What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

Imamura Kohei opened his eyes wide and his face became more and more distorted, but in a flash, this extremely angry man showed a smile from the heart.

"It's true that I'm not very skilled, but Iori... don't you feel like you're missing something?"

"What... you!"

Kitahara Iori touched his trouser pocket, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, "My wallet, when did you..."

"If you don't want to eat dirt this month, then be willing to leave it to me. Don't worry, I will return your wallet intact after I am safe."

Kohei Imamura took off his shoes, climbed up with a grim smile, and then walked forward barefoot.

He hadn't taken a few steps when he felt his feet were a little slippery and lowered his head silently.

Looking at the brown liquid flowing by his feet, veins crawled all over the man's handsome face.

"What the hell..."

"Ahhhhhh, my hand slipped. Hey...how did I pour this weird wine? Hey...how did I get a lighter in my hand?"

Kitahara Iori threw the bottle away and pretended to take out a lighter casually.

Through the blue flames, Kohei Imamura could clearly see a distorted and ugly face.

"What the hell!"

"The wallet is only two hundred yuan. I'll leave it to you if you want it."

"What? Two hundred dollars? Are you a fucking adult?"

“…”

Kitahara Iori disagreed and cautiously avoided the person in front of him.

Imamura Kohei gritted his teeth, but because of the alcohol, he dared not move.

but....

"Brother! I won't accept this! Didn't you say before that you would only let the other person go if the other person was willing to stay? I won't accept this, so brother... you have no reason to let both of us go!"

"What the hell..."

Kitahara Iori turned around in surprise, and what caught his eye was the black-haired man's sudden and ferocious smile.

Kujo Ditaro didn't give anyone a chance and rushed out like a chariot.

"Brother, brother...don't...don't misunderstand!"

Chapter 76: I'm holding him down, you come and mess with him!

"Wasn't it very jumpy before? Huh?"

Kitahara Iori was lying on the ground, and the back of his head was hit repeatedly.

Even though he was grimacing in pain, he was still struggling.

"Brother, what a misunderstanding! Isn't this just to show off your masculinity in front of your girlfriend?"

"Oh? Still being stubborn? Yeah, huh? Over there, give me a scallion... no, a stick, so I can crush some garlic for him!"

"Okay, big brother!"

Imamura Kohei thought for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and grinned grimly.

After realizing the seriousness of the problem, Kitahara Iori struggled even harder.

"Brother, if we're going to mess with you, we're going to mess with him too. You know, he was the mastermind behind all the tricks just now..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, brother. I'll get you a stick right away."

"What the hell..."

Kujo Ditaro is cruel and can suppress his subordinates so that they cannot move.

Kitahara Iori's face was pressed to the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the figure running away.

To be honest, for a moment, he imagined that the other party would run to find reinforcements under the pretext of holding a stick.

However, in less than half a minute, the man not only came back, but also had a long black stick in his hand.

"You...fucking!"

Ignoring the roars and shouts of his former best friend, Kohei Imamura bowed slightly and respectfully handed over the long stick in his hand.

"Brother, please!"

"I'll hold you down, come on."

In the bright sunshine, Kujo Ditaro raised his face, but his smile looked particularly sinister.

Imamura Kohei was stunned, his expression somewhat embarrassed, "I don't understand, big brother."

"You do not understand?"

Kujo Ditaro lowered his head and asked with a sinister smile, "Do you understand?"

Kitahara Iori thought quickly and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I understand, I understand! Big brother, I understand. Let me do it! Let's beat him together!"

"What..." Imamura Kohei was halfway through his words when he suddenly felt a terrifying pulling force under his feet and fell to the ground.

He was about to struggle, but the heavy pressure on his back made it difficult for him to do so.

He glanced sideways at the stick he had found with great difficulty, which was slowly rolling to the black-haired man's feet, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.

"Iori, you..."

"Eh..."

Kitahara Iori sighed softly, bent down to pick up the long stick, and the corners of his mouth rose even more.

"Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side of the river, Geng Pingjun."

"You... stop it, we are close friends, how can you help the evildoer!"

"Aiding the evil? What are you talking about? I'm turning from evil to good...it was truly a short-lived friendship, Imura."

"you..."

