Kazuma glanced at the overjoyed Chiyoko with complaining eyes.
However, Chiyoko's emotions have been suppressed for a day today, and now she's relaxed, it's understandable to want to have fun.
Glancing at Ma and the jihadists who started to confront each other again, they sighed: "Okay, I don't care what kind of president you are waiting for at my door. If your president wants to come, come, anyway, the police will come with you tomorrow. You bravely asked for leave for me for the reason of being injured until the end of Golden Week, so I don't have to go to school."
Chiyoko: "Huh?"
"Ah, I forgot to tell you. By the way, the police will also ask for leave for you. The reason is to take care of the injured brother." He Ma said to his sister.
Chiyoko: "Mr. Police is really gentle."
Hema shrugged, then pulled Chiyoko up and went into the house: "Let's go, leave them alone."
"Is this really good? At least invite them into the room, or you will scare the passing neighbors tomorrow morning..."
Hema looked back at the battle of the Jidaos, and shook his head: "No, just let them stay here. Let them enter the house, it will really not be cleaned up."
Moreover, it feels that there is not enough space in the room, so many people must be crowded in the yard.
Hema took his sister two steps into the house, then remembered something, turned around and said to the Taoists: "Some of you are thirsty, you can go to the yard to drink tap water."
In theory, tap water in Japan can be drunk directly.
Bando turned his head and said to Kazuma: "Oh Si, I understand! Leave it to us at ease here!"
He Ma was too lazy to correct this misleading statement.
Let him go, with a little notoriety, maybe he can do things well in the future.
He Ma has been exercising a bit today, and with the blood loss from the wound, his physical energy has been exhausted.
He just wants to sleep well now.
Chiyoko was led into the house by the horse, but she still looked worriedly at the Yakuza outside the door. It seemed that she really didn't want to cause trouble to the neighbors.
But she has no way to drive away the extreme Taoists, so she can only give up.
**
And so the night passed and the sun rose.
Junta, the little boy who delivered the newspaper, began to earn his own pocket money by riding a bicycle as usual.
As long as another month of newspapers is delivered, he can buy the remote control car he has been dreaming of! Relying on the beautiful imagination of the remote control car, Junta encouraged his legs to step on the pedals desperately.
Turning around the intersection in front, Junta was about to take out the newspaper ordered by Kiryu's house, which occupies the largest area on this street, and throw it into the yard with a precise throw, but the scene in front of him made him pinch the brakes tightly.
The tires of the bicycle screeched against the ground.
The boy still stepped on the brakes with both feet, and finally he didn't hit the pole blocking the middle of the road.
Mrs. Chun opened her mouth, looking at the extreme Taoists who silently stared at each other.
I don't know how long these poles have been standing here, anyway, traces of dew can be seen on many people.
They were facing each other at the entrance of the dojo like terracotta warriors, exuding a bitter aura.
When Chuntai was at a loss, a rough voice suddenly asked, "Hey, child, what do you want?"
Chun Tai followed the prestige, almost peeing on the spot - he saw a scar-faced uncle wearing big sunglasses, looking down at him "kindly".
He squeezed out the last courage, and said tremblingly: "I, I deliver newspapers... yes, it belongs to this company."
"That's it, then give it to me." With that, the scar-faced uncle directly snatched the newspaper for Kiryu's family, "Don't be afraid, kid, we are making a movie."
Junta looked around, thinking that you are lying to a ghost, where is the camera
But he didn't dare to ask, he just nodded, turned around, got on his bicycle and ran away.
Today at school, Junta has another legendary experience that he can brag to his friends, and maybe he can play cool in front of Ayumi, who he secretly likes.
Thinking of this, Junta, who was so scared that she almost cried just now, grinned.
Before Chuntai had gone far, he heard a woman's exclamation from behind him. He guessed that some housewives who were going out to catch the morning market were frightened, but it was none of his business. He just wanted to stay as far away from this place as possible.
**
Shinsaku Sakata took the newspaper he had just brought from the newsboy and walked towards the letter box that was knocked down in the car accident yesterday, helped the box up, inserted it firmly on the ground, and then stuffed the newspaper into it.
Then he faced Nishikiyama Pingta again.
"Jin Shansang," he said, his tone was completely different from the tone he had just given to the boy just now. By comparison, he was indeed very kind to the boy just now. "It's not good for us to just stand like this? It's already scary. There are quite a few people here, if this continues, it will affect the daily life of the neighbors in the neighborhood, and it will go against the teachings of your benefactor, Kazama-san, right?"
"It's really rare that Sakata-san also knows Kazama-san's teachings." Jinshan Heita retorted, "Your attitude towards that boy just now is not at all like the tiger of Baifeng who has beaten a bloody path with a steel pipe."
"I really like children, in every sense." Shinsaku Sakata responded.
Jinshan Pingta sneered: "If one day you are planted, I will definitely eat Matsusaka beef to celebrate."
"Don't say it as if you are a good person. Do you do less about wicked people? Does Kazama above you do less?" Sakata Shinsaku pushed his sunglasses, "We are all people who will go to Abi Hell, Just don't despise each other, isn't it good to get along with love?"
Jinshan Pingta did not refute.
Because it cannot be refuted.
In this world, good Yakuza only exists in movies or TV dramas, and these works are generally invested by companies with Yakuza background.
One day in the future, God's punishment will definitely come to him, and Jinshan Pingtai is very clear about this.
But until then, he will try his best to climb up, and he will not stop.
Nishizawa Pingta reconfirmed his inner determination, and then continued to confront Sakata Shinsaku.
**
At the same time, the Metropolitan Police Department Building in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.
Although he was busy until late at night yesterday, Detective Shiratori came to the Metropolitan Police Department early today to search Section 4.
As the fourth section that is responsible for dealing with organized crime, it is still under the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and it will be cut off to establish the "Organized Crime Countermeasures Department" after more than 20 years.
From the moment he walked into the Metropolitan Police Department building, Detective Shiratori had the feeling that he was being watched by everyone.
After entering the floor where the criminal department is located, this feeling is even stronger.
After entering the office of the No. 4 Search Section, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.
The entrance of the fourth class was also quickly crowded with colleagues from the first, second and third classes who came to watch.
Shiratori's partner, Takayama Detective, applauded first.
At first, there were sporadic applause, followed by thunderous applause from the entire office.
The head of the fourth search section opened the door from his office, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, went directly to the criminal police officer Shiratori, and handed the coffee to him.
"Thank you, Shiratori-kun." The section chief, who was younger than Shiratori, said in the voice of a superior praising a subordinate.
Shiratori smiled and raised his coffee cup to greet everyone.
The head of the section waited for a few seconds before the applause fell, and then said to Shiratori, "I'll go to the office of the head of the criminal department later."
Shiratori nodded silently.