Yumi has no doubt that if she hesitates for even a second, the person in front of her will disappear without a trace through the window.
"I can help you!"
Although it is difficult to recognize the Chinese with exotic accents, Yumi's words once again stopped "Nozawa" from moving. He made a gesture and turned his head, and the misty but fascinating voice came out of his mouth
"Why
"
"Sorry, I don't know why"
Shinoda Yumi stepped into the room, every subconscious movement of her seemed to be without any precautions, as if the person standing in front of her at this moment had inherent trust and security for her feel.
"My gut tells me I can help you and you can help me"
"Hahaha, yeah?"
This time, "Nozawa" grinned outright, the same as the feeling he brought to the other party, what Yumi Shinoda brought to himself was also a feeling he had never had before. Although the two met for the first time, and although "Nozawa" never believed in this so-called feeling, isn't one's belief just to let reality be crushed and defeated again and again? In front of me, I couldn't help but not believe it.
"Please trust me"
In the dark night, Yumi didn't see clearly how the other party floated away from the door, and how she floated in front of her from the window. She just felt that the moment she breathed, the other party's light breath swept her temples.
"I haven't asked your name yet"
"A Liang"
Time finally ran out of Kishimoto's last ounce of patience, and he dialed the number on his cell phone again, and then tugged on the tie around his collar.
"Is it almost there? (day)"
"Three minutes, three minutes later (day)"
The voice on the other end of the phone came faintly, at least the driver in the front row heard it clearly.
"Okay, I'll act first, and you guys will surround this place with me. Don't let me let go of a sparrow, let alone a person! (Day)"
"Yes, Kishimoto-san (day)"
If he didn't move again, it would be too late for anything. Kishimoto immediately shook his head, pulled off the tie that was threatening, greeted the driver in the front row, and rushed towards Shinoda's mansion with strides.
The black Honda was parked not far from Shinoda's mansion, and the distance of a few hundred meters couldn't stand a few steps.
Kishimoto signaled the driver to quickly go around to the other side of the mansion, raised his hand to check the time carefully twice, and then rang the doorbell on the gate.
Ding. . . Ding. . . Ding. . .
The doorbell rang for a full minute, and then the door in front of Kishimoto's gate slowly opened a gap, revealing Shinoda Yumi's delicate side face
"Mr. Kishimoto? It's so late... (day)"
Before Yumi finished speaking, Kishimoto pushed open the door, walked straight into the courtyard, and checked the time again.
"Kishimoto? Mr. Kishimoto? What is this? (Japanese)"
"Was someone here just now? (Japanese)"
Kishimoto carefully looked at every detail of the mansion under the night, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he turned his gaze back to Yumi's face.
"You mean Mr. Nozawa? He left after worshiping his father (day)"
"How long have you been walking? (Day)"
"About fifteen minutes (day)"
There was no strange expression on Yumi's amorous face, as if what she was talking about at the moment was an ordinary family matter.
"Is Mr. Kishimoto looking for Mr. Nozawa? (Japanese)"
"But I didn't see anyone coming out of your door just now! (Japanese)"
Although Yumi's performance was not flawed, Kishimoto was still relentless. After all, the situation is turbulent now, and any negligence in any detail may lead to a complete loss. Isn't the lesson of Zhang Zichen's robbery not deep enough
"Then you shouldn't just barge in, so... (day)"
"It's so late, are you still wearing a formal kimono? (Japanese)"
Yumi's words did not stop Kishimoto's investigation, he rudely pushed Shinoda Yumi away, stepped across the courtyard, pulled the door of the mansion, and broke in directly.
There are more than 50 people in the club, which is enough to make the surrounding water tight. No matter who you are or who can help you, you can't escape this time. I would like to see, what is your purpose of riding on the face of the association again and again to provoke you! "
Who are you! ! ! You are japanese? ! "
Er Gou's surprise this time was no less than when he just opened the sack. Even though he had thought about it, he never imagined that the person he rescued turned out to be a Japanese devil.
"Yes, I'm from Japan"
Self-respecting his own special identity, coupled with the fact that he usually hangs out in the upper class, Kenta Nozawa not only has no taboos about his identity, but has a steady sense of superiority. After all, the other party is just a Chinese who struggles to survive. marginalized people.