"What you just aimed at was the head, right? You knew you might kill someone, right? You knew the consequences and still did it, which means you wanted to kill me, right?"
In the suddenly solidified atmosphere, along with red circular marks falling one or two on the ground, several thin streams of blood slipped out from under this guy's hair.
"So..." The blond bartender turned around with blood on his face, his expression was like a ghost, "No matter how you are treated, you won't complain, right?"
…
The young bastard who made the move was punched in the face, and his whole face was dented by the force. The force's center of gravity caused the young bastard to spin like a top in the air. I don't know if it was due to inertia or inertia.
Thanks to gravity, this guy's clothes were blown away.
No, what, how did this clothes get lost? Why didn’t I understand?
Could this be the legendary stripping boxing technique? I looked up in admiration.
When we fought the enemy in Xiongying, we fought so fiercely that the intensity was not as strong as this bartender's, but we didn't see anyone's clothes being blown off?
Did Newton not favor us or did Newton not care about this place? I blinked in confusion.
And look at the way he's jumping around and beating people... This Nishiko-chan has a pretty strong vitality. He got hit on the head with a sap and nothing happened. The little blood he shed can't keep up with the amount of blood donation. It seems that I don't need to nurse him anymore.
…
The blond bartender over there was doing a solo martial arts solo, and here I took off my fur collared coat with an unhappy look on my face.
"Give it back to you."
I threw the clothes to Izaya Orihara, who was supposed to be the culprit, and couldn't help but glare at him.
This person must have done it on purpose. It was his fault that I was smashed and the vending machine was smashed. Not only did Nishiko-chan deserve to be beaten, but he also deserved to be beaten! This guy's heart is broken.
But since this guy said he was an information dealer, I still had someone to ask for, so I couldn't give him a good beating. Alas, this is the powerless world of adults.
"Sorry, sorry," he clasped his hands together and apologized to me hypocritically, "I didn't expect Xiaojing to be here~"
Me: "Oh, really, haha."
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The blond bartender would hit such a gangster with just one punch. These gangsters rushed up to save Grandpa, but they were not enough to deliver food. Therefore, humans who are good at using their brains to think will think of solutions, and this gang of gangsters came up with the solution.
The solution is...
--Capture hostages.
So I was targeted.
"Catch that brat first! They are part of the same group!"
I:"……"
Let’s not talk about whether we are a team. Didn’t you see us fighting just now? The vending machine with irrefutable evidence is still lying miserably behind you. Are you blind?
…
It's been enough today. Not only was I beaten as a shield, but I was also looked down upon by the gangsters.
With a dark face, I kicked a guy who was rushing towards me ten meters away, then turned around and rounded my shoulders half way, accumulating strength with my elbow, and then gave the gangster who touched behind me a hard elbow strike on the stomach.
Seeing this little gangster's eyes bulging out, his cheeks bulging, and his expression as if he wanted to spray a rainbow, I took advantage of the situation and gave him an uppercut to let him swallow the food he wasted.
From the corner of his eye, he seemed to see Orihara Izaya's eyes twitching, and he laughed twice, "Then...I'll leave first, bye~"
When the bartender who was beating him heard this, he immediately became energetic. He pulled up the vending machine that was nailed to the ground next to him, and threw the big guy out with all his strength:
"Don't even think about running away——"
Damn, why am I so happy when I see Orihara Izaya being unlucky instead of being beaten?
I left the battlefield in a happy mood, returned to the flower bed and picked up my schoolbag. I was satisfied to find that nothing was missing, and the earrings in the jewelry bag were not broken... Huh?
I frowned and pulled out a piece of paper from the bag.
There was a string of phone numbers written on it, and it was signed by Orihara Izaya's name... That heartless information dealer left me his contact information.
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"...Then let's meet again," the intelligence dealer's voice came from the mobile phone, "I happened to pack sushi. Lucia Sushi is on sale today. I recommend Honor to try it too~"
"Please call me the king, Mr. Orihara."
I feel like my eyebrows are twitching. For normal people, only people with very close relationships are willing to be called by their first names. And this Orihara Izaya is obviously not among my "close friends". It would be better to say that if it weren't for him
If he has the identity of an information dealer, I will put him on the blacklist.
"……I see."
After I got back that day, I called him directly and expressed my desire to know the identity of the leader of RS, and promised that money would not be an issue.
But his reaction was very puzzling. After hearing my request, he kept laughing on the other end of the phone, as if he had heard something ridiculous, which made me laugh inexplicably.
Then this guy said he would make an appointment to interview me, and that time was now.
I kicked the toes of my shoes irritably. The sanitation staff in Ikebukuro were so good that they couldn't find two pebbles even if I tried to kick them. I could only wait at the agreed place.
Fifteen minutes have passed since the agreed time.
People passing by were talking loudly to each other, and the noise made me particularly irritated. There was also a young drunkard lying in the flower bed, snoring loudly.
I had just finished taking a shower when I received the call from Orihara Izaya, and I was too late for the agreed time, so I just put on a racer vest under my coat and ran out.
