The silver-gray Honda sedan drove out of Haneda Airport and headed straight for a dojo called Obara Karate in the northwest of Ota Ward.
Wang Ping has given up trying to pick the lock.
If you don't have enough knowledge, you can make up for it with common sense. From the time the car started to now, even at the lowest speed, it has already been far away from the airport. Even if he went out, it would be difficult for him to find Gu Lao San in a short time with his long legs.
Besides, he didn't know where Gu Laosan's family was now. Instead of wandering the streets of Tokyo, he might as well wait for Gu Laosan to find him. And by the way, see who is so bold as to pull the hair on Tai Sui's head.
"Kidnap me? Huh~"
A pair of green night vision eyes lit up in the trunk, looked around at the surrounding debris, and then fished out an iron baseball bat from under a few cardboard boxes.
After about 40 minutes, Wang Ping felt the car slow down and turned right. After another 5 minutes, the car stopped and a shout in Japanese was heard outside the car.
Wang Ping turned around and faced the outside of the trunk, grabbing the bat at the same time. Whoever opened the trunk would be in trouble.
However, after waiting for a while, the trunk did not open, but the car started again. Judging from the sound, it seemed to be turning into a garage.
At this time, in the Taoist temple separated by a wall, a dozen young men in Taoist uniforms were practicing pile driving in a small courtyard.
On the northeast side of the yard, there is an antique Japanese-style attic. A middle-aged man in navy blue samurai clothes is sitting cross-legged on the wooden steps under the eaves of the attic. Next to the man is a small bamboo table, and a girl in a black kimono is kneeling beside it, slowly making tea.
On the west side of the courtyard, the back door of the garage near the gate slowly rose, and a burly man in a black T-shirt trotted out from inside. His bald head glowed in the sun, like a light bulb that suddenly lit up.
"Boss, I brought you the badger!"
The big man shouted as he walked around the people who were practicing martial arts. Before he could reach the attic, the man opposite him raised his hand to stop him and made him stand still.
"Baga! How many times have I told you to call me Master here? If you don't know, you might think I'm a gangster!"
After giving the other person a lecture with a sullen face, the man glanced at the half-brewed tea, sighed, then stood up and walked towards the garage.
"Hai! Master!"
The bald man bent over and responded, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.
Fuck you, you are obviously a gangster, why are you afraid to admit it? It's not against the law.
The man walked into the garage with his hands behind his back, raised his hand and pointed at the trunk, and said curiously, "Open it! Let me see what kind of animal someone is spending $20,000 to kill?"
"Hayi!"
The big man who followed behind waved his hand, and one of the two "flower-armed boys" standing beside the car hurried forward to open the trunk.
I don’t know if a badger broke the hook when trying to pick the lock inside, or if the car was just unreliable, but the young man fiddled with the key and the switch for a long time but couldn’t open it.
"What a waste!"
Seeing that the master frowned, the big man walked forward, cursing and kicked the young man aside.
"tui!"
The big man spat into his palm, rubbed his hands, punched the keyhole twice, and then lifted it up suddenly.
“Bang!”
The lock core in the lock was pulled out and fell to the ground, and the trunk rose up.
“It’s open now!”
After glaring at a young man, the big man turned his head and a silver baseball bat suddenly enlarged in front of him.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the bald man fell down without even a grunt.
"Nani!"
"Baka!"
"Ke Yuzu is going to compete in the competition!"
Wang Ping understood some of the screams, but not others. But it didn't matter, he was very satisfied with the result he had created.
Mao's face was raised, and the sunlight outside the garage was a little dazzling, causing Wang Ping to squint.
After spending a week in a cage in the quarantine area, I suddenly felt as if I was in another world when I saw the green trees and cherry blossoms in the yard and smelled the warmth of the sun.
"This is... the taste of freedom~"
But the sunlight was soon blocked out. The group of young men in Taoist uniforms in the yard all gathered around after hearing the noise, and soon they had blocked the small garage door tightly.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
The greasy middle-aged man opposite, wearing a blue samurai suit and with a chopstick stuck behind his head, clapped his hands with an expression of admiration on his face.
"Siguoyi!"
"Eh... this scene, why does it look so familiar?"
Wang Ping frowned as he looked at the guy opposite him who was eager to try. When his eyes fell on his clothes, he showed a look of realization.
He once watched a movie in which a guy named Chen Zhen liked to beat up people dressed like this in front of the camera, and he would beat them up in batches.
"Everyone be careful..."
The middle-aged man's words made many disciples look stern. An animal that could knock down their eldest brother with a stick would be difficult to deal with. At this time, the second half of the man's words almost made everyone gasp.
"Don't hurt it! Catch it alive! I'm counting on it to make money!"
Seeing that the two people in front suddenly became much more cautious and pretended to be harmless as they approached the trunk, Wang Pingmao curled his lips and suddenly smiled at one of the guys.
The other person's eyes lit up, thinking that there was a way. Just as a smile appeared on his face, the fat, furry figure suddenly jumped and swung the baseball bat fiercely.
"Tremble, mortal!"
"Ugh!"
There were screams mixed with a few bloody teeth flying out. Then, shouts and screams continued to sound, mixed with the sound of sticks hitting bodies.
Outside the gym's gate, the two young men in black guarding the gate listened to the sound in the garage, looked at each other, and shrugged indifferently.
This kind of sound can be heard here every few days, and even passers-by are used to it.
Under the bright sunshine, a figure in a blue warrior uniform ran back to the yard in a panic, wiped the blood from his nose, and hurriedly grabbed a wooden sword.
There was a clang-clang sound, and Wang Ping walked out of the garage dragging a bloody baseball bat. A circle of people were lying behind him, some covering their faces and some hugging their legs. There were less than five people who could still stand up, and they all scattered and hid far away.
“Haha!”
Seeing the middle-aged man in the yard ready to rush over with a wooden sword in hand, Wang Ping sneered, stopped looking at the courtyard, and just waited there with his head tilted.
Three seconds later, with a dull "bang" sound, the man covered his chin and quickly retreated.
"There's not even one person who can fight, loser!"
He raised his paw and threw the bat. Wang Ping tilted his head to look around and then laughed.
On the wooden steps on the left, a woman in black with a delicate face was looking at him in surprise. On the small wooden table in front of her, there was a tea set with steam rising from it. When she saw him looking over, she shrank back as if frightened.
"The guy is average, but the girl is pretty good!"
Wang Ping didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and suddenly he had the idea of playing a prank. He stretched out his two little black paws and ran over as if asking for a hug.
"Don't be afraid, little sister. I won't hit you!"
"Fangzi, be careful! Get out of the way!"
A middle-aged man screamed in the yard. I don’t know if it was because his teeth had fallen out, but his speech was lisp.
But then, the badger was seen running in front of Fangzi, rubbing its bloody claws and furry face on her clothes, but it did not make any further movements.
The eyes of everyone in the yard nearly popped out of their heads. Do small animals these days all look at faces so carefully
The man held his breath and was about to approach quietly. He saw Fangzi tentatively touching the head of a badger, then curled the corner of her mouth, slowly reached for his neck with her jade hand, and at a certain moment, suddenly twisted it violently.
"What the hell is the ball!"
The man exclaimed.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, the fat little animal's neck was instantly bent diagonally.