Chapter 432: The Bad Girl in the Sailor Suit Vs. The Gangster Lady

In the dark night, a gray mansion was illuminated by lights, just like the final reward in the game.

Even though the members of the Rampage Angels had not stepped on the accelerator or made loud noises under Xisaki's restraint, so many people gathered together and still woke up the surrounding residents. The lights of several households just turned on but went out in an instant.

Xisaki turned his head casually and saw half a head vaguely behind the window of the nearest house. He should be secretly observing.

He retracted his gaze and didn't care too much. The reason why Japanese gangs have been able to exist for so long is not only related to historical issues and legal systems, but also to their way of survival. Registered gangs can set up their headquarters next to the police station, let alone in residential areas.

The Japanese Constitution stipulates that citizens have the right to free association. In a sense, gangs are similar to neighborhood committees. Neon neighborhood committees can formulate special regional autonomy laws in certain special periods, and it is not uncommon to execute the death penalty.

If it is a fight between violent groups, the authorities will be happy to see it, but if it affects civilians, it may be banned and classified as a terrorist organization, and then completely eliminated. So the residents around are worried but not afraid. But if someone calls the police, there may be retaliation later.

But... it can't be delayed for too long.

Xisaki thought secretly in his heart.

"Hatagoro, go say hello to them." He shouted.

"Oh hiss." Hatagoro nodded, walked forward, put his hands in front of his mouth into a trumpet shape and shouted:

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded! If you don't want to die, then..."

Bang!

Before Hatagoro finished speaking, a fist hit him on the head.

"Asshole, don't disturb others' sleep!"

Xisaki said angrily, and at the same time, several lights in the surrounding houses turned on again, but of course they were immediately extinguished.

"But with such a big noise, they must have woken up a long time ago." Hatagoro covered his head and said aggrievedly.

"Idiot, this is the rule!"

Yes, the rule, even if they fight and bleed and scare the residents around to have a heart attack, they cannot disturb the people. Xisaki is familiar with this set of face-saving rules.

Just as Xisaki was scolding Hatagoro, a fat man in a T-shirt and shorts was quietly observing behind the window of a one-family building next to the headquarters of the Yamazakura Group.

What's going on? Has the enemy of the Yamazakura Group come to the door? Isn't it too unethical to attack in the middle of the night?

The fat man's name is Hana Taro. He was not woken up by the noise, but he didn't sleep at all. He didn't even sleep until four o'clock. Although his body was forced to stay in the present, his sights had long been looking towards tomorrow. Others go to bed at 12 o'clock in the evening, and he goes to bed at 12 o'clock in the morning. If you think about it, you will find that his time is one day earlier than others. This is a person living in the future!

He didn't pay attention to the first motorcycle, until he heard the sound of the fourth motorcycle, he angrily took off his headphones, wanting to see which bastards disturbed him and his wives from conquering the other world. Don't get me wrong, he didn't intend to yell at those bastards, he wasn't born in the Showa era, only those old men with a short life span would have such confidence. He just planned to write down the other party's license plate and report it tomorrow.

When he pulled his body out of the chair with difficulty, opened the curtains, and looked out, his chubby face turned pale instantly. This is not the Yakuza but the Delinquent!

The fancy motorcycles, the uniform uniforms, and the identities that can be seen at a glance.

These are different from the Yakuza. Generally speaking, as long as you don't go to those gray areas, you won't have the opportunity to contact them. But Delinquent is different, that is a bastard who makes trouble even when there is nothing to do!

What a bastard, if you have the money to get that ugly backrest, why not put a beautiful girl on it? Anime beautiful girl pain car is the most romantic! Even if you don't have a girlfriend, you can still go for a ride with your beautiful wife. Is there anything so happy in the world?

According to Hanatarō's idea, a truly good car should be like this:

A beauty sticker is pasted on the fuel tank of the motorcycle, with a blue-black single ponytail wife hairstyle, legs spread open, and the fleshy buttocks just touching the bottom of the fuel tank. The rider only needs to lower his head to see the wife's rosy face and snow-white chest, and he can touch the right position by leaning slightly.

The motorcycle handlebars must also be modified. If you don't have enough money, you can directly put a mouse pad on it. There can also be a backrest, but it must be made to look like a beautiful girl. Leaning on it is like being hugged by a beautiful girl.

