Shimada Sensuke subconsciously turned his head and realized that a tall young man was already standing next to him. He didn't know when he came over.
She has a fair complexion and a childish face, giving her a youthful look. But her whole body exudes a calm temperament, and she has a mysterious feeling that is pleasing to the eye.
With this appearance alone, he is no worse than those idols from Johnny & Associates. Even from a temperament point of view, he is even more inferior to those weak and cute little boys.
However, now is not the time to care about these things, but how dare this boy stop him.
As his thoughts turned around, Shimada Sensuke suddenly felt angry. He glared angrily and blurted out words of scolding.
"Baga, you dare to interfere with my affairs..."
Shinsuke Shimada, whose face was full of anger, tried to withdraw his arm forcefully, but the opponent's grip was like an iron gate, leaving him unable to resist at all.
"Let go, Baga...let me go your hand..."
Mr. Shimada has a sinister face and a ferocious appearance. At 1.7 meters tall, he is not short among Japanese people. He looks full of evil.
But when compared with Nakamura Masahiro's height, he immediately felt like a dwarf, which made him feel inexplicably happy.
Nakamura Masahiro obediently let go of Shimada Sensuke's wrist, and with just a little force, Shimada Sensuke staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground.
A burst of slight laughter suddenly rang out. Although the sound was not loud, it was still quite eye-catching in this relatively quiet environment.
"Baga...how can we repair it..."
Feeling the ridicule in those laughter, Shimada Sensuke's heart was filled with shame and anger, and he cursed and struggled to get up from the ground.
"Baga, Sinai..."
Unfortunately, Nakamura Masahiro didn't give him a chance at all and kicked him up again, causing him to fall straight back to the ground.
"Baga, how can we cultivate..."
Several cursing voices came from the periphery of the crowd, and the crowd of onlookers parted to both sides, and three middle-aged men with red faces poured in.
They didn't waste any time, and one of them hurriedly helped Shimada Shinsuke, who was shaking and struggling, while the other two threw their fists at Nakamura Masahiro.
For them, helping Shimada Sensuke teach Nakamura Masahiro a lesson was simply something they didn't have to think about.
Nakamura Masahiro was not afraid of the intruder. He leaned back slightly and dodged the attack of one of them.
Then, taking advantage of the other person's daze, he immediately clenched his fist and slammed the other person's door hard.
Compared to their shaky physical condition, Nakamura Masahiro, who had not drunk much alcohol, was in high spirits, like a tiger out of the cage.
At the cost of taking two punches, he first concentrated his firepower and hit the fat man with a bang.
The huge fists fell continuously, like dense raindrops, and soon the opponent lost the ability to resist, and could only keep covering his head and wailing.
Such a tragic situation made Shimada Sensuke and the other two people furious. In anger, they surrounded Nakamura Masahiro desperately.
However, Nakamura Masahiro quickly took a few steps back, never giving them a chance to surround him, and always faced the enemy head-on without leaving any loopholes.
The onlookers and female publicists were all stunned. He was able to fight against four middle-aged men by himself and still not fall behind. It was simply more exciting than the fight in the movie.
Although the fighting ability of those middle-aged strong men must have been reduced due to alcoholism, it is already very impressive to be able to achieve this level.
Even the female publicist Mei Xiang forgot to cry for a moment and looked at Nakamura Masahiro with dull eyes, looking unbelievable.
Two more were beaten to the ground after being injured. Nakamura Masahiro looked at Shimada Sensuke, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a ferocious smile.
Although this guy also participated in the siege of Nakamura Masahiro just now, he was probably frightened by Nakamura Masahiro's bravery. Instead, he hid behind and urged his younger brother to go first.
The younger brothers were all down now, leaving Shimada Sensuke waiting to be beaten. Adhering to the view that 'villains die by talking too much', Nakamura Masahiro stepped forward.
"ah...."
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and before Nakamura Masahiro had time to react, he was instantly restrained by someone hugging him amidst the exclamations around him.
"Shimada-san, I've trapped him, come here..."
Fuck, I was careless, I didn’t dodge, and I was unexpectedly attacked by someone else!
Nakamura Masahiro was so anxious that he twisted and struggled with all his strength, trying to break free from the shackles of the guy behind him.
But the fat guy behind him gritted his teeth and tried his best. Even if Nakamura Masahiro punched and kicked him, he couldn't relax at all.
"Fuck, ntm let me go... fuck nn, md..."
"Baga, how can we repair it? Sinai..."
"Xiba, Nuo has been to class, I have been there..."
"fuck...."
Chinese quintessences in various languages came out of Nakamura Masahiro's mouth one after another, leaving the onlookers stunned.
