Soon, Kazuma and Baifeng Yuyin came to the end of this old railway.

　　 In front of the terminal, the sea and the seaside road.

　　 A handsome four-wheeled modified car parked on the side of the road, with the words "Earth House" written on the door with very rock graffiti.

　　 The manager of the earth house is holding a quaint folk guitar, and he doesn’t know what tunes are.

　　 Kazuma stopped and looked at Bai Feng Yuyin: "So, you have already decided, right? No matter what I say, I can't change it."

　　 Bai Feng Yuyin gave him a refreshing, impurity-free smile: "Yes, so there will be no regrets. I don't blame me, who calls Japan an island country? No matter how far you walk along the railroad track, you can only go to the sea."

　　 "So I told you to fly." Despite this scene, Kazuma still teased.

　　 Bai Feng Yuyin laughed loudly, giving people a free and easy feeling.

　　 On top of her head, new entries gradually reappeared.

　　 Baifeng Tigress

　　 What? It's not a handsome entry at all.

　　 Kazuma thought so, especially when this tiger was pronounced tora.

　　 Hakumine looked at Kazuma and said, "Although this place is not too far from Tokyo, it is very desolate. You may not have a car passing by after a day. Then you will definitely not be able to stop me in time."

　　 After speaking, she pulled the car door directly and got into the car.

　　 She looked ahead, as if she never planned to take a look at Kazuma again.

　　 The lines of her face suddenly became as hard as iron, just like those tough guys in American action movies.

Kazuma knew that it was useless to say anything to Beichuan, so he looked at the old man in the earth house and said, "Old man, it’s too cruel to hang me here, right? I promise not to stop her, so you can take me back. it is good?"

　　 The old man glanced at him, and suddenly said, "There are some things that should be decided by myself. How about watching her gently this time like me? This is the path she chose by her own will after all."

　　 Kazuma was about to speak, the old man got in the car and started the car directly.

　　 "Hey!" Kazuma patted the door of the car, "How old are you, old man! I want to sue you for overage driving! I know two very powerful traffic police, you will not be able to eat!"

　　 The old man gave the accelerator a kick, and the car rushed out like a frightened bird.

　　 Kazuma wanted to use his own stunt, but Bai Feng Yuyin suddenly opened the back door of the car and knocked him into the air unexpectedly.

　　 Waiting for him to stand up, the car has already ran away.

　　 Although he has an entry about parkour like Jackie Chan, it can only be effective on urban roads where other cars can be borrowed. Those who can chase cars on such a road are not called Jackie Chan, they are called T1000.

　　 Kazuma stomped hard: "Fuck!"

　　 But before the time of despair, this is a road after all. No matter how few cars there are, it is also a road, and it is a road by the sea. Maybe there are young people driving along the sea?

　　 Kazuma was about to stand on the railing on the side of the road and look at the direction of the traffic. Suddenly I found a box of six bottles of mineral water and a bag of pineapple buns beside the railing.

　　 Obviously this was left by the old man of the Earth House.

　　 Kazuma looked at these "materials" with a smile, and suddenly felt that my stomach was really hungry, and I had to add some energy.

　　 So he squatted down and picked up the water and pineapple buns, tearing open the packaging and taking a bite of the bag and drinking water.

While eating, he calculated that, in fact, he does not have to walk back to Tokyo. Maybe he will come across a place where he can take a car on the way. He brings his wallet and has a monthly pass in it.-Well, the monthly pass for transportation in Tokyo is definitely not allowed in this wilderness Lingyong, I don't know if the thousands of yen in his wallet will be enough to go to Tokyo by car.

　　 Kazuma After eating three pineapple buns, drank a bottle and a half of water, feeling full of power again.

　　 He began to consider the feasibility of physically running back to Tokyo.

　　 But it is foreseeable that in order to stop Bai Feng, there will be a battle, and the physical strength is exhausted first, how can I fight this?

　　——Damn, why isn’t my plug-in the little Goku in Dragon Ball? With the physical ability to swim across the Pacific, it’s not a matter of running back to Tokyo.

　　 Kazuma sighed, holding a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and shouted: "Somersault cloud!"

　　 Of course, nothing responded to him, and the echo of the distant mountain gave people a very silly feeling.

