Chapter 75
Local tyrant???
Kenji Hagiwara glanced at Toushu Tadara frequently.
Totsuka Tadara looked gentle and fragile with a smile on her face, accepting everyone's gaze calmly.
"It doesn't look like it at all." said Jinpei Matsuda.
He looks good-tempered and gentle, and it is hard to equate Tosugano with a muscular man with tattoos who collects protection money everywhere.
Jutsu Tadara explained, "The world I live in is a little different from this one."
"There are seven kings who govern different areas. I belong to the Red Clan, the third king."
Hagiwara Kenji nodded, not quite understanding: "So that's how it is."
"As for the Ten Bunches, it seems that they should be more lawful?" Ida Channel.
The term "local tyrant" should just be a joke, right?
Jutsuka Tadara shook his head, recalling his time with Homura, his smile growing ever gentler and more nostalgic. "My king symbolized violence and passion, and those who gathered around him were those who admired his abilities and sought power."
When Hagiwara Kenji heard this, he began to understand that what Totsuka Tadara said at the beginning about the local tyrant might be true.
It symbolizes violence and passion, and sounds very down-to-earth.
"Everyone is so cute. It's not so much about violence as it is about the pursuit of freedom."
Jutsu Tadara's nostalgic gaze dispelled everyone's initial surprise. Date Kou placed a full beer in front of him and smiled brightly, "Looks like they're a very nice bunch. I'd really like to meet them someday."
The large beer glass was bubbling with bubbles, and the cup had an icy touch.
Juzuka Tadara held the beer glass: "There will always be a way."
Kurokawa Akiho stuffed a thick tamamasa into his mouth, his cheeks bulging from eating. He looked at the beer mugs in front of everyone with his round cat eyes, feeling a little puzzled.
Why didn't he?
Kenji Hagiwara livened up the atmosphere, and after Totsuka Tadara finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the red-haired man who had remained silent.
"What about Oda? What did you do in the past?"
Although the red-haired man doesn't talk much, he is passionate about making chili hot dogs, which makes people wonder what he used to do.
Someone who loves cooking so much shouldn't be a local bully like Tousu Tadara, right?
Oda Sakunosuke, who was called, slowly raised his head and looked at the police officers who were looking at him with curiosity.
He put down his glass and spoke slowly, "I used to be a killer, and later became a gangster."
Eh?
Kenji Hagiwara opened his eyes, as if startled.
Matsuda Jinpei: "It turned out to be the Mafia."
A local boss, a mafia gang, and a room full of former police officers.
Oh, that’s not right, Zero should still be a public security officer now.
So wonderful.
Yi Dahang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
There was some surprise in Amuro Toru's eyes when he looked at Oda Sakunosuke.
No one expected that the taciturn red-haired man was actually a killer. They thought that Totsuka Totsuka's status as a local tyrant was already a big contrast.
"Mafia sounds cool, much cooler than local tyrants." Tosuko Tadara touched his chin and compared the two names carefully.
Sure enough, when I introduced myself just now, I should have said that I was a member of the Homukuro family?
Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head and took a sip of beer.
Compared to the Mafia, things are more relaxed now, but it's a pity that I can't drink Lupin wine.
Hagiwara Kenji came back to his senses and teased with a smile: "It's hidden so deeply."
"But now we're all colleagues. What should we call them? Park employees? It doesn't sound like a local boss."
Kenji Hagiwara seriously considered the question of how to address him.
Date Ko suggested, "If we drink, we should clink glasses, right?"
Zhu Fujingguang nodded and raised the wine glass in his hand.
Kurokawa Akiho ate the last bite of the tamagoyaki to relieve his hunger. When he looked up, he found that their employees had raised their glasses to clink them.
And he still didn't have any beer of his own.
He wrinkled his nose and raised his glass: "I want a beer too."
Matsuda Jinpei looked at Kurokawa Akiwa and interrupted him coldly: "You can't drink, kid."
