It was getting late, and Tohsaka Rin never went downstairs again.
Yoshigan looked at the clock and saw that the working time had passed, and Asami Sanada hadn't come back to take over yet. In desperation, he had no choice but to walk to the stairs and shout to the top.
"Tohsaka, I have to leave, and I'll leave the store to you from now on!"
There was no response from upstairs, so Yiyin shouted helplessly.
"Tohsaka!"
Tohsaka Rin's unhappy voice came down from above.
"It's so annoying! If you want to leave, just leave! I don't want to see you again in my life!"
Yoshigan smiled helplessly, still not understanding what Tohsaka Rin was angry about, and sighed.
"Then I'm leaving."
Yiyin packed up his things and walked out of the grocery store. The store fell into silence, and the dim lights could not illuminate the corridor.
Tohsaka Rin's figure appeared from the darkness, looking at the direction that Yoshiyin left, with an expression that was a little troubled, a little anxious, and had some unknown emotions that he couldn't explain.
———
After walking out of the grocery store, Yiyin stretched himself. The job in the grocery store was finally over, and the next step was to quit his job in the family restaurant.
The road planning in the civilian area where the grocery store is located is very poor, with one-way and two-way paths interspersed, and the road to the station twists left and right.
Yiyin took a shortcut to the station and had to walk into an alley. Suddenly, he was blocked by several burly men.
Through the peripheral light of the street lamp, Yiyin saw the tattoo on the man's body. He quickly lowered his head and tried to go around, but was deliberately blocked by these Ji Taoists.
The man in the lead had a long scar on his face, crossing the bridge of his nose. He looked at Yiyin carefully, as if he was comparing something.
Yiyin was a little worried and a little confused.
Generally speaking, people in the island country who are Hunji Dao have their own rules. As long as ordinary people do not interact with them, they will not cause trouble for ordinary people.
As the saying goes, water from a well does not interfere with water from a river.
But today, things don't seem so simple.
The scarred man asked coldly.
"Are you Shiba Yiyin?"
Yiyin shook his head subconsciously.
"No, I'm not."
The scarred man took out his phone suspiciously, looked at the screen, then at Yiyin, and cursed fiercely.
"Ba Ge Ya Lu, isn't this you?"
The scarred man turned his cell phone screen to Yiyin, and Yiyin felt chilled when he saw the half-length photo of himself on the screen.
"This...this..."
The scarred man looked very impatient, winked at the boy next to him, and said.
"If someone wants to see you, come with me."
Yiyin shook his head desperately and stepped back. Before he could run away, he was clamped by two younger brothers. His arms seemed to be clamped in a vise, unable to break free.
"Let me go! I don't know you! I won't go!"
The scarred man ignored Yiyin's shouts and smiled coldly. The scar on his face became distorted and looked even more ferocious.
"Scream, it's no use even if your throat is broken. Just come with me."
As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind.
The modified car lights were dazzling, and the roar was like exploding in the ears, noisy and harsh.
The scarred man frowned and turned around, only to see a woman getting off the motorcycle and said calmly.
"Let him go."
Being blinded by the headlights, the scarred man was a little unhappy and cursed.
"The Date team is working, I advise you to mind your own business."
The woman seemed to smile, and then countless motorcycles turned in from the avenue, more and more.
The scarred man had a sullen face. Only then did he see the high-upturned rear of the modified motorcycle and whispered.
"Bosozoku?"
As the woman approached, the scarred man gradually saw her figure clearly. The special attack suit she was wearing had the words Gaara Wuyong on the left arm and Noisy Class on the right arm. That heroic and pretty face was none other than Asami Sanada.
Sanada Asami didn't even look at the scarred man and walked past him.
The scarred man turned around and continued to stare at her special attack suit. He only saw the words "I am the only one in heaven and earth" written on the back of the suit, and the words "The First Generation of the Rampant Angel" on the hem, and his pupils shrank.
"It's you!"
Asami Sanada walked up to Yoshigan and stretched out her hand to grab it.
The boys on the left and right only felt a numbness in their hands, then unconsciously let go of Yiyin, and suddenly became furious.
Just as they were about to take action, they heard the scarred man say sternly.
"Don't do it!"