　　 Kazuma curled his lips and thought of another way: Tamamo said that if you suddenly enter the world of mystery, just sing that song, and then she will come.

　　 So he hummed the melody.

　　 hummed three times, but there was no response.

　　 Kazuma sighed and was about to go to Tokyo first. Suddenly I saw two people pushing their motorcycles along the railway towards this side.

　　 The two stopped when they saw Kazuma, as if they were afraid of Kazuma.

Takashi Hanabu stepped forward and shouted: "Kiryu-san! Don't be angry! We didn't follow you two! We went to the motorcycle chute halfway, and spent a lot of time trying to get it out! Intimate photos of you two, We didn't get it! If you don't believe me, I can check the film for you!"

　　 Kazuma: "Can you still use motorcycles?"

　　 Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other.

　　 Then Daisuke Wakamiya, who was pushing the cart, stepped on the motorcycle, stepped on a few pedals, and the fire started.

　　 "It seems to work!" he shouted to Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma: "Then I ask you a question, if I want to grab your motorcycle now, what should you two do?"

　　 Hanaba Takashi and Wakamiya Daisuke looked at each other.

　　 Kazuma puts an umbrella in a fencing posture.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Wakamiya got off the motorcycle.

　　 "Please!" Takashi Hanabu said loudly.

　　 "Okay, you push the car here." Kazuma said, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

　　 It took five minutes for Takashi Hanabu and Daisuke Wakamiya to push the car onto the road.

　　 Kazuma stepped on the motorcycle to start a fire, and Takashi Hanabu pressed his shoulder: "I want an exclusive interview!"

　　 "Well, when the matter is over, I will tell you a wonderful story that no one would think it is a fact." Kazuma replied.

　　 "Deal!" Takashi Hanabu pressed the shoulder of Kazuma and let go, directly changing into a handshake posture.

　　Kazuma held his hand: "Deal!"

　　 Takashi Hanabu firmly shook the hand of Kazuma, and stood back after releasing it: "Should I wish you good luck in your martial arts?"

　　 Kazuma just smiled, started the car again, and was about to give oil, suddenly remembered something, and threw the remaining mineral water and bread to the reporter and his photographer.

　　 Then Kiryuu Kazuma kicked off the ground and drove off with a motorcycle.

　　 Takashi Hanaba watched Kazuma disappear into the distance, and then looked down at the mineral water and bread.

　　 "Do you think we can get this motorcycle back?" he asked Daisuke Wakamiya.

　　 "I think... maybe I can get some parts back? Don't be so pessimistic, didn't the Harley that Kiryu rode before, didn't he come back well?"

　　 "That's a Harley, we're just an ordinary Suzuki motorcycle." Hanafang Takashi said and gave a pineapple bun to Daisuke Wakamiya, and ate it himself.

　　Wakamiya Daisuke ate the bag while asking, "What should I do now? Go back to Tokyo? You are relaxed. I am carrying a bunch of photography equipment, which is very heavy."

　　 "Stop complaining, I also bring a pencil and a notepad. How do you say that, the pencil is the typewriter in the hands of the frontline reporter. Do you understand the typewriter?" said Hanakata Takashi.

　　 "How can I stand up with your partner."

"Come on, if you don't worry about my literary reporter smashing your precious lens, let's take turns carrying the camera bag, and you choose it yourself." After saying that, Takashi Hanabu took water and bread and started walking towards Tokyo. "When you see a car, remember to stretch your thumb to stop the car. Maybe we can meet a kind uncle or something and let us hitchhiker."

　　 Wakamiya Daisuke adjusted the strap of the whole camera bag, and said angrily: "If there is a car, I will stretch it out."

　　**

　　 Bai Feng Yuyin returned to Bai Summit. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The headquarters of Bai Summit did not change from when she left. Everyone is still busy preparing for the funeral.

　　 "Miss is back!" Ruozhong who was the first to find Bai Fengyuyin let out a surprise cry.

　　 Bai Feng Yuyin glanced at him, and suddenly said: "You are Quan Shiro, I remember you are a male in your house, you are delisted, get out."

