.
Li Mengnan calmly lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "It really is a cultural difference... If we were in China, as long as we heard this background music, no one would ask such idiotic questions."
All the Bosozokus looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces.
"Okay, do as the Romans do, I'll change it to one you're familiar with."
Li Mengnan shrugged indifferently, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The sound of drums and piano gradually faded away, replaced by a burst of passionate electronic music.
"Like sunshine, breaking through the dark night——!"
"Dawn crept across the horizon——!"
"Whose voice travels through reincarnation——!"
This time the bosozoku finally reacted.
Although the lyrics are in Chinese, they know the song well!
"Ah, you are Ultraman!"
A bosozou pointed at Li Mengnan and blurted out, and was immediately slapped on the head by the young man with the flying head and staggered.
"You idiot! What he means is that he is here to meddle in other people's business! Stop talking nonsense and call me!"