Kurokawa Akifumi's pretty face wrinkled, and his voice was filled with dissatisfaction: "I will be 21 next month!"
The law stipulates that people can drink at the age of 20, and the former police officers here certainly know this better than he does.
Jinpei Matsuda was a little surprised.
He really didn't see it.
Ida Hang nodded: "Indeed, I am old enough to drink."
Kurokawa Akishige looked at Date Ko with hope.
The wine glass for Shizhu was given by Date Ko, so it should be given to him as well, right?
In the past, Reborn would strictly control his contact with alcoholic beverages, but after he became an adult, he was so addicted to playing games that he completely forgot that he had never drunk alcohol.
"It's okay to have a drink." Ida said.
Matsuda Jinpei shouted with a half-mooned look in his eyes, "Squad Leader, are you sure this kid didn't lie about his age?"
Kurokawa Akishige glared at Matsuda Jinpei fiercely: "No."
He would never do something like lying about his age.
Kenji Hagiwara's gaze stayed on Akiwa Kurokawa, and then fell on Toru Amuro.
This is really incredible.
In the end, Kurokawa Akishige replaced the juice in his hand with beer as he wished and clinked glasses with everyone.
The beer was bubbling with small bubbles, and the steam would reach the tip of his nose when he drank it. He took a sip, and the tip of his tongue was stimulated by the bubbles and felt a slight spicy taste.
It's not as good as the non-alcoholic beer in the park.
He took one sip and completely lost interest, his gaze fixed on the grilled cheese rolls as he continued to finish the numerous dishes he had ordered.
His snow-white cheeks were bulging from eating so much. He wanted to drink some water but felt a bit embarrassed looking at the large glass of beer, so he took a small sip.
I regret it.
It really doesn't taste good.
But switching back to juice would be embarrassing.
How could a principal embarrass himself in front of his employees? The young principal, carrying a burden, sighed.
"Speaking of age, the young principal really looks like Amuro." Hagiwara Ken tapped the table with two fingers.
Juzuka Tadara: "What do you mean?"
Hagiwara Kenji didn't rush to announce it, and started to keep the secret: "Guess how old that guy is."
Totsuka Tadara looked at Amuro Toru and thought for a moment: "He looks very young. People would believe he's a high school student."
Kurokawa Akishige pricked up one ear and listened to their discussion.
"Come to think of it, Amuro is already 29 years old," said Morufushi Kagemitsu.
Kurokawa Akiho choked and looked at Amuro Toru with his round cat eyes in shock.
It's completely invisible.
Toru Amuro placed a glass of juice next to Akito Kurokawa and smiled at the shocked Tadara Totsuka.
Hagiwara Kenji sighed: "This is the baby face."
The atmosphere in the space was lively and the team-building activity seemed to have brought everyone closer together.
Kurokawa Akishige looked at the juice in front of him, then picked up the beer and took a sip.
He blinked in confusion.
Is the juice becoming unpalatable?
Several figures walked past the door of the private room one after another, pushing and shoving as if they were having an argument, and their bodies hit the door of the Japanese-style room with a loud noise.
With a "bang".
The lively atmosphere was interrupted.
Amuro's face darkened and he looked out the door.
Morofushi Kagemitsu, Matsuda Jinpei, and Hagiwara Kenji also looked over.
Yi Dahang put down the beer glass in his hand and frowned: "I'll go see what's going on."
After he stood up, the other four colleagues and Oda Sakunosuke also stood up.
Jutsu Tadara has become accustomed to being called the weakest cadre, and in this situation he has understood what to do that is best for the team.
Kurokawa Akishige frowned and placed the beer glass in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound.
Why doesn’t juice taste good anymore?
The argument outside the door grew louder and louder, and screams were heard.
Ueda Ena stepped back in fear, pretending to be brave and shouting, "I'm calling the police! Let Noriko go!"