Looking at the black-haired man walking towards him, Imamura Kohei's lips trembled slightly and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Iori, I was wrong before, but think about the days when we drank and talked happily, the joy we felt... What were you doing? Why did you touch the wine with a stick...!?"

"Ah? I'll add some ingredients for you, and it will also act as a lubricant."

Kitahara Iori picked up the long stick dripping with wine, and his ordinary face was filled with a heart-pounding smile.

Imamura Kohei's pupils shrank, and after racking his brains for a second, he shouted desperately, "I have ten thousand dollars in my pocket. Please give me the chance to beat them up, big brother!"

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly give up money for credit?"

"Yes, yes, big brother, such a noble character...eh? Big brother, you just..."

Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words when he saw the black-haired man who was holding someone down slowly stand up.

Kujo Ditaro folded the bills and offered sincerely, "He's offered 10,000. What do you think?"

"Brother, he just said that he only has 200 yuan in his wallet. He is a real poor man."

"Brother, just ten thousand yuan..."

"I'm sorry, I'm just vulgar. I just like money."

Looking at the two people who reached a consensus, Kitahara Iori retreated repeatedly.

In order to increase his deterrent effect, he used a lighter to ignite the alcohol at the front end of the stick.

The blond man, who had long forgotten their friendship, cruelly took out a small bottle of liquor.

"Give up. When your fire meets my wine, you will surely destroy yourself."

"Are you still a human being?"

"Master, since I can't be your apprentice, I will set up my own school!"

"..."

Looking at the two people who were already blood-thirsty without much interference from him, Kujo Ditaro couldn't help but wonder, what exactly is their understanding of friends?

Kitahara Iori retreated further and further until he felt something hard touch his back and was forced to stop.

Looking at the thick wall behind him, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

"Iori, give up. You have nowhere to go. Just lie down in peace!"

Kohei Imamura blinked as he twisted the lid of his wine bottle.

Kitahara Iori was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, understanding what he meant. "Well, whatever, since there's no way out, let's go ahead..."

With a snap, the man raised his wrist holding the bottle, but it was firmly grasped.

Kohei Imamura glanced sideways, his eyes bloodshot, but he still pretended to be confused.

"What's wrong, brother? Are you going to let this jerk go?"

"No, compared to that jerk, I have someone even more sinister beside me."

“Brother…Ah!”

Kujo Ditaro took the bottle and gradually increased the strength of his grip.

Kohei Imamura fell to his knees and glanced sideways to see a disheveled figure escaping over the wall.

Although he was so angry that he felt dizzy, he did not forget to grit his teeth and remind her.

"Brother, he's trying to escape over the wall..."

"Hahaha, my good brother Gengping, I will definitely bring people to rescue you!"

Kitahara Iori laughed, then turned over and jumped off the wall.

Kohei Imamura shook his head sadly, tears of regret in his eyes.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to give chase, but the conversation he heard from behind the wall stopped him.

"What are you doing? What do you mean by climbing over the wall?"

"That's not it. Someone is pursuing me and wants to fuck my ass..."

"What a mess! You're not only climbing over the wall, you're actually insulting my intelligence! Come with me... Don't run!"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro walked back to Imamura Kohei's side, and after a long silence, he left with big strides.

"For the ten thousand yuan you gave me, I'll let you go this time."

"Ah? Thank you, big brother! Big brother is wise!"

Imamura Kohei breathed a sigh of relief, but was thinking in his heart, if Iori knew that I got this ten thousand from him, would he fight me to the death?

...

Even though he was still wanted by the diving club, Kujo Ditaro not only walked calmly in the school, but even went to watch the beauty pageant on a whim.

"Hello everyone, now let's welcome the first contestant."

"I'm from the music club...sei no de mou..."

"Hello, I'm from the dance club...Muke..."

"I'm from the basketball club..."

Looking at the three girls who came on stage one after another, Kujo Ditaro was stunned and wondered why they all looked so ordinary. Wasn't this supposed to be a beauty pageant?

Chapter 77: To win the beauty pageant, sacrifice POCHI again!

Kujo Ditaro squatted on the ground, playing with his mobile phone boredly.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but as the sky darkened, he subconsciously raised his head.

What caught my eye were strong men gathered in a circle and two familiar faces.

"Brother, long time no see."

"Brother, why are you interested in watching a beauty pageant here?"