I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Ah, what smells so bad... Who did I say, it turned out to be the clerk in the pachinko shop... You didn't have any losses from the last thing, but my stored-value card was frozen by you. Counting it all, I lost more than a hundred thousand yen in the principal."

Looking at the scar on the corner of the opponent's eyebrows and the muzzle of the black hole, Sousuke Araki suddenly realized.

"Who told you that, I mean the wharf... In short, you don't want to leave this place today. I am looking forward to your begging for mercy." Gong Lin didn't finish speaking, and he stopped quickly.

The things on the pier are currently unconfirmed, and they have been transferred to the teaching of the dead ghosts of the Galaxy Alliance. The official sight is not yet on the Bliss Club.

"Last time, none of the seven of you could beat me, so this time, do you have to rely on more people and more guns?"

Seemingly provoking the opponent calmly, Araki Sosuke looked at the surrounding environment and stepped secretly to narrow the distance with the opponent.

Before Ryoma warned him that his ears were callused, of course he knew that the other party was here for things on the dock, and he just deliberately verbally numbed the other party.

After all, the opponents have guns in their hands.

I can only try to see if I can hijack the opposite person.

All in all, he has prepared for the worst.

"Put away the guns, so many people still hold guns against one person, this is not in line with the rules of the road..."

In the darkness, a voice came from behind the factory shed.

Only then did Araki Sosuke realize that there was a person standing behind the table over there with his back to him.

Under the dim light, Kitayama Torataro's lean back, with a red phantom grimace, smiled silently.

It's a pity that he is too short, and no one notices the posture he maintained as soon as Araki Sosuke entered the door.

Before turning around, Kitayama Torataro pressed Miyalin's muzzle down.

"Sorry, this time, your opponent is me."

Gong Lin glanced at the muzzle that was deformed by him: "Bei Shan Sang, this one is in the meeting..."

"It's a matter of the arena. I've read your information, and I read that you are a person who has walked through Ren Xia Dao. Then follow the rules of the road. If you win against me, you can leave alive... If you lose, just stay. Come on."

Ignoring Miyabayashi at all, Kitayama Torataro said to Sosuke Araki with a solemn expression.

"You are very good at talking. But, are you sure...you are going to challenge me? Isn't this a new type of scam? Find a disability to ruin my medical expenses?"

Looking at the thin and short man in front of him, Araki Sosuke confirmed to Miyabayashi with a little bit of laughter and tears.

This man, who was covered with ribs and was less than 1.6 meters tall, didn't look like he was good at fighting.

Or is there any peculiar fighting technique you have practiced?

This reminded him of a certain little guy in WWE who was good at "619".

"You kid, don't look down on people..."

Feeling the distrustful eyes and naked humiliation in his words, Kitayama Torataro angrily overturned the wooden table beside him, and the durian pizza fell to the ground.

Man: "I also said that I will pack it back later..."

Before receiving the miracle bestowed by the organization, Kitayama's life was gloomy.

Because he admired the so-called "Ji Dao" and "Ren Xia" spirit, he dropped out of junior high school and followed a few seniors in the Dao.

In the Jungle of Jidao where force is advocating, every member of the Jidao will practice his skills hard in order to achieve success, and Kitayama Torataro is no exception.

However, it may be due to talent and genetic issues. No matter how hard he exercises and a scientific diet, his height and muscles have not improved significantly.

The martial arts comprehension is also very poor. After practicing karate for almost 20 years, he failed to pass the black belt examination and was expelled from the division.

On the contrary, the experience of being beaten is quite rich.

Depressed, he can only be a parking boy in a nightclub, so he watched his companions who had been with him in the first place became famous, got promoted and raised, and went to jail...

Until he met the noble man in his life.

It was Minister Tianto who gave him the opportunity to rebirth.

Of the five people who served the "miracle things" at the same time, only he survived and gained the "miracle power."

Although he was organized into a snow camp because of a small accident last year, now it is time for him to shine again.

"The first three groups are crowded, with a'three-headed prajna', Kitayama Torataro, see you!"

With that said, Kitayama Torataro stretched out his spare ribs, and put out his posture with great momentum, and the red prajna, white prajna and laughing prajna on his back and shoulders grinned silently.

"Remember, I am the one who ended your life!"

However, the "three prajna tattoos" with exquisite composition originally appeared as shabby as a kid on his thin body.

"Wait..."

Seeing the seriousness of the other party, Araki Sosuke put the pizza aside, took off his helmet, and immediately began to take off his clothes.

This special photo suit belongs to the company, and the deposit is paid, it can be troublesome if it gets dirty and damaged.

"You kid, it's too late to offer your flesh and beg for mercy... If you can think about it before insulting me..."

Before Kitayama Torataro finished speaking, Araki Sosuke had taken off his special suit neatly and folded it aside.

He was naked, with only a pair of GU striped boxer shorts left. One hand was reaching into the crotch and scratching sourly: "The delivery clerk at No. 9527, Ikebukuro delivery station, out of the front hall, is carrying a'special durian pizza', Sosuke Araki , See dinner..."

Araki Sosuke is not too sturdy, but his body with clear water chestnuts is covered with runes of unknown meaning.

On the sculptural inverted deltoid muscles, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, lifelike glaring Bodhisattvas, looking at them with murderous eyes.

"Hey, this kid's tattoo is not a joke..."

Seeing the exquisite tattoos and the exaggerated area of ​​Araki Sosuke's body, Miyabayashi couldn't help looking at Kitayama Tiger Taro in a daze.

In the information, isn't this kid who grew up in a welfare institution? Isn't he actually the illegitimate son of a big boss in Nuluoquan? Kill him, will Bliss and Nuo Fist go to full-scale war?

"Tsk tusk, look at your tattoo. As expected, he is also a very good man..."

On the contrary, Kitayama Torataro became excited when he saw Araki Sosuke's exaggerated tattoo.

Generally, members of Jidao have tattoos mainly on the back, shoulders, arms and chest.

The higher the level, the larger the area.

For example, the combination of the back, shoulders and arms of Kitayama Tigertaro's "Three Prajna" patterns on the back, shoulders, and arms can take more than a year and endure countless pains to complete.

And it will probably take several years to get a pattern like Sosuke Araki's whole body.

He is a ruthless person.

When Kitayama Torotaro was in his mid-teens, he has always admired the scene where the gangsters show off their clothes and show tattoos and fight naked when they disagree.

However, he was full of ribs, and others didn't even bother to fight him with his clothes. He was often beaten to his knees and begged for mercy when his sweater was taken off and his head stuck.

After obtaining the "miracle", he relied on a powerful force to solve the battle with one blow, and there was no chance of breaking his clothes.

He deeply regrets that he will simply go naked from the beginning today.

"Come on, Ji Dao burst into life and death fight, in order to make me play longer, you should take action first."

With that said, Kitayama Torataro excitedly placed his fists in front of him, his feet pulsing constantly.

Yes, it was the first time that he had the opportunity to fight against others after more than ten years of "Extreme Dao".

He even had the idea of ​​"Should I put on the vest and take it off again".

"No, what should you do if you fall down and ruin me as soon as I take the shot, you should ask first."

How could Zongsuke Araki be easily fooled, with his hands one after the other in the posture of Wing Chun spreading his hands, but his eyes watched guardedly at the palace forest and the few people at the gate of the factory.

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