The little black men with weapons in their hands grinned and didn't take the call to the police seriously at all.
Xiao Hei, wearing a baseball cap, shackled the hostage Sanwei Noriko.
The three-person gang has a clear division of labor.
Xiao Hei, wearing a headscarf, pried open the cash register and took out all the cash inside.
"You are worthy of being the boss. There is so much cash in this store. We can rest for a long time after we rob it this time." Xiao Hei, holding a baseball bat in his hand, smiled ferociously.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell that woman to shut up." Xiao Hei, wearing a headscarf, commanded.
There were tears in the corners of Sanwei Kiko's eyes, and she was shaking with fear.
Ena Ueda bumped into the door as she backed away, and looked at the baseball bat that was coming down at her with a look of despair. Fear made her close her eyes tightly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The pain didn't fall on her.
Ueda Ena opened her eyes tremblingly.
The baseball bat that was about to hit her was grasped by a strong hand, and the door of the private room behind her opened at some point.
Ida Hang held the baseball bat with a serious expression.
The seemingly suspicious guests stepped forward in this difficult situation.
Ueda Ena's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Hagiwara Kenji quickly threw the baseball-capped little black boy to the ground: "Making a girl cry is the lowest form of behavior."
Xiao Hei with the turban put the last piece of cash into the bag. When he turned around, he saw his two brothers tied up and six serious and indifferent faces staring at him.
The turbaned Xiao Hei swallowed and said, "...it's all a misunderstanding."
He took the packed cash out of the bag and stuffed it back into the cash drawer: "I'm leaving now."
…
The three were tied up tightly.
Ueda Ena and Mio Noriko kept thanking them: "Thank you."
She had actually suspected that these people were bad people because they covered themselves too tightly.
Mio Noriko's face was full of embarrassment.
"Oh my god, are you all okay?" The owner of the restaurant, who was a bit overweight, rushed over from the kitchen, breathless. He hurriedly checked his employees up and down to see if they were injured. After confirming that they were all fine, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thankfully, everything's fine."
Ueda Ena: "Thanks to these guests, otherwise it would have been terrible."
The restaurant owner shook Date Ko's hand and thanked him gratefully, "Thank you so much for this time."
When he arrived, he also noticed the miserable state of the cash register and realized that if he had not met these brave customers today, all his profits would have been gone.
Not only will the profits be lost, but the concerns of his employees will also be seriously damaged.
"All the dishes ordered by the guests today are free. No, they will be free from now on, for the rest of their lives. Thank you so much." The restaurant owner held Ida Ko's hand tightly.
"We really don't know how to thank you, this is the only way."
"You're welcome. It's my duty." Yi Dahang couldn't handle such enthusiasm and looked at the people behind him for help.
Matsuda Jinpei watched the scene with interest: "Come on, squad leader."
Datehang: "Matsuda...!"
Hagiwara Kenji patted Date Kou's shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, squad leader."
Date Hang: “…”
Zhu Fu Jingguang had a smile on his face, but he had no intention of coming forward to help.
Toru Amuro stood beside Keimitsu Morufushi and gave him a cheering gesture.
Oda Sakunosuke even slipped back into the private room early.
Yi Dahang: “…” Unreliable.
Jutsuka Tadara looked at the people who had returned and asked in a low voice, "Is it resolved?"
Hagiwara Kenji nodded. "There were three robbers, but they were taken care of before they could do anything."
Jinpei Matsuda noticed Totsukuda's voice and felt a little confused.
Toushu Tadara smiled and pointed at Kurokawa Akiwa who was sitting still.
Toru Amuro looked at the black-haired young man who had not changed his movements since he left, and a guess arose in his heart.
The black-haired headmaster sat upright, his round eyes misted over as he stared at the wine glass in his hand in confusion.
He heard the voice behind him, turned his head and stared at the few people with his blue eyes blankly, and said in a somewhat aggrieved voice: "The juice seems to be bad."
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