There was a burst of laughter among the bosozoku, and a blond kid shook the baseball bat in his hand and shouted.
"You bastards, why don't you get out of here!"
Sanada Asami turned back and cursed with a cold face.
"Onitsuka, shut up!"
Afterwards, Asami Sanada patted Yoshigan on the shoulder and said to the scarred man in a domineering manner.
"roll!"
The man with the scar had an ugly face. From the corner of his eye, he saw more and more bosozoku riding bikes into the alley. They had exaggerated hairstyles, had cigarettes in their mouths, and held baseball bats in their hands, with disdain on their faces.
After forcibly swallowing this breath, the scarred man waved his hands to the younger brothers coldly and said.
"Let's go."
From the beginning to the end, Asami Sanada didn't even look at the scarred man. It wasn't until these Yakuza members left in despair that she spoke softly to Yoshigan.
"Your part-time job is over? Do you really not want to consider continuing to work part-time?
Check out the correct version one by one!
Xiao Lin is just tough-talking, but in fact she really hates to let you go...and so do I..."
Yiyin was still frightened at this moment and had not yet come to his senses, but he still shook his head subconsciously.
"I want to focus on my official work, so I'm sorry..."
Sanada Asami looked a little melancholy, then nodded in relief and said.
"Okay, I'll take you back."
Yiyin looked at the bosozoku gathering in front of him and asked stupidly.
"How to send it?"
Asami Sanada smiled heroically.
"you guess."
———
Countless motorcycles were speeding, and the modified motorcycles made a harsh roar that filled the street. The traffic flow was like a line of light, constantly spreading forward.
I could hear sirens faintly in the distance, and it seemed like a police car was following behind.
Yoshigan nervously held Asami Sanada's waist. He didn't know whether it was the speed of the motorcycle or the delicious smell of the beauty that made his heart beat faster, or maybe both.
Asami Sanada, who was carrying Yoshigan, had an expression of enjoyment on her face. Yoshigan's arms hugged her waist tightly, and the two of them continued to deepen their contact with the vibration of the motor.
The tighter Yi Gin hugs her, the faster Sanada Asami drives. She really hopes that this road will never end, and that this moment will last forever.
Behind them, countless bosozokus gathered into a rainbow, as if it was about to break through the sky.
———
While the bosozokus were galloping, in a certain house in Kyoto, a man with a scar was kneeling carefully outside the door, crouching down in the ground.
"I'm so sorry!"
The sliding door was opened left and right by the maids on both sides, and an indifferent girl in a black kimono sat in the middle of the room.
She looks like a doll, with delicate features carved from pink and jade, and long black hair that reaches past her shoulders and is meticulously combed.
The girl put away the paper fan that was covering her mouth with a clang, tapped the tatami in front of her with the fan bone, and said coldly.
"You know your shame, you know your shame. If you can't handle such a small thing, what's the use of raising you people?"
At this moment, the scarred man was no longer as arrogant and domineering in front of Yiyin. He was trembling all over and knelt on the ground begging for forgiveness.
The high school girl in front of him seemed innocent and beautiful, and she also served as the school's student council president, but deep down she was a terrible person.
At the age of seventeen, Date Mikako seized power from her father and brother and became the leader of the Date group. She had excellent academic performance, but her only flaw was that she always failed the moral exam.
The scarred man gritted his teeth, took out the knife he carried with him, and bowed.
"I'm so sorry! I'm willing to cut my fingers to apologize to you!"
The man with the scar stretched out his little finger and pressed it under the knife. He was sweating on his head and was about to cut it off with all his strength. However, his wrist was numbed by the paper fan thrown at him, and the hand holding the knife suddenly became weak.
Date Mikako glanced at him and said.
"Forget it this time, get out."
The scarred man kowtowed.
"Thank you so much!"
He put away the knife and left in a hurry.
Mikako Date touched her chin with one hand and shook her hand slightly. The maid stepped forward to pick up the paper fan and returned it to her hand.
As if remembering that the paper fan had been touched by the scarred man, Date Mikako frowned, threw it to the maid beside her, and said.
"Take it and burn it."
The maid bowed and took the order and left. Date Mikako continued to touch her chin with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Spo Yiyin... interesting... you can't escape my grasp..."