I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 35 A lesson

"Brother!"

The gangsters looked at the flowery shirt that was on the ground and couldn't get up again, and surrounded the lonely Fujii tree.

And Fujii took the arm of a lucky man, twisted his body, raised his foot to press the opponent's knee, and performed a standard judo kneeling technique, knocking the person to the ground while standing.

After being hit twice by the gangsters with baseball bats on his back, Fujii Shu felt a little pain. His body's ability to resist blows was no longer the same as before practicing football. He picked up the guy who had just attacked him and carried him on his back.

Throwing it from the body, the opponent's back was fully in contact with the hard asphalt road, causing him to fall into confusion.

In the crowd, Fujii Shu seemed to be unparalleled in his powers. Azusa Hase, who was about to call the police, couldn't help but froze.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Spare us!"

"We were wrong and we won't dare to do it again!"

In less than two minutes, none of the seven gangsters armed with baseball bats and steel pipes lay on the ground rolling and begging for mercy. Fujii's face was also left with a bruise, and there were even more injuries on his body.

"Judo: LV2/15%, gain 0.12 points of free attributes."

The actual combat gave a lot of experience and rewards, and Fujii decided to save them for later distribution. He picked up the collar of the flowered shirt on the ground and interrogated a few words, but still found nothing.

"After receiving instructions from the boss, we usually do things like collect protection fees, watch scenes, and fight. However, the boss never shows his true face. We don't know what he looks like. We only know that his name is Ueno Cheng.

Akira, maybe it’s also a pseudonym.”

After collecting the information revealed by the flower shirt, Fujii did not choose to call the police. Instead, he picked up the baseball bat and smiled at the confused flower shirt.

"You just said you wanted to break both of my legs. Now I'm not as cruel as you. I'll just break one of your legs."

"Stop, stop! Stop!!! Big brother, I still have hundreds of thousands of yen in change, and I'm willing to give it to you."

Hanashiro gave in decisively, took out his wallet and took out a lot of 10,000 yen bills, trying to use the money to bribe Fujii Shu to let him go.

"You want to bribe me? This level of sincerity is not enough."

Fujii took the money unexpectedly, as if he was not satisfied.

"You guys, take out all your money."

The interesting floral shirt made his subordinates take out a lot of money. Only gray professionals like them would often carry large amounts of cash.

Fujii accepted the order, stood up, dropped the money in his hand, raised the baseball bat, and folded the right leg of the floral shirt.

"Ahhh!"

The flowered shirt looked up in disbelief. Fujii threw away the baseball bat and spoke slowly.

"This money should be used as your medical expenses, do you have any objection?"

The only way to deal with this kind of gangster is to let him know the price of offending him. Hua Shizi didn't dare to speak harshly, and nodded in agreement with his words in unbearable pain.

"Next time you see me, please prepare your own wheelchair in advance."

Throwing away the last warning, Fujii turned around with an indifferent expression and did not call the police again. Such a lesson would be more useful than what the police would give him.

"Fujii-san, is this really okay? Don't call the police?"

When Azusa Azusa separated from him in front of her house, she mustered up the courage to ask.

"The bad guys can learn a lesson more directly than by calling the police. The island country's bureaucrats don't even dare to shoot the leader of the cult who released sarin gas in the subway. I don't think there is any hope."

Fujii is not the kind of person who has a holy mother's heart, and he doesn't have a good impression of the island country officials who only bow when something goes wrong, and who are so serious that they can't hide it and then step down.

"Then they won't call the police and sue you for intentional injury?"

How naive is Azusa Hase to ask such a simple question.

"Haguya-chan, they are people who do all kinds of evil. The last thing they want to see is the police who represent order. Rats in the gutter will also have their own underground rules. If word spreads about doing something like this, their Yakuza career will be about to end.

It’s over.”

After Fujii explained, he left on his bicycle and returned home. Uncle Tianhai left dinner for him in the living room, and he probably went upstairs to play the latest game masterpiece.

After walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water knob, Fujii took off his clothes. His exposed skin was covered with blue and red bruises. The water splashed down his body, making him groan a few times.

"Damn! They're so damn cruel, these bitches."

He took off his disguise, muttered curses, and looked at the bathroom mirror. There was a scar on his face, which was caused by a punch.

I don’t know if things will be fine tomorrow morning, as Uncle Tianhai will see me and cause unnecessary trouble again.

After taking a cold shower, I filled the bathtub with hot water and soaked for a while. I went upstairs to find some bruises and applied them on, and then I woke up.

When he woke up the next day, there were only a few shallow marks on his face. Fujii applied a layer of sunscreen to cover up the marks for the first time.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Riding a bicycle into the school gate and saying hello to classmates passing by, Fujii had just locked his bicycle in the parking shed when Suhara, his classmate, panted and pushed his bicycle, which was also driven entirely by human power, and parked his bicycle in the empty parking space opposite him.

"Suhara-san, where is your Honda motorcycle?"

The question I have always wanted to ask was finally asked today.

"It was stolen, and as soon as I went to the bathroom, the car was gone."

Qi Yuan thought for a while and answered him angrily.

No wonder, it seems that the Guevara thieves in Tokyo are pretty good at it.

Fujii didn't think much about it. The security in Tokyo was better than Osaka, which he had visited during his travels. The murder rate was one of the lowest in East Asia, but the suicide rate remained high. It felt a bit like a joke from hell.

I returned to the classroom and sat down. Miss Kamiya Rin, who was sitting on the right seat, was in a bad state today. Her face was paler than usual, losing color, and her eyes were not as aggressive as before.

On the other side, a flowery shirt with a broken leg last night was lying in the underground ward of a black clinic. In a dark corner, a mysterious masked man with his legs crossed lit a cigarette, and the atmosphere was somewhat solidified.

"So, you just confessed me?"

The young man wearing a green devil mask asked accusingly, flicking off the cigarette ashes and speaking in a bad tone.

"I'm using your name to scare him, boss."

Hua Shishi didn't dare to admit the truth and found an excuse to respond. Judging from the way he was trembling slightly, he must be very afraid of the person in front of him.

"Oh? Then was he frightened? How to say it? How to do it?"

The masked man didn't take it seriously. This little trick couldn't be hidden from him. He was also attacked last night. Coincidentally, not long after the flower shirt failed.

"He said, don't let him see me again. He should be in awe of your name, boss. He is afraid and doesn't dare to contact us anymore."

The reason for the flowered shirt was very fanciful and unreasonable. After hearing this, the masked man not only did not get angry, but laughed out loud, stepped forward and patted the other man on the head, saying:

"Then after you recover from your injuries, you can meet him again and see if he is afraid or not."

"I…"

Flower Shirt protracted his voice hesitantly, but the conditioned reflex he had developed over a long period of time still made him nod in agreement.

(End of chapter)