I am in Dongying mixed society

Under the smiling farewell of the ramen shop uncle, the cute little face is gone. Only when I heard from the mouth of Watanabe Jiaxing that his dead old clapper still had his relics, he was replaced by the urgency. It was Hitomi Hoshino with such an unhappy expression. Dia left this ramen shop that seemed to taste really good.

Of course, someone may ask, is this [Hoshino Group] not a gang?

As the eldest lady of the [Hoshino Group], Hitomi Hoshino, who can be regarded as a public figure, came to this ramen shop to eat ramen with a few brothers who were obvious at first glance that they were mixed society. Isn't the boss scared?

And not only was he not afraid, but also dared not long ago, when Hitomi Hoshino brought those little brothers who seemed to be gang members to enter the ramen shop with just a few years of dressing up, he molested Hoshino who is the boss of these gangsters. Hitomi?

Actually, on this issue...

You may not believe it!

In Japan, gangs are legal, and it is precisely because the gangs are legal and other reasons that have led to almost all gangs in Japan, including the [Hoshino Group] and [Sankou Group].

The attitude towards the common people belongs to the friendly camp!

Especially for the people who live within the sphere of influence of their gangs, many Japanese gang organizations will knock on the doors of the people around them and give them red envelopes during the Chinese New Year!

As a result, the vast majority of onlookers who don't know the truth agree that those living within the territory of their gang forces are somewhat unanimous.

This group of people who are not good at first sight, and who are not good at first, may they really just look like bad people?

In fact, all of them belong to the Buddhism line!?

Of course, at this point, another question may arise in everyone's mind.

That is, if the image of the gangsters is really like that of Buddhism in the eyes of ordinary people, then why did Ms. Qiuzi of Huashanyuan grow up after the Lincoln that boarded Miss Hoshino Hitomi?

How about repaying that kind of fear to Miss Hitomi, the black boss?

Regarding this question, the answer is actually very simple.

So who told her to rub off the paint of our eldest Lincoln extended luxury car?

"Miss, aren't you in the car?"

"Is it far?"

"Not far, about two kilometers."

"Then go, sometimes, just walking quietly on the streets without people at night, maybe you can get a good mood."

Originally, he was anxious to pick up the so-called Last Relic, Hitomi Hoshino, left behind by his dead old man after his death.

It may be because of the act committed by my maid when I was in the ramen shop just now, which made me a little unhappy, so I was uncharacteristically asked by the side to ask her why she didn’t ride in the car. The so-called answer that I want to adjust my mood.

And after Ikeko Watanabe, who walked behind her without looking back and asked her why she didn't take the car, made such an answer.

Without waiting for the other party to speak again, our Miss Hitomi, who proposed to take a walk at night, was surrounded by the maid Katsuko, who had committed a crime before, including Ikeo Watanabe, and moved forward. Go to the deserted streets.

There is no doubt that Japan is a very safe country.

But for some reason, once it’s night, maybe after 8 or 9 in the evening, most Japanese people choose to stay at home like ordinary people in European, American, French and European countries where few people go out at night because of insecurity. .

And this has also led to the streets at night in places like Hakone or Shizuoka Prefecture when night falls.

It is difficult to see even a passerby within three kilometers of going out and walking for about 15 minutes.

Of course, such a situation hardly exists in Tokyo, a world-renowned bustling city.

But even so, with the exception of Shinjuku and Ginza, which are originally used for overnight living.

Areas like Shibuya also seem to be deserted than those first- and second-tier cities in the sky where nightlife starts at 11pm...

Along the way, Hitomi Hoshino, who was walking at night, could occasionally see one or two drunk men coming out of a custom shop or an izakaya and falling on the side of the road with a smoky drink.

Most of them are homeless homeless people who covered themselves with newspapers and old clothes and fell asleep on the snow-cleaned road in winter.

The neon lights of hotels, night venues, and KTV are shining on the streets at night like a hundred flowers competing for beauty in spring.

There is only one street lamp far apart, and occasionally one or two girls in school uniforms, pure and cute, or enchanting, standing in a blank stare under the light.

When people who were not drunk passed by, they would all pass by as they had said beforehand, bowing their heads in unison and tacit understanding.

It gives people the feeling that the whole city is trapped in an atmosphere of depression.

No, maybe not this whole city, but the whole of Japan.

The laws that are as strict as Qin's, and the class that has been solidified since ancient times have created all this.

This makes the whole country seem to be shrouded in a layer of gloomy gloom.

"...I seem to understand why my old clapper has this idea of ​​wanting to change Japan."

Yes, Hitomi Hoshino, who took all of this into his eyes, seemed to have begun to understand the wish of his father Hoshino before his life. The establishment of the [Hoshino Group], the second largest gang organization in Japan, wanted to use this method. Become a revolutionary.

In this way, Japan's aspirations will be completely changed.

Perhaps the reason for this is because her father was the same as she is now, seeing everything here in his eyes.

"Well..."

A faint moan and moan was accompanied by a more nuanced voice that was trembling with the cold in the winter. This quiet night in Shinjuku came quietly and was being heard by Ikei Watanabe and the maid Kyoko, and four or five. A little brother is surrounding it.

Hoshino Hitomi, who was passing under a pedestrian bridge, was in his ears that were also slightly reddened by the cold winter air.

As a passing person, she couldn't help but turned back to the sound that her ears caught.

In the eye, not far away, there is a person sitting under the pier of the overpass.

Her clothes were as dirty and torn as a tramp, and her clothes were thin.

Moreover, her long hair, which seems to have not been taken care of all the year round, and the ends of her hair can be scattered on the ground when she is sitting, are even more careless than the homeless people who wash their hair rarely a few times a year.

Hitomi Hoshino didn't choose to ignore this little match girl in a fairy tale, or a stray girl who was more miserable than the match girl.

She ignored the actions of the little brothers around her who wanted to block her and walked towards the girl.

About three meters away from the homeless girl, an unspeakable odor came on her face.

But even so, the lovely face of Hitomi Hoshino, a noble-born eldest lady, still had no dislike.

She came to the wandering girl, squatted down, and began to carefully look at the other's thin and dirty body with her pink pupils.

"Big sister, it's winter. I think you should find some winter coats for yourself. I think, if you are willing to find them, you may be able to find some others in the garbage storage points in the nearby residential areas. After finishing the closet at home, I chose to throw away the old cotton clothes."

"..."

The girl didn’t answer. When Hitomi Hoshino spoke to her, she just lifted up those eyes hidden in the foul-smelling hair that had solidified together under the instinctive reflection, through the hair gap. , Just like that, with the sound of his teeth shaking so cold, he glanced at Hitomi Hoshino who was squatting in front of him.