　　 "Huh?" If everyone was shocked, they were about to say something, but they were stopped by Sakata Shinsaku coming out of the door.

　　 "Didn't you hear what the lady said?" Shinsaku Sakata showed his vicious face when he was collecting debts. "You have been expelled. Now you are a common citizen. Get out of our house!"

　　 "But..."

　　 "Throw him out!" Shinsaku Sakata ordered, and immediately a group of people gathered around and threw Quan Shiro out of the door of the White Summit.

Bai Feng Yuyin didn’t even look at the people who were thrown out. He walked straight to the house, and ordered as he walked: “Shoot away all the only sons in the family. The two brothers are in the meeting, get rid of the younger brother. analogy."

　　 "Understood!" Shinsaku Sakata didn't ask why, because there was no need to ask.

　　 After tomorrow, the White Summit may not exist.

　　 Entering the back room, the cadres of the White Summit had already knelt down in two rows according to the ranking.

　　Bai Feng Yuyin walked straight to the top seat, and then turned gorgeously: "Tomorrow is a total battle, either they die, or we die. I heard that Fushou Gang despise our Jidao, and let them see our roots tomorrow!"

　　The cadres bowed down together: "Ha!"

　　 At this time, Bai Feng Yuyin stood in front of everyone, the curve of his figure resembling a marble statue of ancient Rome as solemn and solemn.

　　 The sliding door behind her opened, and several female family members of the cadres pushed out the activity hanger. On the hanger was a gorgeous black kimono. The texture of the kimono was white mountains and mountains.

　　 Sakata Shinsaku’s wife, Xuezi, holding a long knife, knelt down beside Baifeng Yuyin, and respectfully raised the knife above her head.

　　 Baifeng picked up the knife, and then whispered: "Yukiko, I can't wear a kimono."

　　 "Be at ease." Xuezi said softly, "I am here."

　　 At this time, the current cadre's assistant Junji Shunji raised his head and asked: "Chairman, the lawyer named Shiba Yutaku is here again yesterday, waiting in the annex."

　　 "Let him go! Let us take revenge without relying on their strange skills and tricks." Bai Feng Yuyin ordered awe-inspiringly.

　　 "Ha!" Guan Jun'er responded loudly, and resumed his kneeling posture.

　　**

　　 White summit, secret room.

President Bai Feng listened to the newsletter and laughed: "Okay! Very good! Unexpectedly, my granddaughter is more suitable to be the president than I thought. After this level, it is possible to become the president of the Kanto United in the future. Yeah. The first female chief, hahahaha!"

　　 "But, what if she can't make it?" asked another person in the secret room.

"Isn't it just you Qiu Dong's presence? If we feint, the Fushou Gang will still not be solved by the real boxing club, then you should not mix up." President Bai Feng paused, and then finished a toast to Qiu Dong." Cheers!"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Qiu Dongwan also raises his glass: "Cheers!"

　　The wine was red as blood came into the mouths of the two of them.

　　 "However, even if we kill the Fushou Gang, there is no guarantee that your granddaughter will survive. The Fushou Gang is very strong, exceptionally strong." Qiu Dongwan put down the cup and said.

　　 Mr. Bai Feng suddenly sighed: "Oh, in fact, this loss is also very painful for me. But it doesn't matter if I can get rid of the Fushou Gang. If my son and granddaughter are dead, as long as I am not dead, Bai Summit will still be there."

　　 After finishing speaking, he laughed, he looked like a triumphant Rat King.

　　 Qiu Dong smiled politely, then got up and said goodbye: "Then I will go back and prepare to assault the Fushou Gang."

　　 "Good, say hello to Mr. Hechuan for me."

　　 Qiu Dong didn't answer, and walked away.

　　**

　　Because of unfamiliar roads, Kazuma returned home at four o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 He stopped the motorcycle that was running out of gas at the gate of the dojo, strode into the dojo from the courtyard.

　　 Jinguji Tamamo is sitting in the dojo, watching Kazuma. On the small table in front of her, there is a sip of untouched refreshments and cold tea.

　　 "I'll talk about the details when I come back." Kazuma dropped this sentence, turned and called Amao, "Amao, give me Harley's key! Is it full of oil?"

