Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

Yato walked along the bustling streets of Akasaka.

Everywhere he looked, there were colorful neon lights and a constant stream of people.

If he got separated from his friends in this situation, he would probably have to contact them by phone and then find a place to meet up.

"Too many people also means uncontrollable."

Yato thought calmly.

Now that he has confirmed that he is in the situation of being assassinated, he must first consider what he can do.

Hiding is definitely useless.

The assassins hired by Longzhu Jubei are from the Wu Clan.

With the means of this notorious assassination group, all kinds of information about him may have been turned over.

In this case, hiding is the worst option.

It's okay to be found, but if you can't find him, maybe they will go directly to his family and friends to force him to show up.

In the end, you still have to face it.

Therefore, Yato never thought of escaping from beginning to end.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to Himuro Ryo and asked for help in preparing some self-defense equipment.

The intention of doing this is already very clear.

That is - head-on confrontation!

See who can kill who.

If he doesn't die, the other party must die.

"Although there are many people where I am now, if they hide in a high place and snipe at me, I still have no way to stop them."Yadou frowned, quite distressed.

He found that he lacked certain anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

There was nothing he could do about it.

He had only practiced martial arts for more than a year, so how could he have the energy to master skills in other fields?

"It is said that when Kung Fu is practiced to a certain level, one can sense the coming of autumn before the wind blows. Going further down, one will feel something when being stared at, needless to say murderous intent, but I am still a little short of the level of sensing murderous intent. At most, I can sense strong gazes, but no one knows if I can sense it from hundreds of meters away."

Yeto thought for a while.

He looked around and found a secluded alley and walked in.

He didn't even dare to take a car home now.

If something went wrong on the road, the narrow space would not only fail to protect him, but would become a restriction.

Going back by a secluded path would not only reduce the number of people around, making it easier to distinguish between friend and foe, but would also have an impact on sniping from high above.

It was the safest method he could think of at the moment.

"Should I just ask for a leave? I can go to school after I solve this problem."

Yato hesitated.

After all, if the other party was waiting at the place where he had to pass on the way to school, should he go or not?

Thinking of this, suddenly there was a noise.

Yato raised his eyebrows and walked around a corner.

Then he saw a group of dubious guys blocking the road.

Maybe they didn't mean it.

Because among them, there was a tall high school student with a fierce face.

It seemed that if Yato came a few seconds later, a martial arts drama of one person VS more than a dozen people would be staged here.

"Huh?"

The gang also noticed the movement behind them and turned to look over.

"Who are you? Are you this guy's helper?"

When they saw Yato for the first time, they couldn't help but mistake him for the enemy's reinforcements.

"You, get out of my way."

Yedou put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression indifferent, as if he didn't regard them as humans at all, but a group of wild dogs.

""Huh?"

Those hooligans were not very old, but they had very bad tempers, just like wild dogs. They couldn't help but want to bite anyone they saw, let alone someone like Yato who took the initiative to provoke them.

That's right, Yato's words were a provocation to them.

"Bastard, you've probably never seen your own blood, right?"

"No matter if they know each other or not, we will deal with them together."

"Garbage should be left on the ground like garbage."

They sneered and used foul language to try to provoke Yato's anger.

Seeing their actions, the expression of the high school student who was surrounded became very ugly.

"Hey, stay away! This is between me and them."

Yato may know why this guy was beaten up by a group of people.

The kind words coming out of his mouth, the tone and expression inexplicably make people want to beat him up. His eyes swept over the scum in front of him.

If it were any other time, Yato might have some time to play with them, but now he was too lazy to say a word.

He just walked forward.

As if he didn't see these people.

"Hey!" Cheng Daoguang was immediately anxious.

He wanted to rush forward to stop the gangsters.

His right foot had just stepped out - the storm came.

Puff!

Puff!

……

Those thugs were like rags, either falling to the ground, hitting the wall, or flying up and falling to the ground. In just two or three seconds, only Yato and Narishima Hikaru were left standing.

"……？！"

Chengdao Guanggai's eyes widened. He looked at this scene in disbelief.

What on earth happened?

No, it wasn't like he saw nothing.

From his perspective, the thugs seemed to want to stop each other, but they were attacked unexpectedly as soon as they approached.

It was too fast.

So fast that they didn't even feel fear.

"Are you going to block the way too?"

Yato stared at Narishima Hikaru.

"！"

Narishima Kouga shuddered and quickly pressed himself against the wall, as if he was avoiding a speeding train. His movements were quite exaggerated, but looking at his trembling hands and feet, it was clear that this was just an instinct in times of crisis. Yato retracted his gaze and left.

He never took out his hands.

No, maybe he threw a punch.

But with normal people's dynamic vision, it is impossible to capture the unique straight trajectory of Jeet Kune Do.

"Who is this guy?"

Chengdao Guang looked at his shaking hands, then looked at the hooligans lying on the ground wailing, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. When he looked in the direction where Yato left again, his eyes were slowly replaced by an indescribable fanaticism.

……

The city is so big that there are always places where the light cannot reach.

The abandoned building that Yato passed by was one of them.

The previous fight, no... it couldn't be called a fight at all, it was just a casual pat on the dust that accidentally got on his body, such a small thing could not stir up waves in his heart.

He was still thinking and perfecting his response measures.

Click.

Footsteps sounded.

It was someone else's footsteps.

Yato took a look, but didn't care much.

Although this is an abandoned building, it is not completely empty.

Gangsters sitting in the shadows smoking and chatting.

Homeless people sleeping on the spot. And ordinary citizens like him who took shortcuts for convenience.

But the citizen that Yato saw was a little"petite".

It was a girl.

T-shirt, hot pants, very cool.

With short hair.

At first glance, she looked like a tomboy.

But even so, it was a rare"delicacy" for those gangsters.

Yato had noticed that someone was approaching the other party quietly.

He ignored it.

After all, his heart was not"kind" at all.

Soon, the two passed by.

But at this moment——!

The tomboy-like girl pulled out a pistol from somewhere and pulled the trigger at the back of Yato's neck.

It looked like a casual action like drinking water or eating, but it was unusually fast.

Because her movements were too refined!

It was as if she had simulated it thousands of times, and there was no room for correction.

Bang!

I saw the gunfire burst out in the darkness.