What should I do if I look too fierce?

"Huh?" The cigarette in Takiya Genji's mouth almost fell to the ground. He never expected that the guy in front of him would suddenly ask such a nonsensical question. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still said coldly: "No."

Aokiji clicked his tongue: "You look similar to a barber. That guy is good at his craftsmanship, but his brain circuit is a bit strange."

When thinking about the 'murderer' who made him bald, Aokiji felt itchy with hatred.

Takiya Genji took a deep breath of smoke to calm himself down again.

At this time, Aokiji pressed the bicycle bell, and the bicycle dinged: "I'm sorry, I don't take people in my car casually. If nothing is wrong, can you let me go?"

Takiya Genji still looked at Aokiji with an indifferent expression, but finally began to explain what he was here for: "I want to fight with you."

"Hey." Aokiji tilted his head in displeasure. He raised his head and looked at the sky: "Can't you do it some other time? I want to go back and rest."

He knew this would happen sooner or later, but he still found it troublesome.

But Takitani Genji just stared at him and showed his attitude with his actions. If he didn't have a fight with him, I'm afraid he wouldn't let Aokiji pass.

Aokiji had no choice but to get off the bicycle again, put on the stand, stood on the ground, and stretched lazily.

"Which school are you from?" Aoki Si moved his shoulders while observing the man in front of him. His figure looked thinner than Aoki Si, but not short. And judging from his cool appearance, Probably not some salty fish who doesn’t know the heights of the world.

"Takitani Genji." Takitani Genji did not say which school he was in. Instead, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand. The half-burned cigarette hit the wall with sparks and bounced to the ground.

Aokiji moved his body a bit and raised his fingers at him: "Come on."

For some reason, he always felt that the guy in front of him, besides looking like a barber, should be familiar to him, but he didn't know why.

But Aokiji doesn't care much.

Takitani Genji wrinkled his nose with a fierce expression, stepped on the ground suddenly, and rushed towards Aokiji.

He is different from ordinary gangsters. He had a father who worked in the underworld since he was a child. He learned how to fight at a very young age, and there were many Yakuza who gave him tips and training, which made him rarely encounter opponents.

And he believes that one of the key points in a fight is to strike first and gain the upper hand.

only.

Aokiji clicked his tongue. In his opinion, this punch was no different from the one that Douzhi threw at him before.

It was just a punch thrown out of anger and relying on physical strength.

He just turned sideways for a moment and hit Genji Takiya hard in the abdomen with his knee.

Takitani Genji only had time to groan, endured the pain, took a step back and suddenly raised his right leg, flying straight towards Aokiji's head.

However, Aokiji arrived late. The moment he kicked his legs, he was ready to stride forward. The moment he raised his feet, he rushed in front of Takiya Genji in the blink of an eye, leaving his legs weak. At the moment when he could do it, he punched Takitani Genji on the cheek.

It's over, almost.

Aokiji could see that his right fist accurately hit the left side of his face in the chin area. For ordinary people, it was almost a KO.

Takiya Genji could indeed feel it, his head suddenly blurred, he staggered back two steps and knelt down on one knee.

Aokiji slowly retracted his hand: "Songshan Fight Club is on sale recently."

I don’t know if Matsuyama Iwa would be moved if he knew that Aokiji worked so hard to promote him.

Aokiji looked at him kneeling on the ground and shaking his head, as if he was trying to cheer himself up. He was a little surprised that he hadn't completely fallen down yet, but he didn't think he could fight anymore.

boring.

Aokiji turned around and prepared to ride away.

"Wait a minute!" The roar from Takiya Genji's throat made him stop.

Turning back, Aokiji saw him standing up again on his knees and clenching his fists.

"I'm not done yet!" Takitani Genji roared angrily and rushed towards Aokiji again.

Aokiji just turned sideways to avoid his punch, and he continued to stagger forward for two steps before stopping. When he turned around and wanted to hit Aokiji again, Aokiji just gave him a fierce straight punch. It hit his handsome face.

His face was immediately covered with blood.

"It hurts." Aokiji looked at the blood on his fist and sighed. This punch without a glove hit him on the lip, as if it had rubbed his teeth, causing a slight pain in his hand.

But what surprised him even more was that Genji Takitani, whose face was covered in blood after being hit by the punch, did not fall down when he took two steps back and bumped into a motorcycle. Instead, he was holding on to the motorcycle. He reluctantly stood up again: "Continue."

Aokiji sighed, looking at the determined look on the guy's face in front of him, and probably knowing that he would not stop, he twisted his shoulders and strode forward.

Dodge, twist, shoulder, uppercut.

Aokiji moved very quickly to dodge his fist that was trying to counterattack again, and hit him in the liver area with a hook.

The huge pain was beyond the power of human will to resist, and his strength was drained away by the huge pain. Genji Takitani only had time to groan, and then he slid down softly on the motorcycle.

Aokiji conveniently wiped the blood on the back of his hand from the clothes on his abdomen before retracting his hand: "Next time you come to trouble me, why not go and defeat Suzuran's Tamao Serizawa. That guy is mine. If my subordinate is defeated and I haven’t defeated him, he is not qualified to fight me.”

Aokiji shamelessly shifted the trouble to others.

He originally wanted to use his fighting spirit as a cover, but then he thought that he had just used someone to block Yakuza's gun, and it seemed that it wouldn't be good to do it again.

And this kid's tenacious fighting spirit is indeed good.

Tsukasa Aoki and those guys in Hosen don't know the details, but Tamao Serizawa probably won't be too harsh.

Well, I haven't seen that guy for a long time, so I thought it was a gift.

Takiya Genji lay on the ground holding his belly, barely raising his head, and could only see the back of Aoki Tsukasa slowly riding away on his bicycle, and hit his head on the ground in great annoyance: "Damn it!!"

Damn it! ! !

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he could only roar in his heart again.

Aokiji, this guy

It took a long time for Takitani Genji to stand up with his fists clenched, and he was very unhappy and grabbed his scattered hair back with his hands.

"Hey! You bastard, who asked you to lean on my car!" A green-haired gangster who had just walked out of the bar looked at Genji Takitani, who was leaning on the motorcycle with his face covered in blood, and cursed angrily. He rolled up his sleeves.

Takitani Genji stared at him coldly, and the gangster's fist hit his face, causing him to tilt and almost fall to the ground, but he just swayed, and the moment he regained his center of gravity, he returned angrily. One punch.

This punch directly knocked the little gangster backwards and fell to the ground. He covered his mouth and kept wailing, but he couldn't even get up.

Takiya Genji spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and swayed away.

"Aokiji will definitely beat you down!" He clenched his fists silently, and once again set foot on the road home alone with scars all over his body.

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PS: Two updates are over today. I slept for 18 hours and am a little drowsy.