The exhaust pipe must also be modified. The current sound is like the howling of ghosts and wolves. It should be changed to the moaning of a beautiful girl. If it doesn't work, use a speaker instead.

Finally, the wheels must also be painted, and a yellow-haired man is sprayed on them, and he is always crushed by the wheels.

Looking at the motorcycles below, Hanatarō was very excited for a while. These bastards really don't know how to spend money!

However, the Yamazakura Group actually provoked these people. No wonder they were attacked in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, he quickly closed the curtains, revealing only a small part of his fat face and continued to peek. He had no intention of calling the police. If he provoked the Yamazakura Group, he could ask his parents for help. It would be no problem to expel the Yamazakura Group's headquarters from this community. After all, they were businessmen. But the delinquents were different.

"Big event: Yakuza vs. Delinquents! The demise of the Yamazakura Group?"

Although he was scared, it did not stop him from eating melon. His fingers, as short and thick as carrots, were frantically pressing on the phone. He said this in a game exchange group.

"The Yakuza? There is still a Yakuza organization now? Do they still have money to touch up tattoos?"

"Well, I haven't seen their tattoos, but it seems that the Yamazakura group still has a source of income."

Hanataro answered honestly. He was in an unusually good mood. You should know that no one would pay attention to him when he usually spoke in the group. Both thumbs were about to press the afterimage, so it was necessary to explain the situation at the scene in detail to attract more people's attention. But before he could send the message out, new messages appeared one after another.

"Is there a mafia lady wearing a kimono and holding a samurai sword? A white bandage wraps around her chest, exposing her snow-white shoulders and arms, and her neck is as slender as a swan!"

Bastard, where did the underworld lady come from? You must have read too many comics! Hanataro roared in his heart. If there really was a girl like this, would I still be here chatting with you? I have given away all my savings over the past twenty years! His fat fingers quickly pressed on the phone again, and he wanted to crush the illusions of his ignorant friends.

Of course, before doing this, he carefully confirmed the speaker's ID to make sure he was not a popular character in the group. But just as I was about to click send, another message appeared.

"Is there any? Hurry up and take pictures. I want to see them. As long as there are pictures, I will give you ten sets of ten consecutive draws."

Ten draws in a row? ! Hanataro looked at the ID of the person who spoke. Tianji Yidashi was a well-known tycoon in the group. Hanataro swallowed hard. Looking away from the phone, he put his hands on the window sill and carefully poked his head out.

There are not beautiful gangster girls, but there are vicious delinquents. If you like boys, there are quite a few of them below who are pretty good looking. Hanataro sighed regretfully.

However, there is no such thing as the bad guy, so what about the Yamazakura group? Usually I only see a group of unappetizing uncles. At times like today, if you have hidden power, you should show it.

Because it is on the second floor, Hanataro can easily see everything in the Yamazakura-gumi's courtyard.

I saw a group of uncles in striped pajamas hiding behind the courtyard door, sticking their buttocks out and carefully putting their ears to the door to eavesdrop on what was going on outside. There were also two people who were lying on the wall in the same style of their own. Look at what's going on outside.

Well, an uncle is still an uncle, and the uncle who is not wearing a suit but wearing pajamas is even more eye-catching.

Hanataro grinned and made two retching sounds.

Damn Yamazakura group, that's why you are so weak. What age are you still playing the same old tricks? Don’t you know that the beauty girl economy is popular now? If you could have a beautiful gangster girl, you wouldn't act like this!

Hanataro cursed with grief and anger, that was ten sets of ten consecutive strokes! He lowered his head and typed feebly to report to the rich man that there was no underworld lady. But suddenly, he had an idea.

Although it is not available on site, it is available online! The wealthy people are not here. I just need to post some pictures and no one will know!

"Yes! She is super beautiful. Her long black hair is like cutting off the night sky and hanging it behind her back. I declare that she will be my goddess from the beginning!" Hanataro replied firmly as he typed.

"Drooling Expression" X10

As soon as these words came out, the diving party was blown away.

"Twenty groups! Take more photos!" - Tianji Yida

Hanataro drooled, and all the old men in pajamas in his head turned into beautiful yakuza girls. I immediately opened the browser with full motivation and started searching for pictures, but suddenly another message appeared in the group.