Then I met Salty Pig Hands on the subway...
Thinking of this, the veins on my forehead popped out again.
This was the first time I met a guy who attacked a boy. At that time, I felt a touch on my waist. I thought it was because the train was too crowded, until a pair of hands came under the coat, and there was something suspicious about it.
I didn't react until the standard dialogue appeared.
"Ah, there are very few cute boys willing to do this now. Is this your first time to earn pocket money?"
At that time, my pupils were shaken. Such a shocking thing could happen to me. Now I just want to ask the guy who was punched away one question. How did he determine that I was that...that kind of person?
That kind of person? Tell me and I’ll change it right away! I’m getting goosebumps!
Unfortunately, my thoughts were so shocking at the time that I still rub the goosebumps on my arms and have toothaches. I can’t help but wonder if I accidentally wore something that could be misunderstood, such as a new leather collar or bangs.
A small cross hairpin or something like that...
Maybe it wasn't there at the time, but maybe it's hard to tell now. I rubbed my cold stomach with dead eyes.
When that wretched man was punched away by me in shock, he was holding on to the hem of my vest. The quality of the vest was also very impressive, and it was torn off in a circle!
Immediately, I felt cold in my stomach and waist, and the wind was pouring into it... I will have a stomachache tomorrow, right? I will definitely have a stomachache, right?
"Oh, is this Mr. Glory?" Finally, when I was holding my stomach and waiting until I was almost impatient, a voice that made my head hurt came from behind.
I gritted my teeth and turned around: "Mr. Orihara, you are completely late - what are you looking at?"
He stared at my exposed belly and glanced back and forth, then showed a subtle expression.
"What is Mr. Glory dressed like?"
…
"So that's what happened," he said with a look of sudden realization, "I thought Mr. Glory had a special job."
"Please call me the King, Mr. Orihara." I reiterated expressionlessly, "And what kind of special job do you think it is?"
Can you please take the dirty crap out of your head?
"Nothing, nothing," Orihara Izaya waved his hands with a fake smile, "I don't want to lead Xiaojing No. 2 into trouble just yet."
I:"……"
What the hell is Xiaojing No. 2? What the hell are you talking about here?
"About what I mentioned before-"
"Ah, this!" He clapped his hands suddenly and interrupted me, "I don't know the leader either, but I can introduce you to a few RS members."
He smiled and shook the sushi package in his hand: "I have been a member of rs for a long time."
If that's the case... doesn't this information dealer know about it?
I pondered.
So now the only useful clues are those few members. The classmates who claim to be members of rs don’t know anything. I went out on night patrol and found nothing. I don’t know how to collect information myself... Huh? I really only know that.
Can I be led by Orihara Izaya?!
"If that's the case, then——"
"Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-"
As soon as I finished speaking, I was interrupted by a phone ringing very close to me.
"..." I looked expressionlessly towards the source of the sound - it was the young drunkard lying in the flower bed. The mobile phone in his pocket was anxiously urging the owner to answer the call. It should be a family member or friend calling him.
Go home?
Before I had time to wonder how much this man had drunk, I was stunned: "Huh? Mr. Orihara?"
Orihara Izaya walked over very naturally and answered the phone: "Sushi love~ I love tuna sashimi~"
Isn't it bad to just answer people's phone calls casually? What's more, you are still saying weird things on people's phones...
"Ah," Orihara Izaya's expression suddenly became surprised, "This voice is Odada!"
...Is he actually someone he knows?! He is indeed an information dealer, he knows so many people!
"That's right, I was passing by and found someone sleeping here. When the phone rang, I answered it for him. This? This is Minami Ikebukuro Daenobei Yuejin.
This time it was his turn and he had to stop mid-sentence. The reason was that a vending machine was smashed over.
I watched this extremely familiar scene in silence.
A blond bartender named "Heiwajima Shizuo" walked over from the other side of the street. Orihara Izaya turned back and glanced at the murderous bartender, then turned around decisively and threw the phone to me.
I:"???"
"The person on the other end of the phone is the member I want to introduce to you~" Orihara Izaya smiled and waved to me, "You guys can talk among yourselves, I'm in a hurry now, bye bye~"
Watching these two people leave after falling in love and killing each other, I was silent for a while, and then put the phone to my ear:
"……Hello?"
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I really didn't expect this drunkard to be a human trafficker.
I threw the phone up, spun it around in the air, and then caught it in my hand. I rubbed the worn corners with my thumb and blinked thoughtfully.
The owner of the mobile phone is not this drunkard, but a foreigner kidnapped by this drunken gang. They make a living by trafficking people. Their main targets are illegally staying foreigners and minors who have run away from home. This kind of thing, I
How could you watch it happen before your eyes?
Looking towards the headlights, I saw a semi-old van parked next to me. As the privacy window moved down, a man wearing a hat poked his head out from the passenger side.
"Are you the 'King of Kings'? I am the friend of the owner of the mobile phone."