　　 "Yes, it's full!" Amao's voice came from the corridor, "I will get the key."

　　 Kazuma strode to the knife holder, and took off the soaked jacket, leaving only a white shirt on his body.

　　 He first picked up the Bizen Ossune with authentic writing, untied the tie of the knife room, took the knife out carefully from the inside, and carried it back to his back.

　　 Then he walked to Mura Yu, and also unfastened the belt of the knife room to take out the knife.

　　 Chiyoko entered the dojo at exactly this time, and when he saw the posture of Kazuma, he was shocked: "Brother, what are you going to do? Where's Saxuri?"

　　 "I am going to bring her back."

　　 Chiyoko looked at the knife in Kazuma: "You...I believe you if you are going to kill her!"

　　 "Well, I really want to kill a guy named Baifeng Yuyin." Kazuma glanced at his sister, smiled, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

　　 Chiyoko: "What the hell? Why can't I understand what you are saying?"

　　 At this time, Amo came in with the motorcycle key and handed it to Kazuma.

　　 "Master, I think Ms. Beichuan is a good person," Amao said softly, "So I leave it to you."

　　 "Yeah." Kazuma nodded, handed all the things he brought back to Amao, and took the key to the motorcycle.

　　 Suddenly, he remembered something, and took back the strap with the bento box, and took out the red scarf that had not had time to tear off the plastic packaging from it.

　　 He opened the plastic packaging bag and took out the scarf.

　　 To be honest, this scarf has a sense of cheapness everywhere. The fabric is very thin and the stitches are big. It makes people suspect that there is no warmth at all. It is good to be dressed in summer. After all, it is ventilated.

　　 is indeed a gift chosen by a rock girl.

　　 Kazuma threw away the plastic packaging, and solemnly wrapped the scarf around his neck.

　　 He glanced at Amao and asked, "How?"

　　 Amo thumbs up: "Very Kamen Rider."

　　 Kazuma smiled, holding Harley's key, strode towards the yard.

　　 Behind him, Jinguji Tamamo suddenly began to beat the table, playing a rhythm like a taiko drum.

　　 This reminded him of Kazuma and reminded him that he should recite two poems. But after thinking about it for a long time, Kazuma was stunned and couldn't think of what to read.

　　 It is either that there is no poetry to recite, or it is unexpectedly suitable.

　　 Forget it, he thought, the burning flame in my chest now is enough to guarantee me invincibility.

Rather, what’s going on now is my poem. I don’t need to rely on other people’s power~lightnovelpub.net~Kazuma stepped on the drums and walked into the suddenly heavy rain, walked into the night, and crossed Go to Halle.

　　 "By the way, the Suzuki motorcycle at the door, Amo, fill up the gas for me, fix it, and then return it to Takashi Hanaba."

　　 After he finished speaking, without waiting for his apprentice to respond, he kicked the accelerator and drove Harley out of the yard.

　　 The moment he left the yard, he saw the direction he was going. A handsomely decorated four-wheel drive vehicle was parked in the middle of the road with all four headlights on.

　　Because of the backlight, Kazuma can't see the driver, but he can recognize the car.

　　 Unexpectedly, the first person to stop him was the old man in the Earth Room.

　　 Although it is far away, Kazuma can already hear the roar of the four-wheel drive engine.

　　 And he twisted the throttle, put in gear, and Harley returned the color.

　　 The four-wheel drive seemed to be irritated, and roared toward the direction of Kazuma.

　　 Kazuma didn't mean to change direction at all. Harley's throttle was twisted to death, and the headlights of the car also emitted light that was not inferior to the four headlights of a four-wheel drive.

　　 Two knights riding on steel beasts launched a classic knight showdown in this modern Tokyo city.

　　 At the moment of the collision, the front wheel of the four-wheel drive slammed and rushed into the open space formed by the demolition with the car.

　　 Amidst the harsh braking sound, the four-wheel drive drifted more than half a circle in the clearing, and then returned to the road, only the direction of the front of the car was changed.

　　 And Harley's figure has disappeared into the rain, and only the knight's red scarf burning like a flame can be seen.

　　The old knight on the four-wheel drive put down the handbrake, looked at the flames going away, and whispered, "It's... an incredible young man."