"Is there a bad girl wearing a sailor uniform and holding a machine gun!? Black bob hair, red bow tie, skirt above the knees, white and slender calves, black straps tied to the round thighs to fix the pistol. The heels of black leather shoes It must be more than three centimeters thick."

Bastard, even the Yakuza most often use pistols. Have you ever seen anyone who uses a machine gun badly? Also a sailor suit, how can you ride a bike in a sailor suit, you are not afraid of death! When Hanataro looked at the ID of the speaker, he found that it was a person with whom he usually had a hard time dealing with. He didn't even bother to look for pictures on the Internet and was about to start a fight immediately.

If you really have that kind of bad girl, how can labor and management talk nonsense to you here!

"Do you have any? Hurry up and take a photo. If you have any, I'll give you all the SSR!"

Hanataro's eyes widened and he even dropped his phone in fear. After a moment, he hurriedly picked up the phone, not even checking to see if it was damaged, and immediately looked at the ID "False Words" that spoke. Although the ID is false, this person is a more heroic existence than Tianji Yida!

"Boss, what do you mean?" he asked carefully typing.

"No matter how many times, until you draw them all. Stop talking nonsense, is there any!"

The rich man urged.

"Yes! There must be!"

Hanataro gave the answer without thinking. Not to mention the delinquent girl in sailor uniform, he would be satisfied with the Martian princess!

"Really or not, you are a gangster lady and a delinquent girl in a sailor uniform. Are you sleepwalking?"

The former local tycoon Tianji Yi Dao questioned.

"Sorry, I misread it before. There are no gangster girls, only machine gun girls."

Hanatarō typed quickly. How could twenty cigarettes be compared to cigarettes all the time? He's not an idiot.

"Can this be wrong? Isn't it about a big battle? Take a panoramic photo first."——False Words

Take a panoramic photo?

Momotaro hesitated as soon as he saw the news. If this photo was spread and seen by the warring parties, his life might be in danger...

"Are you lying? It's okay that you are so bad at playing games, but you are actually lying to trick us?"

"That's right. No matter how much you think about sailor suits and machine guns, it's too surreal."

"No matter what you say, I firmly believe that there is a gangster lady!"

"It's really a big battle! The headquarters of the Yamazakura Group has been surrounded, and there are more than a hundred people on the bad side!" Hanatarō typed quickly. If he was really considered to be lying, he would have no way to survive. There are not only otakus in the group, but also many girls. Among the people who posted drooling expressions before, there is a girl who has posted photos. She is very suitable for his sexual fetish!

"Okay, stop talking so much. Hanatarō probably has hallucinations from staying up late. Go to bed quickly." - Mud Cat

Hanatarō was so moved that he almost cried when he saw someone willing to support him. Unfortunately, the "mud cat" who spoke was not a girl, but a man who spoke rudely and had such bad luck in drawing cards that he looked like a black man who came to pick a fight in the enemy game. And he seemed to be very old, because he often said some quotes from Showa-era animation.

"Boring, let's go" X18

What made Hanatarō's eyes split was that the girl he liked was also among the people he copied.

Gritting his teeth, he stretched his phone out of the window, and with a hard heart, he clicked to take a photo!

In the darkness, a bright white light appeared.

Hanatarō suddenly stiffened, and countless cold sweats appeared on his face in an instant.

Oh no, oh no, I forgot to cover the flash!

I'm dead, I'm definitely going to be killed!

Endless fear surrounded Hanatarō, and his heart was tightly squeezed as if it was held in someone's hand.

However, before he died, he had to prove that he was not a big talker. It was okay to support his own cat, but he couldn't let the girl he liked look down on him!

With trembling hands, he opened the chat group and clicked send. Then he stared at the screen, expecting the goddess to exclaim.

"Mahjong!? Really? Hana Taro, you really dare to take a photo, aren't you afraid of death?"

Asshole, weren't you the one who screamed the most just now?

"This photo... did you turn on the flash? It's so touching, Hana Taro, are you afraid that the photo is not clear enough?"

Bullshit, are you afraid that the photo is not clear enough? That's because you are afraid of not dying fast enough! Although Hana Taro thought so, he was instantly happy because this message was sent by his goddess.

"I don't want to prove how great I am, I want to tell you that I, Hana Taro, am an honest person!"

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