The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Miyamoto Yukiko quickly cleared up his thoughts.

There is one and only one possibility, these people bribed the court in advance.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the growing decline of the Miyamoto family.

The essence of this world is interest-related, based on this, many things are not difficult to understand.

The group of people in front of them were the thugs and debt collectors recruited by the Honda District Martial Arts Academy.

It's not hard to imagine that after setting this precedent, the things that follow will only be more difficult and troublesome. In these martial arts gyms that were smashed by grandfather, the Honda District martial arts gym can only be regarded as a small role.

Miyamoto Yukiko's palm tightly grasped the iron fence, staring at the verdict, her body trembled, her breathing became more and more rapid, and the two plump lumps on her chest trembled slightly with the fine snow floating in the air.

The fine snow fell on her loose forehead hair, looking delicate and beautiful.

"A total of 32 million yen." Sakikawa Taihu, headed by the leader, slapped the verdict hard and smiled arrogantly, "Miss Miyamoto, don't hesitate, take out the money!"

"Break her legs and bring them back to Tokyo headquarters, boss!" a younger brother called out beside him.

A fierce light flashed in Sakikawa's eyes, and he slapped the calling younger brother's face, and shouted loudly: "Don't be disrespectful to Miss Miyamoto, the Miyamoto family has always valued love and righteousness, she will not give up Money!"

This little brother was beaten three times in a row, covered his swollen face and shouted: "Hi!!! It's my disrespect to Miss Miyamoto, I'll be punished!" The man seemed to be scared to death, and quickly held a baseball bat towards him. His head twitched, his tongue stuck out on the snow.

"If it really doesn't work, Miss Miyamoto will see if it works like this." Sakikawa, the tiger ruffian, put his face on the iron fence again, sticking out his tongue to stir in the gap of the iron fence, "Miss Miyamoto has not yet done so. Get married, right, if you are willing to stay with me for one night, then I can be a little bit of a master here and offset 200,000 yen, how about that?"

Twenty thousand yen is enough to sleep on the laps of JK girls from winter to summer. Sakikawa Taito said in his heart. However, the first time this price was used to buy Miyamoto Yukiko, it was simply a profit!

This is the only daughter of the Miyamoto family at present, and the only remaining blood of the Miyamoto family in the world!

As he said that, Sakikawa Taito stretched out his hand and grabbed towards Miyamoto Yukiko's waist through the gap in the iron railings.

Miyamoto Yukiko shook his head, took a step back, then raised his legs high, and his slippers-clad feet stomped on Sakikawa Taihu's fingers, and there was a sound like a chicken's brittle bones being crunched.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Damn bastard woman! No one can save you today!" Taito Sakikawa, who shouted from the severe pain, widened his eyes angrily, his injured hand was hanging down, and he held a steel bat in his right hand and slammed it towards the door fiercely. : "Break the door open for me, I'm going to personally break your stinky woman's leg today!"

Miyamoto Yukiko's eyes erupted with murderous intent, which permeated the fine snow, melted into the air, and condensed into the frost of death in every place where it was cold.

She habitually made a gesture of drawing a sword, only to find that she didn't have a sword at all, so she had no choice but to pick up a plastic water pipe from the snow.

The iron fence door was slammed open, and at the same time, several thugs who climbed over the wall with human ladders jumped on the ground.

The thugs rushed over, shouting and waving their bats.

Miyamoto Yukiko took a steady step, raised the plastic hose in her hand, and hit a precise strike on the nose of a gangster who rushed over. Two hot blood spurted out, dyeing the snow in the courtyard red.

"Come on together! Don't be soft-hearted just because she's a woman! No matter how weak the women of the Miyamoto family are, you idiots can't deal with it! Go! Use her vitals to control her!" Sakikawa Taihu rubbed his broken hands, his eyes He shouted with red eyes.

It is not so much a siege and interception, but a personal swordsmanship performance.

