“It was very noisy outside just now.”

Several gangsters got into the toilet and did not see the scene of the platform jumping.

There were originally other people in the public toilet, but when I saw several gangsters with bad looks, they took people in with great momentum, and they all bowed their heads and walked out of the public toilet. Some of them urinated halfway through the urination.

"The people who are in the way are gone." The gangster with yellow hair pinched the male employee's face with his hands, "Hey, have you practiced fist? It's okay if you haven't practiced it, you will always be beaten."

As he said that, the yellow-haired gangster pushed the male employee, clenched his hands into fists, the dragon raised on his flower arms, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"This is an ordinary person, be careful not to make any problems."

The remaining gangsters laughed and lit the cigarette.

"What does it matter? No one sees it anyway."

"Oh, someone jumped off the track outside." A gangster poked his head out and took a deep breath of cigarette. "Call it, the subway police surrounded him, no one cares about it now."

The male employee held his hands up, bowed his waist and lowered his head, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give me money... can I let me go?"

"Money?" The yellow-haired gangster sneered and shook his finger, "No, no, we are not blackmailers..."

"I said that I just need to practice boxing with me." The alcoholic smell in the gangster's stomach suddenly rushed upwards, and he vomited vomit in disgust and sucked the male staff's head.

The foul-smelling vomit makes people feel nauseous.

"Please forgive me, please forgive me." The male staff trembled humbly regardless of the stench on his head.

"Damn it." The gangster wiped the vomit at the corner of his mouth, "Come on, punch, come on."

Looking at the interaction between the yellow-haired gangster and the male staff, the other gangsters laughed and jokingly, the male staff's performance was like a funny clown in a circus, making people laugh.

"Please forgive me, please."

"Please."

The male employee was trembling with his legs and was almost kneeling on the ground.

"Didn't I say I'll let you punch! Hello!"

Plop.

The male staff kneeled on the ground.

"Please, please." The male staff's facial features wrinkled together, tears burst out from their eyes.

"Damn, I..." The yellow-haired gangster cursed, raised his legs and was about to kick him hard.

If you are kicked, the male employee's head will hit the toilet directly, and you can imagine what disgusting things will happen.

"stop."

At the critical moment, a trembling voice sounded at the door of the toilet. Wu Xiong, who was wearing a black suit and his muscles were twitching on his face, was shaking all over.

"Stop it." Takeoshi of the lord put his briefcase on the sink, took a deep breath and shouted: "Everyone has the ability to come to me."

The gangster who was drunk and was about to beat the office worker turned around unhappily, glanced at the guard commander Takeo, and then laughed after looking at it.

"One more death comes."

"Who is this, thinking I'm a superhero?"

"I'll meet you."

As they said that, some gangsters stretched out their arms. If they were normal, they wouldn't be so rampant. But they were completely lawless when they were drunk. At most, they were imprisoned for two days, what was it to them?

Besides, those bullied people generally do not call the police for their own work. After all, no matter what the reason is, it is a disgrace to go to the police station, and they may be "treated" by the company. Although the probability is very small, it does not exist. Therefore, in this abnormal social atmosphere, a person cannot even protect himself, let alone stand out for others.

Looking at the aggressive gangster, the guardian Takeo shouted and rushed over with his fist.

There is no rules, and the position of the guardian looks like a kid fighting.

The drunk gangster laughed a few times indifferently, raised his leg and kicked Wuxiong in the stomach. This kick was accurate and fierce, and directly hit Wuxiong in the stomach.

He immediately retching a few times. Before he could recover, the gangster pinched his neck again.

The Mustache, who lacks combat experience, has a chakra and ninjutsu, but he cannot perform at all.

"With this little ability, I thought I was really an ordinary hero, tsk."

The guardian Wuxiong's eyes were red, and a cluster of flames were brewing in his body. He wanted to spew a ball of fire to burn the evil people in front of him, but if the flames were sprayed out in public, his life would be over.

By the way, the power given by the fox demon not only can spit fire. When he was running in the forest, he poured his "spiritual power" into his limbs, and his running speed became very fast.

That power can strengthen the body!

The guardian Takeo closed his eyes and felt the flow of the spiritual power of the fox demon in his body.

Infused this force into the limbs.

Have it!

A powerful force gathered on the arm.

"You group of... bastards!" The guardian Takeo raised his palm and held the wrist of the gangster tightly.

"What are you..."

The gangster was about to slap the guards, but his expression suddenly became painful.

"Crack."

The held wrist made a creaking sound.

The guardian Wuxiong opened his eyes angrily, like a stone statue in a temple guardian, his hands tightly pinched their hands continued to export terrifying power that was not human.

"It hurts, it hurts." The gangster gritted his teeth tightly, trying hard to pull out his hand, but the thoughts of teaching the man in front of him disappeared.

"What the hell, why don't you beat him up?"

"I'm going to break..."

"Click!" The guardian Takeo tried his best, and the gangster's wrist suddenly shrank a circle, and the sound of a fractured crack sounded.

"Ah, ah!"

The other gangsters didn't know what was going on, and they looked at each with bad eyes, and some people seemed to take out something from their arms.

The gangster with a broken wrist screamed and knelt on the ground. The guardian Wuxiong patted his chest nervously, waved his turtle punch and rushed forward.

"Slaughter..."

A gangster was hit on the cheek by the guards and immediately flew into the air in the room.

"mix……"

This head was kicked three meters away while covering her stomach.

"I……"

This head hit the door of the compartment and collapsed limply.

The only remaining yellow-haired gangster was already awake for half of his alcohol. Looking at the friends on the ground, before he could say harsh words, his whole body was lifted up by the guardian Wuxiong pinched his neck.

"You're the end..."

Takeo the sect leader pulled his face closer and shouted: "Get out!"

After the yell, the guardian Takeo shook his hand and pierced the yellow-haired gangster's head into the toilet.

Looking at the gangsters moaning all over the ground, Takeo Yu gasped heavily, his forehead covered with sweat from tension.

The male staff stood up in disbelief and looked at the chaotic scene in dumbfounded.

A social animal who looks the same as himself actually beat a group of gangsters to the ground with his backhand. This is so magical.

The male staff wiped the tears from his face and whimpered sincerely: "No...thank you very much."

"No, no." The sambata smiled and waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Thank you very much." The male staff followed, "Because I have been wasting your time, do you need to go to the hospital for a look."

"I'm fine." Whether it's physical or mental, Takeo Shuitou is in a very good condition.

The two walked out of the public toilet. A group of subway police and staff gathered in the place where they jumped the tracks. They saw that they could not get on the tram, and the passengers waiting in the tunnel were dispersed in groups of three or three.

"Do you jump the track..." the male employee, "Then I'll call you a taxi."

There was no need to expect the subway to have a track jump incident. Because of the ghost nature of the island country's track lines, one line was in trouble and the other lines were all delayed. The male staff kept bowing and paid for a taxi.

"goodbye."

Outside the car window, the male staff waved thanks endlessly.

"goodbye."

Sitting in the taxi, Takeoshi smiled.

He scratched his head, and the shadow of the tragedy of the tragedy had been erased from his heart.

It was such a luxury to take a taxi, which was the first time he had been since he got married. Sitting in the car and looking at the scenery on both sides, the guardian Takeo smiled happily, feeling that he had found the direction of life.

Just when Takeo Mutsu was feeling good, an oncoming car attracted his attention, an Osaka-licensed black Mitsubishi sedan.

Mitsubishi cars that are not familiar.
Chapter completed!