The latest website: "Ah, what smells so stinky... Who am I talking about, it turns out to be the clerk of Pachinko's store... You didn't lose anything from last time, but my stored value card was stolen by you. It's frozen, and I've lost hundreds of thousands of yen just from the principal in it."

Looking at the scar on the corner of the opponent's brow and the dark muzzle of the gun, Sousuke Araki suddenly realized.

"Who told you that, I mean the wharf... Anyway, you don't want to leave this place today, I'm looking forward to seeing you begging for mercy later." Gong Lin didn't finish his words, and quickly stopped.

There is no evidence of what happened on the pier, and they have now transferred it to the Holy Ghost Galactic Alliance Church. The official line of sight is not on the Elysium for the time being.

"The seven of you couldn't beat me last time, so this time, do you have to rely on more people and more guns?"

Seemingly provoking the opponent calmly, Sousuke Araki looked at the surrounding environment and secretly stepped closer to the opponent.

Two years ago, Ryoma warned him that his ears were calloused. Of course, he knew that the other party was here for the matter on the pier, and he just deliberately numbed the other party with his words.

After all, the other party has guns in their hands, and if they fight recklessly, their chances of winning are slim.

I can only try to see if I can hijack the person on the opposite side.

All in all, he had prepared for the worst.

"Put the gun away, so many people still hold guns to one person, this is not in line with the rules of the road..."

In the darkness, a voice came from behind the shed.

Only then did Araki Sousuke realize that behind the table over there, a person was standing with his back to him.

Under the dim light, on Kitayama Tiger Taro's lean back, the red Prajna grimace smiled silently.

It's a pity that he was too short, and no one noticed the posture that Sosuke Araki had maintained from the moment he entered the door.

Before turning around, Kitayama Tiger Taro pressed the muzzle of Gong Lin's gun.

"Sorry, this time, your opponent is me."

Gong Lin glanced at the muzzle that was deformed by him: "This is the only one in the meeting..."

"Jianghu matter, Jianghu. I've read your information, and I think you are a person who has walked through Ren Xia Dao, then follow the rules of the Dao, if you beat me, you can leave alive... If you lose, just stay. Come on."

Ignoring Miyabayashi at all, Kitayama Tiger Taro said to Sousuke Araki with a savvy look.

"You're a very good person to talk about. But, are you sure... you want to fight me one-on-one? Isn't this a new type of deception, looking for a disabled person to blackmail my medical bills?"

Araki Sousuke looked at the thin and short man in front of him, and confirmed to Gonglin with a bit of tears and laughter.

This man, who is covered in ribs and less than 1.6 meters tall, doesn't look like he is very good at fighting.

Or have you practiced some kind of peculiar fighting technique?

It reminded him of a certain little guy in WWE who was good at "619".

"You kid, don't look down on people..."

Feeling the other party's distrustful eyes and the naked humiliation in his words, Kitayama Tiger Taro angrily overturned the wooden table beside him, and the durian pizza fell to the ground.

Man: "I also said to pack up later..."

Before obtaining the miracle granted by the organization, Kitayama Tiger Taro's life was gloomy.

Because of his worship of the so-called "extreme way" and "Ren Xia" spirit, he dropped out of junior high school and followed several seniors in the Dao.

In the jungle that advocates martial arts, every member of the jidao will practice his skills hard in order to win the road, and Kitayama Tiger Taro is no exception.

However, it may be a matter of talent and genetics. No matter how hard he exercises and eats scientifically, his height and muscles have not grown significantly.

Martial arts comprehension is also very poor. After practicing karate for nearly 20 years, he finally failed the black belt test and was expelled from the division.

On the contrary, he is quite experienced in being beaten.

Depressed, he could only be a parking boy in a nightclub, and he just watched helplessly as his companions who had joined the industry with him became famous, got promotions and raised wages, and went to prison...

Until he met the nobles in his life.

It was Minister Tiandou who gave him the chance to be reborn.

Of the five people who took the "miracle thing" at the same time, he was the only one who survived and gained the "miracle power".

Although he was organized into ice last year because of a little accident, but now, it is time for him to shine again.

"The first three groups are like a lot of people, with 'Three-Headed Prajna', Kitayama Tiger Taro, see the reference!"

Having said that, Kitayama Tiger Taro stretched out his ribs, and stance was full of momentum, the red prajna, white prajna and laughing prajna on his back and shoulders grinned silently.

"Remember, I am the one who ended your life!"

However, the "Three Prajna Tattoos", which were originally delicately composed, looked as shabby as a little devil on his thin body.

"You wait..."

Seeing the seriousness of the other party, Sousuke Araki put the pizza aside, took off his helmet, and immediately began to take off his underwear.

This special camera suit belongs to the company, and the deposit has been paid. If it gets dirty, it will be troublesome.

"You brat, it's too late to offer your body to beg for mercy... If you think about it before you insult me..."

Before Kitayama Tiger Taro finished speaking, Sousuke Araki had neatly taken off his special suit and folded it aside in a precious place.

He was shirtless, with only a pair of GU special striped boxers left, and one hand was poking into his crotch and scratching sourly: "Deliveryman No. 9527 at the Ikebukuro delivery station in the front pavilion, with a 'special durian pizza', Sousuke Araki , see you for dinner..."

Araki Sosuke is not too thick, but his strong body with clear water chestnuts is full of runes of unknown meaning.

On the sculptural inverted deltoid back, sitting cross-legged on a skeleton lotus platform, the lifelike angry-eyed Bodhisattva looked at the two with murderous eyes.

"Hey, this kid's tattoo is no joke..."

Seeing Sousuke Araki's exquisite tattoos and exaggerated size, Miyabayashi couldn't help but look at Kitayama Tiger Taro with some trepidation.

Didn't this kid in the data grow up in the welfare dean? Could it be the illegitimate son of some big boss in Nu Luoquan? If he kills him, will Bliss and Nuluo Quan start a full-scale war?

"Tsk tsk, looking at your tattoo, as expected, he is a very good man..."

On the contrary, Kitayama Tiger Taro got excited when he saw Sosuke Araki's exaggerated tattoo.

Generally, the tattoos of pole members are mainly on the back, shoulders, arms and chest.

The higher the level, the larger the area.

For example, the combination pattern of the back, shoulders and arms of Kitayama Tiger Taro's "Three Prajna" would take more than a year and endure countless pains to complete.

And it will take several years for a tattoo like Sousuke Araki to have a whole body.

is a cruel man.

Kitayama Tiger Taro has been in the extremist world since he was in his teens, and he has always admired the scene where the extremist gangsters show tattoos and fight naked if they disagree.

However, he is full of ribs, and others don't even bother to fight with his clothes~lightnovelpub.net~ Often when his sweater is taken off and his head is stuck, he is beaten to his knees and begging for mercy.

After obtaining the "miracle", he used his powerful strength to solve the battle with one blow, and there was no chance of breaking his clothes at all.

He was deeply regretful, and today he simply went shirtless from the very beginning.

"Come on, Jidao burst clothes life and death fight, in order to let me play longer, you should shoot first."

Saying so, Kitayama Torotaro excitedly placed his fists in front of him, his feet constantly beating.

Yes, after more than ten years of "extreme", it was the first time he had the opportunity to fight with people in violent clothes.

He even had the idea of ​​"Should I put on the vest and take it off again".

"No, what if you fall down and corrupt me as soon as I shoot, you should ask first."

How could Sousuke Araki be easily fooled, with his hands in front of one another in a Wing Chun gesture, but his eyes were warily gazing at Gonglin and the few people at the gate of the factory.