Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"It was so noisy outside just now."

A few gangsters got into the toilet, but did not see the scene of the platform jumping off the rails.

There were other people in the public toilet, but when they saw a few unfriendly gangsters leading people in aggressively, they all lowered their heads and walked out of the public toilet.

"Everyone who gets in the way is gone." The yellow-haired gangster pinched the male employee's face with his hands, "Hey, have you practiced boxing? It's okay if you haven't practiced, you will always get beaten."

As he said that, the yellow-haired gangster pushed the male employee, clenched his hands into fists, his flowery arms bulged, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"This is an ordinary person, be careful not to make any problems."

The remaining punks laughed and lit cigarettes.

"It doesn't matter, no one sees it anyway."

"Oh, someone jumped the track outside." A gangster poked his head out and took a deep breath, "Call it, the subway police are all around, no one will care now."

The male employee clasped his hands, bowed his waist and lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you the money...can you let me go?"

"Money?" The yellow-haired gangster sneered and shook his fingers, "No, no, we are not extortionists."

"I told you, just obediently practice boxing with me." The smell of alcohol in the gangster's stomach suddenly rushed upwards, and he spat out the vomit in disgust, which poured down on the male staff's head.

The foul-smelling vomit was nauseating.

"Please forgive me, please forgive me." The male staff shivered in the utmost humility despite the stench on his head.

"Damn it." The gangster wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, "Come on, punch, come on."

Looking at the interaction between the yellow-haired gangster and the male staff, and the other gangsters laughing and throwing their pockets and sleeves, the performance of the male staff is like a funny clown in a circus, which makes people laugh.

"Forgive me, please."

"I beg you."

The male employee's legs trembled and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to punch me! Hey!"

poof.

The male employee knelt on the ground.

"Please, please." The male employee's facial features were wrinkled together, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Damn it, I..." the yellow-haired gangster cursed, raised his leg and was about to kick it hard.

If he was kicked, the male employee's head would hit the toilet directly, and it was conceivable what disgusting things would happen.

"stop."

Just at the very moment, a trembling voice sounded from the door of the toilet. Wearing a black suit, Takeo Moribe was trembling all over with tense muscles on his face.

"You guys stop." Takeo Moribe put the briefcase on the sink, took a deep breath and shouted: "If you have any skills, come to me."

The gangster, who smelled of alcohol and was about to beat up the office worker, turned his head unhappily, glanced at Takeo Moribe, and after a look, they all laughed again.

"Another one sent to die."

"Who is this, who thinks he is a superhero?"

"I'll meet you."

As he said that, some gangster stretched out his two arms, and they wouldn't be so rampant in normal times. But they are completely lawless when they are drunk, and they will be imprisoned for two days at most, which is nothing to them.

Besides, those who are bullied will generally not call the police for their own work considerations. After all, no matter what the reason is, going to the police station is a disgraceful stroke, and they may be "treated differently" by the company, although the chances are very small , but it does not exist, so in this deformed social atmosphere, a person can't even protect himself, let alone stand up for others.

Seeing the menacing gangster, Takeo Moribe yelled and rushed over with his fists.

Disorganized, Moribu's posture looks like a child fighting.

The drunken bastard laughed a few times indifferently, raised his leg and kicked Takeo Moribe in the stomach, this kick was accurate and ruthless, and directly hit Takeo Moribe in the stomach.

He immediately retched a few times, and before he could recover, the gangster pinched his neck again.

Moribe Sora, who lacks combat experience, has chakra and ninjutsu, but he can't use them at all.

"With this little ability, I thought he was really an ordinary hero, tsk."

Takeo Moribe's eyes were red, and a flame was brewing in his body. He wanted to spew out a ball of fire to burn the villain in front of him to death, but if he spewed out the flame in public, his life would be over.

By the way, the power given to him by the vixen is not only able to breathe fire, but when he was running in the forest, he poured "spiritual energy" into his limbs, and his running speed became very fast.

That power strengthens the body!

Takeo Moribe closed his eyes, feeling the flow of the vixen's spiritual power in his body.

Infuse this power into the limbs.

Have!

A powerful force gathers in the arm.

"You bastards!" Takeo Moribe raised his palm and firmly held the bastard's wrist.

"What are you..."

The gangster was about to slap Moribu, but his expression suddenly became painful.

"Crackling."

There was a creaking sound from the grasped wrist.

Takeo Moribu opened his eyes angrily, like a stone guardian in a temple, his tightly clamped hands continued to output terrifying power that did not belong to humans.

"It hurts, it hurts." The gangster gritted his teeth, trying hard to pull his hand out, all thoughts of teaching the man in front of him disappeared.

"What the hell, why don't you beat him up."

"To... to break..."

"Crack!" Takeo Moribe exhausted all his strength, the bastard's wrist suddenly shrunk a circle, and the sound of cracking fractures followed.

"Ah, ah!"

The other gangsters didn't know what happened, and they all looked over with unkind eyes, and some of them seemed to be pulling something out of their arms.

The little bastard with a broken wrist screamed and knelt on the ground, Takeo Moribe patted his chest nervously, and rushed forward with a punch.

"Killed..."

A gangster was hit in the cheek by the guard, and immediately flew into the air in the room.

"mix……"

This head was kicked flying three meters while clutching its stomach.

"I……"

This head hit the compartment door and fell limply.

The only yellow-haired gangster left was more than half awake, looking at the cronies all over the floor, before he had time to speak harshly, his whole body was lifted up by Moribe Takeo by his neck.

"What the hell are you..."

Takeo Moribe pulled his face closer and yelled, "Get out!"

After yelling, Takeo Moribe stuck the yellow-haired bastard's head into the toilet with a flick of his hand.

Looking at the gangsters moaning all over the floor, Takeo Moribe panted heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat from nervousness.

The male staff stood up in disbelief, staring at the chaotic scene with dumbfounded eyes.

It's too magical for a social animal who looks the same as himself to beat a group of gangsters to the ground with his backhand.

The male staff member wiped the tears off his face and sobbed sincerely: "Thank you very much."

"No, no." Shoubu smiled and waved his hands before leaving.

"Thank you very much." The male staff walked forward, "Because I wasted your time, do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine." Be it physically or mentally, Takeo Moribe was in great condition.

The two walked out of the public toilet. A group of subway police and staff had gathered at the place where the track jumped just now. Seeing that it was impossible to take the tram, the passengers waiting in the tunnel dispersed in twos and threes.

"Jump the track..." The male employee said, "Then I'll call you a taxi."

After the track-jumping incident, there is no need to count on the subway, and because of the animalistic nature of the island country's rail lines, an accident on one line caused delays on all other lines. The male staff bowed continuously and paid for a taxi.

"goodbye."

Outside the car window, the male employee waved his hands gratefully.

"goodbye."

Sitting in the taxi, Takeo Moribe laughed.

He scratched his head, the shadow of the track-jumping tragedy had been erased from his heart.

It was the first time for him to take such a luxury in a taxi. Sitting in the car and looking at the scenery on both sides, Takeo Moribe smiled happily. He felt that he had found the direction of life.

Just when Takeo Moribe was feeling good, an oncoming car caught his attention. It was a black Mitsubishi sedan with an Osaka license plate.

Not familiar with Mitsubishi.

The Mitsubishi stopped at an intersection not far from home, and his wife got out of the car in a charming manner, waving goodbye to the car.