"People's Resident!!"

"Minister of the Guardian."

The Kyoto people around him opened their mouths in surprise, and a light of inspiration flashed in the minds of people who had not recognized them just now.

Looking at the one arm of the samaya Takeo and the flames, these two iconic things made others suddenly enlightened, and their enlightened heads rushed into the 'legend' about the samaya Takeo.

Like them, they are all Kansai people, and their noble character is truly a neighbor of Kyoto people. They are influenced by Kyoto's noble character!

Only in the matter of Takeo, Kyoto people have some recognition of their Kansai identity and can barely admit that Osaka people are their relatives.

Of course, it would be even better if the Minister of the Ministry was from Kyoto. It would be possible to directly declare Kyoto independent from the Kansai region. As a highland of moral quality in the country, it further developed from the Kinki region to the Kyoto region.

Waving his hand to dissipate the fireball, coughing sounds came from the small yellow building, and the body of a rescued person was poked out from the windowsill, breathing the air outside in big mouthfuls.

"Minister of the Ministry, sign a name."

"So handsome."

"My girl is only 32 years old this year, so she is very suitable..."

Seeing the crowd around him, the guards Takeo smiled awkwardly. He hoped to be recognized by others inadvertently, so that he could be a little psychologically proud, but there were more important things now.

The flames in the fire scene have been extinguished, and the deadly thick smoke has been absorbed and transferred away. Without the barrier of smoke and dust, the things in front of the small building can be seen clearly.

"Is it him?"

Takeo, the guardian frowned and his expression froze.

Standing in front of the door was a middle-aged fat man with a tattoo on his exposed belly, an unsettling gasoline barrel next to his feet, and a machete in his hand.

It was the guy who passed by and cursed just now, and the murderous tool in the bag was such a murderous tool. If he hadn't been present, this tragedy on earth would have really happened.

The crazy temperament was ferocious on the middle-aged fat man's face, staring at the door. If anyone came out of the house, he would just put it down with a machete.

This is clearly marked as a criminal on his forehead, and he is not going to let anyone in the fire!

The guards did not know what the function of this building was, but in terms of size, there were probably dozens of people in the building.

Dozens of people represent dozens of families, and then involves the original family, there are hundreds of families.

What a great hatred this requires to do something vicious!

"Why? Why!"

Seeing that the flames in the fire were sucked away, the middle-aged fat man's body was half depressed. The fire burned his life, and then looked at the guardian Wuxiong with his angry eyes.

The middle-aged fat man, who had already occupied his head by crazy thinking, decided to set fire no matter what the guard Wuxiong was not guarding Wuxiong. He had long seen the end of death. He died under the injection of the government and the extraordinary guard Wuxiong. It was not all the word "death"!

Although Heisei waste is a bit wasteful, in some aspects, it can always do something jaw-dropping.

"Why do you want to save them? Let those damn plagiarists die and burn them to death!" The middle-aged fat man rushed to the guards' headquarters like a fool, saying delirium that only he knew, "You are in the same group as them, and you are in the same group as them."
Chapter completed!