General Man: My Days Are Not Too Ordinary

Depressed!

Depressed to the extreme!

Genji Takiya walked gloomy down the street.

When you encounter a rock or a can, kick it out without saying a word!

I also specially found a broken vending machine, kicked it hard with my foot to cause a bang, and got a can of drink for free!

In the past few days, he has encountered great setbacks in his journey to dominate Lily of the Valley!

He thought that he could conquer everything by force, but he didn't expect that these students of Lily of the Valley were actually so kind!

Those who were beaten to the point of bleeding refused to surrender!

It is also said that he has no boss temperament at all!

Moreover, because he released Lily of the Valley's wanted criminals before, several little brothers did not follow him, and rumors spread everywhere, so that he could not worry about finding his little brother!

"What a joke!! Just let go of the two wounded! What's the big deal?! He

threw the can in his hand.

"What a group of cheers! Also said that strength is supreme, and as a result, I still don't want to be my little brother when I am defeated! So! Isn't this school hegemonic by force? What a stupidity!! Genji

Takiya, who complained about the sky, pushed open his door fiercely.

Walk on the cobblestone road of your yard.

He stretched out with a sigh of relief, glanced at the group of people who were surrounding the living room, and didn't bother to care.

Just as he was about to walk to his room, a boy in a black robe about his age passed him.

In his family, it was basically full of social people who could be called uncles.

But suddenly such a young man came, which made him very curious.

Ignoring the gaze of others.

He took out the young master's wayward temper, turned his head and shouted:

"Hey, who are you?"

The teenager ignored him, leaving Genji Takiya a little annoyed and stepped forward to grab him by the shoulder.

But the latter suddenly fell over his shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

"Pounce!"

Genji Takiya wailed bitterly, and the beatable body he had practiced since childhood made him get up quickly.

The already unpleasant mood was blown up!

"You guy!! Give me death!!

He shouted, rushing over and about to throw his fists!

"Wait!"

A heavy voice sounded in the entrance of the house.

Genji Takiya stopped and glared at his father with a fierce face.

"What for?! Want to stop me?

Although he was asked this by his son, Takiya Hero ignored him, but stared at the boy who stopped with eyes that were obscured by the black curtain.

"Are you sure you can do this?"

"What do you say?" The teenager turned around and asked.

"I thought about it, if you succeed in assassination, so as not to get into trouble, our meteor club will not owe you a favor but..." Takiya

Hero glanced at Genji Takiya.

"How about you take my unformed son as an apprentice?"

"What are you kidding?!"

Genji Takiya shouted, but was slapped out by Korin.

"You can play a good hand."

"Haha, mutual benefit can also bring me closer together, why not?"

Mu Lin stared at his ugly smile and thought for a long time before saying.

"I'm curious, why do you believe in me so much?"

"I've always been able to sit in this position by my extraordinary luck."

"Then it seems that you are quite lucky."

"That is."

"Yes."

"Well, as for whether my waste son can recognize you as a master, it depends on your own."

Saying this, Takiya Hero smiled and watched his son wave his fist towards Mulin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!! The

sound of continuous fists colliding resounded in the courtyard.

A strong wind blows the leaves in the courtyard.

In the dim environment, under the astonished look of the hero of Takiya.

Soon, his son fell to the ground with a blue nose and a swollen face, unable to get up again.

"No skill, all by brute force, indeed a waste, let him come to me again when the time comes."

Drop this comment.

The black-robed boy disappeared into the night.

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"Click-"

A pinch of flame flickered in the dark alleyway.

Flame gauze spreads all around.

The cold sky was torn out of sporadic warmth.

As the owner swings the lighter, the flames painted with bizarre symbols remain in midair.

It's like magic.

But just when it was done.

"Forget it, it's not necessary."

With a soft sigh, the lighter went out.

A dull sound indicated that the lighter had been thrown into the trash.

The black-robed boy who perfectly melted into the darkness looked at the time, got up and walked out.

The surrounding body seems to be an abyss, slowly devouring the neon world outside.