newbobooks Chapter 200: The Simple Folks of the Bronx
Chapter 200: The Simple Folks of the Bronx
After thinking it over again and again, Morofushi Kagemitsu looked up and met Hagiwara and Matsuda who were expecting his reply. The three pairs of eyes looked at each other and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
Zhu Fujingguang coughed lightly, the words of refusal swirling on his lips. Xiaoguang's face, which was extremely similar to Zero, appeared in his mind. He turned his head away and refused with difficulty: "...No, forget it. Xiaoguang..."
As he said this name, Zhu Fujingguang inexplicably felt his cheeks burning.
He paused and continued, "I will personally investigate Xiaoguang's background. Once I get in touch with Zero, everything will be clear."
Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda looked at each other, and when they looked at Keimitsu Morifushi, there was an inexplicable pity in their eyes.
Well, it turns out that Mr. Jing hasn't contacted his childhood friends yet, but they all had an argument with Fūya Ling on the phone.
a ha ha ha.
The two laughed awkwardly for a few times and quietly hid their phones more tightly.
The sudden feeling of guilt hit them hard.
Damn it, it was clearly Rei Fōtani who didn’t contact Boss Jing, so Rei Fōtani should be the one feeling guilty.
What does it have to do with their innocent colleagues!
Before they knew it, the atmosphere between the three of them became heavy again.
Although the weight between Zhu Fu Jingguang and the other two was different.
Kenji Hagiwara felt that this was not a good idea. After quickly sending a message, he put his arms around Keimitsu Morifushi's neck, as if he didn't notice his friend's momentary tense body, and casually lifted the hair from his neck.
"Are you embarrassed, Xiao Morobushi? Don't be shy, I've already sent a message to the landlord to go back. Come on, I'll take you to see Xiao Guang. Xiao Guang is very cute and looks a lot like Zero~, don't you really want to see him?"
Kenji Hagiwara's color changed slightly, and with bad intentions he wanted to see the frightened look on Kofukuya's face, so he tried his best to persuade Morofushi Kagemitsu.
The tempted Morobushi Kagemitsu: ...
He tried hard to stay awake, but the enemy's 'honey trap' was too strong and he couldn't stand it.
That’s little Zero, the kind of Zero that you can hold in your arms and lift high.
Who can refuse!
He couldn't refuse this anyway.
Hagiwara Kenji said with a smile, "Don't you want to know, Komorobushi, how deep the bond between you and Kofuruya is?"
How deep the bond is depends on whether you can recognize at a glance that the 177-centimeter baby is your -centimeter child!
Zhu Fu Jingguang's lips trembled. Facing the irrefutable evidence from 'Xiao Guang', you asked me how deep the bond between me and You Xunran was?
Second year graduate, you want to be sniped again, right?
Zhu Fujingguang smiled gently.
Kenji Hagiwara shuddered, laughed dryly a few times, and then shut up.
He gave a wink to Matsuda Jinpei, and Matsuda tacitly stepped forward and grabbed Morobushi Kagemitsu's other arm, which was equivalent to holding Morobushi Kagemitsu together with Yu Junran.
He raised his eyebrows and said righteously, "Zhu Fu, you are Xiao Guang's father, please act like a father."
Zhu Fujingguang covered his face, his ears red, and said in a desperate tone, "That's enough, you two. I'll just go with you."
Stop joking, I can't resist the urge to hit someone.
The Bronx, New York.
When the car stopped, Fūya Rei had already packed up and got out.
Gibson eagerly put a thick cloak on him. The cloak was made of white cotton, large and soft, wrapping him completely in it, and it was furry.
"Master, where are you going?" Gibson asked.
Furuya Ling gathered his cloak and said sincerely, "God will guide me in the direction of my future."
He has already selected the chess pieces in advance, and it depends on whether the group can achieve the goal today.
Gibson: ...
He looked confused, but remained silent.
After entering the Bronx, Gibson could clearly sense the countless malicious gazes coming at him from all directions.
He held the scalpel in his pocket, licked his lips, and was eager to do something.
I haven't seen such vivid malice in a long time. It's really heart-warming.
As the two entered the western part of the Bronx, the environment became increasingly bleak and the smell of corruption spread. The air was filled with factors of unrest and violence.
"stop!"
Someone shouted to Furuya Rei.
Fūya Rei put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly a few times, then stopped.
As expected, he was surrounded.
He was surrounded by locals, each of them small and fierce, with fierce and greedy eyes, and an aura of sin and madness emanating from them. They were dressed in tattered clothes and held old guns in their hands.
It can be seen that their living standards are not good, but they survive by relying on unconventional means.
Fūya Ling's brows darkened. This was not a slum, but a city of sin.
Gibson immediately hid Rei Furuya behind him to protect him. The smile on the corner of his mouth gave people a cold feeling as if a scalpel was slowly cutting through the texture of the body.
As if sensing that Gibson was not someone to be trifled with, the leading white youth tilted his gun towards Rei, who was a head taller than Gibson and couldn't hide himself. He grinned, his tall figure giving off an indescribable sense of intimidation: "Take out all your valuables, and we can help you without hurting anyone."
After that, he fired a shot at the tree behind him, his expression cold and indifferent: "This is a real gun. This young master doesn't want to get hurt, so let your bodyguard behave himself. If it goes off accidentally, it will be embarrassing for everyone."
Fūya Rei's pair of purple-gray eyes curved gently, and his harmless drooping eyes perfectly concealed the bewitching depth and mystery in his eyes, making him appear as innocent and harmless as a golden retriever.
No wonder the white youths mistook him for a naive young master.
Fūya Rei looked around. Behind the white young man, two of his subordinates were beating up a thug. A scoundrel was groping a woman who was dressed brightly and wearing heavy makeup...
Some pedestrians covered their faces and hurried away to avoid getting in trouble, some turned a blind eye as if they were invisible, and some stopped not far away to eat melon seeds and watch the show...
No one came out to stop it or call the police.
Rei Furuya: This is free America, the people are really simple and honest.
Fūya Rei looked melancholy, and said softly, "This is really unfortunate. I just wanted to go out for a walk, so I left my things in the car."
The white young man held the gun steadily. He said calmly, "You stay. I'll have my subordinates follow your bodyguard to get the things from the car."
He said in a dangerous tone, "I saw your car parked outside. We haven't seen such a nice car in this area in a long time."
He was warning Rei Furuya, having been targeting him from the very beginning.
Fūya Rei lamented, "Looks like we can't reach an agreement."
He coughed lightly and took a half step back. The next moment, Gibson was already fighting with the group of people.
The white youths fought ruthlessly in order to survive. Gibson held the scalpel and cut it vigorously. Every time it cut through the enemy's skin, it tore the flesh apart, as if he was painting a wonderful work of art.
Fūya Rei was protected tightly and did not suffer any harm.