Miyamoto Yukiko, who has a smooth, easily tied ponytail and long hair, who is as independent as a mountain snow lotus, is now transformed into a female general on the battlefield.

Her figure in jeans and a white shirt is extremely clean and neat. Every time she slashes and slashes, she is domineering and delicate.

It's not a loss for such a woman to call her mother.

Yu Xian Zhisheng picked up a few stones and thought so.

"Ah, ah, ah, rush! You bastards!" Sakikawa Taihu gritted his teeth and picked up the steel bat, and rushed towards the chaotic crowd like a hill. "Kill! Don't be afraid of losing your life! The one who falls at the back will apologize to me!"

Miyamoto Yukiko slashed the plastic hose on a gangster's Tianling cover, then pulled and pushed it back, and the short inch bounced back to the center of the forehead of a gangster who was preparing to sneak attack.

Her movements were clear and fluent, like dancing with the children of the gods in the snow.

The bloody bastard shook his head and felt dizzy. He let go of the steel bat and grabbed it towards Miyamoto Yukiko's waist. But the woman of the Miyamoto family is difficult for the world to violate. As long as she can touch her body, this attack is not in vain, and the beating is not in vain.

I'm going to stick my face hard on it! Don't let go! laughing out loud! "Boss, I helped you control her!" The thug who rushed over shouted loudly, only three inches away from Miyamoto Yukiko.

"Okay!" Sakikawa Taihu's fist slammed with the strong wind.

Just when the gangster was about to hug Xuezi's waist, a stone smashed into his eye socket between his eyebrows, and the scream of pain suddenly resounded. He covered his eyes and rolled on the ground. The sharp Shi Feng was in pain.

Miyamoto Yukiko reacted very quickly, turned sideways to avoid Sakikawa Taito's fist, and then raised the plastic hose, and slapped it on the head of the gangster on the ground like a magic iron stick.

The gangster whimpered and fainted to the ground, unable to even cry out the pain this time.

Sakikawa Taihu's fist was empty, and inertia made him plunge into the thick snow-covered swimming pool.

Woohoo!

The sirens gradually approached.

"It's broken, it's a sliver!" Dahu Sakikawa, ignoring the pain of his body hitting the edge of the swimming pool, shouted, rolling and crawling, "Damn! Get out, get out! The sliver is here!"

The gangsters suddenly messed up their hands and feet, pulled up their fainted companions, and no matter how chaotic the battle was, they boarded the motorcycle and ran away quickly.

The police car did not stop and chased after him.

Miyamoto Yukiko threw away the bloody plastic hose in her hand, looked back at Yu Xianzhi, and said angrily, "I didn't let you out."

Yu Xianzhisheng didn't look at Miyamoto Yukiko. He saw Tamiya Aoi waving at him across the gap between Miyamoto Yukiko's closed legs. Tamiya Aoi was hiding in the crowd of neighbors watching the play. , Bai Chuang's left hand made a phone gesture.

Miyamoto Yukiko shook his head, walked over to Yu Xianzhisheng, took his hand, and said, "Enter the room, the instant noodles will be cold."

Her hands were large and warm.

Yu Xian Zhisheng, who was cold for a while, felt the warmth.

Miyamoto Yukiko picked up two cups of instant noodles, heated them on the stove, brought them to Yu Xianzhisheng, and said, "Go take a shower after eating, put on my pajamas first, your room is on the second floor. "

"Aunt Miyamoto, aren't you hungry?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

But no answer.

Miyamoto Yukiko walked upstairs wearily, crumbling like a doll that ran out of clockwork.

Yu Xianzhisheng quickly took a shower, then wore loose ladies pajamas, and ran to the door of Miyamoto Yukiko's room. He stared at the slightly drunk light below the crack of the door and knocked gently on the door.

"I'm going to sleep." Miyamoto Yukiko's voice came from inside, and there was no emotion.

"I don't dare to sleep alone." Yu Xianzhi's small body was not as high as the door handle, he said crisply, "Can I have a few words with you?"