Shimada Sensuke, who was originally full of fear, was immediately overjoyed. When he saw the situation reversed, he ignored the pain of his wound and walked quickly to Nakamura Masahiro.
Avoiding Nakamura Masahiro's kick, Shimada Shinsuke punched Nakamura Masahiro in the face.
The national quintessence's screams and curses suddenly stopped, and several heavy punches were thrown in succession, leaving Nakamura Masahiro with no way to escape but the ability to parry.
In terms of physique, Shimada Sensuke already had the advantage, and Nakamura Masahiro was restrained, so now it was his turn to beat Nakamura Masahiro.
"Baga, I want to repay you double the humiliation you just gave me..."
Shimada Sensuke, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, had a sinister smile on his face, his slightly ugly face became more sinister, and some bright red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and more blood flowed out, soon covering the back of Shimada Sensuke's hand.
The blood-drenched scene looked a bit shocking, which also made Shimada Sensuke furious, and his emotions began to get a little out of control.
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With a roar, Shimada Sensuke struck Nakamura Masahiro in the stomach with two heavy punches.
After receiving a heavy blow, Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously bent over, like a bent lobster.
His face also became extremely ugly, and the drink he had drank involuntarily rose up in his throat, and then he vomited all over Shimada Shinsuke uncontrollably.
"Baga, this is so disgusting..."
Shimada Sensuke subconsciously pulled off his coat, and the filth that Nakamura Masahiro spit on his coat gave off a pungent smell.
"Mama-san, please help Nakamura-san..."
Female publicist Mei Xiang found her mother Sang Yazi, and she couldn't stop crying with anxiety on her face.
"Meixiang, there's nothing I can do..."
Mother Sang Yazi glanced at Mei Xiang in embarrassment, with a bitter look on her face.
"That's Shimada Sensuke. He's a big shot in the entertainment industry, and he's also involved in the Yakuza..."
In fact, Masako's mother is not a simple person to be able to open a club in Ginza. But compared to Shimada Sensuke, her connections and energy are somewhat lacking.
"Then, Mama-san, why don't you call the police..."
After struggling for a while, Meixiang tried to make a suggestion to her mother Sang Yazi in a panic: "The police can definitely handle it."
"Don't call the police..."
Seeing Mei Xiang's move to take out her cell phone, her mother, Sang Yazi, quickly reached out to stop her from making any further moves.
"If the police were called, the club would be affected."
From a legal point of view, the clubs in Ginza are definitely legal, but there are also some gray edges that are inevitable.
Normally, the police turn a blind eye, but if the club's problems escalate, the consequences will be quite troublesome.
Therefore, clubs in Ginza will handle various problems and conflicts privately, and no one wants to call the police.
"Mama-san, what should we do?"
Being stopped by her mother, Masako Sang, from calling the police, Meixiang had no other option for a while. She grabbed her mother's hand and asked, "Nakamura-san will be killed..."
"Don't worry, Shimada Sensuke is just talking, he doesn't have the guts yet..."
Mom Masako Sang comforted Meixiang. Even though Shimada Sensuke was indeed powerful and could beat people ferociously, he didn't have the guts to kill anyone.
"By the way, this Nakamura-san seems to have followed Kitano-san and the others. I'm going to find Kitano-san and the others..."
Suddenly remembering that Masahiro Nakamura came to the club with Takeshi Kitano and the others, his mother Masako Sang suddenly had an idea and turned around and headed towards the box.
Meixiang turned to look at Masahiro Nakamura, whose face was covered in blood, feeling worried. She wanted to step forward to help, but the vicious Shimada Sensuke made her subconsciously afraid.
"Shimada-san, is it okay?"
The obese man who was holding Nakamura Masahiro vigorously asked. Because he had been restraining Nakamura Masahiro, he suffered a lot of blows and his whole body was in severe pain.
"I can't hold on any longer..."
"Don't let go first, then hold on..."
Shimada Shinsuke looked at Nakamura Masahiro, who seemed to be in a coma, and the anger in his heart had not dissipated.
The clear feeling of pain reminded him all the time. Shimada Shinsuke looked around, grabbed the beer bottle on the booth next to him, and threw it directly at Nakamura Masahiro without saying a word.
"Baga, damn brat..."
In an instant, Nakamura Masahiro's face was dripping with blood, and his tragic and scarred appearance was heart-stopping.
Nakamura Masahiro almost no longer felt pain, his consciousness was becoming blurred, and the feeling of dizziness lingered in his mind.
It's like flying, the soul seems to be freed from the shackles of the body, floating swaying.
His vision was already blurred, and all he could see were shadows like abstract oil paintings. Nakamura Masahiro could faintly hear a loud shout.