"Shinano-chan goes somewhere safe... right. I need you to go back inside the hotel."
I can't even show underage girls the blood-smelling battle.
Even I still have that much good sense.
but Makoto won't try to get away from me.
"What's up? You lose your hips and you can't move?
"... because it's my fault"
"Yours?
"Because I think those people came after me. So if Mr. Neutral is going to move for me, I think I need to see it through."
"... well. But as soon as you feel bad, go back."
Good boy, he gently strokes Shinachi's head and walks out loosely.
At the same time, Benz and the wagon make a sudden stop and the door opens abusively.
"Yakuzamon didn't run away!
Coming out of the wagon car is still a half-grey group I saw at the hotel. Will there be... fifteen or so people?
That's how I checked the enemy's power, and Kundo and his exclusive driver rushed over here.
"Oh, no, sir, my irregular driver couldn't have sprinkled their tail."
"Is the driver of a gang office irregular..."
"I told you this industry is a bad economy. No matter how much you recruit, you can't come with a good driver. Thanks to you, as you can see, our driver is Yobo Yobo's grandfather. Well, it might be a strength to be old enough to have someone kill you."
Heh. If you beat someone up on President Kuando's orders, you're supposed to pretend to be an Alzheimer's, the gray-headed driver laughs.
Sure, the bokeh old man card is strong.
Something sweet for the elderly. In this country, you can say it's a license to kill.
... Really, these guys are natural crumbs. Why aren't you under arrest?
One man approached me as I was shook up on the shelf full of my own sex offenders.
Age is...... I saw it in my late twenties. The beard is stored in the jaw and mouth, and the shaved short hair is dyed brown.
The mundane face and musculoskeletal appearance unleashed a different sense of intimidation than the surrounding people.
Definitely. This is the half-grey leader.
"Hey old man. Yeah, it's you, you with the artist breakdown."
Crouched dami voice. Probably crushed his throat while he was repeatedly drinking, smoking and intimidating.
"Neutral, right? We ordered that junior high school student first. I don't know how much money you've got, but you can't take it from me, can you?
"You, are you Lolicon while you dress up like that?
"Can't you talk about people? You're treated like a handsome entertainer in the world, and you buy minors in the back? Oh. Here it is. Wow, what happens if I sell it to a weekly magazine?
"There's nothing wrong with that. Because you're gonna forget everything you saw here."
"Oh, what? Why don't you pay me a shut-down fee?
"No, I'm not going to give you money. I might be able to help."
"Yabe. Super cool. Hey, guys, did you hear that? This old man says he's gonna mess with us all by himself."
Hey, seriously. A niyanya laugh characteristic of a young man with a bad gala that spreads with a touch.
"I was going to sack it originally, so that would be quick and helpful."
The half-greys took knives and metal bats out of the car and surrounded me by trying to draw a wheel.
It's daylight and daring.... No, I'm not. If you look closely, they try to hide me with their cars and their bodies.
Minimum blindfold. Then crude words and deeds are backwards, and maybe they're not going to take even their lives.
If you're willing to kill me, you should try to cover it up more seriously.
"Um, is there anything I can tell you? If your old man has a duck, I'll tell him your last words, okay? Look, we're the walrus, but we take care of our people, our bonds. Come on, I understand that."
Ask the provocative man what he's always cared about.
"To you, what is a junior high school girl? Why are you so obsessed with Makoto?
"I'm not obsessed with anything else. I'm just thirsty."
"Throat?"
"Girls middle school is a drink, right? You can drink all the liquids that come out."
... I didn't know there was going to be a revulsion. This is exactly what happened.
Girls middle school students drink. It is an incredible statement.
- You think a girl under eighteen should be treated as a mom, but as a beverage?
What do you think your mother is!? and makes me want to preach from the point of view of filial piety.
"Turn to your mom. What's with that mouth!
I unleash my momentum and kick, blowing the men's murder weapon in an instant.
Today, Ayako's debuff has reduced my muscle strength to about three times that of a regular person.
If you're going to play Superman on Earth, it's just the right salt plum.
"What!? Karate!?
Grab a fist swung down from the rear and throw momentum.
"This guy... he does judo too!?
No.
This is our martial arts, naturally acquired while fighting the subhuman hand.
Still somewhere similar to Judo is probably due to the fact that the user is more than a human being, the optimal figure.
"You're not doing well! I'm experienced, too!
The man in leadership is in a fighting pose with an angry face.
Do you have the opposite shoulder in front of this opponent - boxing?
"Stop. You can't beat me."
"Come on, old man! Are you freaking out now!?
"It's not a matter of technology or arm strength. You're moving with lust, but I'm moving with parent-child love. For me, Makoto is a new mom candidate. My son who fights for his mother is invincible."
"You're not saying a mess!
Scatter the left hook released by the man and tap right straight in with the counter.
"Bugga......!? is, speed...... Huh!?
The man no longer seemed to do the same standing, fluttering with his nosebleeds.
The surrounding half-greys said, "That yuji...!?," he watches with astonishment.
Apparently, this leader, Yuji and others, is recognized as a considerable skill.
"... there's no way... I... I've been in the Inter High, and, uh..."
"What's wrong with that? I'm sweet to teenage girls this past year, babbabe babe, you know? I think it's more amazing in many ways."
"... just now, what did you say...!
Take the high kick unleashed by the man and destroy the joints in an idle motion.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!
"Kicking accuracy is a bad idea. Didn't you learn kickboxing?
"Why are you so strong when you're a criminal... and you're a sex offender who bought a junior high school girl..."
"It's not a crime. It's legal for me to flirt with Makoto."
"... what?
"A young man like you may not know, but a man, after thirty, has a baby living in his heart. In proportion to the increase in age and social status, the urge to sweeten your mom also intensifies. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Old man's shorter, and worse manners, huh? It's all because of the baby returns. What a baby I am more than half the time. So if Makoto and I flirt, that means you're practically a shota. You know, if Shota and the girls were in middle school, it would be a perfectly legal combination, right?
"This guy's doing marijuana!? I don't understand a word you're saying!
"Do you want some medicine? I'm a man who smokes a bottle of cannabis... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
Beat the men jumping from left to right, without hesitation.
The two and a half greys blew away as the kirimi spun, landing on the bonnet of the wagon car and not even moving Pickle.
"I wanted to live normally, too. I wanted to marry a woman my age, even a salesman."
"Hey, what is this old man...? What are you talking about earlier...?
"But that's impossible... I can't turn back anymore! I seek motherhood from a younger girl. I walk astray, I've been tutored by a bluebird old man from Babb! Even though true motherhood can be found from my mother at home... Who's to blame for me being like this? I know it's because of you guys!
"Absolutely not! You're hitting eight for blaming us for all the yabeye you ate elsewhere!
"Shut up!
Kundo was squeaking behind my back, which continued to inflict irrational violence ever since.
"It's a good reverse cut and a special sexuality. I thought my husband was talented for yakuza."