The killing in the house was so fast that Wu Xiong, the guards, did not use illusion to cover up. He just walked forward a few steps, and the splashed blood flew throughout the room. No matter how strong an ordinary person was, he was no better than a chicken in front of him.

Takeo Masamu found himself surprisingly no longer feeling disgusting. He felt that he had just cut off the pests on the branches.

The guardian Takeo knew very well that when everything was irreversible, the late justice was not justice. He only hoped that his actions could allow the girl he had never met to rest in peace. Since he could meet the legendary fox monster, the underworld should also exist.

The roasted beef finally reached the point where you can eat it.

"Slap."

The beef on the barbecue net makes a wonderful squeak, and the fat and fragrant smell is not needed. It just makes people's index fingers sway.

Takeo Masato licked his lips. He could sense the spiritual power in his body that had become more and more prosperous in the past few days, and his appetite became larger and larger. It seemed that the spiritual power was transformed from food?

He only watched the top Wagyu beef on TV. He had never eaten such a luxurious thing in reality. He pulled over the body of Imaki. Takeo, the sect, sat on Imaki's back and ate the beef.

"It smells so good."

What he chewed was not beef, money, and living human flesh.

After eating and drinking, Takeo, the guardian, found a safe from the second floor. Shiroong was very fashionable to use an iris safe. In terms of insurance, this is comparable to fingerprints and digital passwords. What is more difficult to obtain?

The islanders do not have the habit of saving money in the bank, and this is especially true for people like Jinxi. They may go in one day, and it is more secure to hold cash.

Pulling down Imaki's eyelids, Takeo Murato opened the safe with gloves.

Although it is a bit strange for Kamen Rider to steal other people's safes, there will be no sympathy for a human scum like Shillong. Slag can no longer be considered a human in terms of its own or social relations.

The safe is filled with banknotes, and several antiques that look very expensive are laid on it.

There is so much cash. I guess more of those that have turned into investments, such as real estate, are all the sins saved by eating human flesh and drinking human blood! But how much money is, it doesn’t matter to the guardian Takeo, and he doesn’t use it for himself.

The guardian Takeo carried a heavy package and turned around a few times after the darkness, and disappeared on the streets of Nichome, Xicheng District.

The fire in Shindi of Michome Hitomi was extinguished in the morning, and a raging fire broke out in Nichome.

"Put the fire!"

"It's on fire here too!"

Since its founding, Osaka has been an active city with commercial activity. From the Nanbarbarian merchants in Sakai in the Warring States Period to the crazy capital of the madness of growing wildly, this city has a huge number of rich people, but there are also a larger number of poor people. Nishisei District is the dirtiest and messy urban area in Osaka, while Ailin District in Nishisei District is an unforgettable mark of the slum that the entire Osaka cannot be erased.

There are a large number of homeless people who are called idlers living in the Ailing neighborhood. After entering the alley, the shacks on both sides will make people think they have arrived in Latin America's common slums. The vending machines are filled with small brands of beverages and beer produced by local small factories.

When it comes to the formation of Ai Neighbor slums, it is precisely inseparable from the economic development period of the island country. When the city of Osaka was expanding rapidly, many people from remote rural areas came to Osaka to work as construction workers and migrant workers.

However, unlike other countries preferring to build high-rise buildings in urban areas, the construction sites in island countries, in addition to some large high-rise apartments, are more privately built independent houses. The project volume is small and the construction period is short, so naturally there is no condition to provide collective shed accommodation. These people who come to work have to find places to stay by themselves. Over time, love neighbor slums were formed.

Just next to the Ailing slum, there is the scenic Fida Shindi. The irony of the reason why Fida Shindi now becomes a commoner flower area is also inseparable from the physical laborers who were mainly receiving Ailing slum.

In a shack in the neighborhood, two workers wearing hard hats supported a worker with injured legs and walked in.

The small shack is full of all the internal organs, beds, cooking utensils, and old Sony TVs. However, compared with ordinary people, the things in the shack have been used for countless years, or they are not sure they are second-hand items donated by social groups.

"What's wrong?"

A bald man emerged from the shack, also a homeless man on the bottom floor. He and the injured lived in a small shack.

"I accidentally broke my leg on the construction site." The worker who broke his leg indifferently patted his other intact leg, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

"You can't work in this way, and you won't expect me to make money to support you." The bald man in the shack helped the injured man sit down.

The injured homeless man smiled: "Work injury, work injury, compensation will be issued on the construction site."

When he heard that there was compensation, the bald man happily patted his back: "This is not good. Why didn't you be killed on the construction site? People like you who have no relatives or reasons may be able to share a little pension after death."

Like the welfare policies of most countries, the welfare policies of island countries cannot actually involve real bottom-level and marginal social groups like the wild people.

I am homeless and poor, so I apply for social relief with minimum living security - but because the wild people are homeless and have no identity certificate, the government will not accept it, and you wild people cannot apply for social relief.

This contradictory relief bill has allowed the scars of Osaka, Aiwang, to last for a long time, and no politicians are willing to speak out for these marginal people. Perhaps this embarrassment can be solved only after all the marginal people in Aiwang District are old and dead.

"I won't die if you die." The lame tramp punched, "It smells like meat. Did you stew meat? Have you won money today?"

These wild occupants are already fifty or sixty years old. No matter how hard they work, they will never be able to make a name for themselves. So they simply gave up the treatment and went to Boqing Geli for three days.

"I made so much money in Boqing Ge today." The bald tramp gestured with his fingers to the symbol of nine.

Just as the homeless man in the shack was having fun in pain, a huge noise suddenly sounded on the street outside.

"What's going on? It's so noisy."

The injured worker was gnawing the cabbage and looked out of the shack in confusion.

The shack was very cramped. You could pass through the curtain and see outside by stretching it a little, but he couldn't even complete this movement with his legs and feet injured.

"Let me take a look." The bald man stood up cross-legged on the ground.

But as soon as he stretched out half of his body, he stood motionless like a wooden man and blocked the door.

"What are you doing when you stand there stupidly?"

silence.

Silence like death.

After a few seconds of silence, the bald head suddenly started to scream.

"Lu...Lu..." The bald man's body couldn't stop trembling, and he ran out, "It's Lupin (Robin Hood)!"

A green scarf floated in the dark sky, and the agile figure jumped back and forth between the street lights of love neighbors. All the homeless men on the ground looked up at the figure jumping back and forth, and...

That spectacular rain!

The ten thousand yuan bills floating down from the sky are the green cherry blossom rain composed of Fukuzawa Yukichi.
Chapter completed!