I am a writer in Tokyo

Generally speaking, the enemy of your enemy is your ally, but you suddenly find that your enemy's enemy is your idol, so the degree of hatefulness of that enemy begins to double.

So after it was confirmed that the person was indeed a writer, Yuzhi Eto, who was trapped in the crowd, became even more hateful in the eyes of the mafia.

An unforgivable sin.

"If this person had been in the past, he would have had an arm removed, or beheaded."

The leader of the mafia glanced at the police who followed and then spoke loudly.

He has become more unscrupulous now, and if he wants to take action, he has very sufficient reasons.

To eliminate harm for the people or to enforce justice on behalf of heaven.

He pointed at the trembling Eto Yuzhi and said to the policemen in the distance: "This man seems to have offended the writer teacher. If you plan to let him go, then I will take care of justice."

After saying this, he swung his hand into the air like a knife.

In the past, this group of mafia could have done it, and in fact they can do it now as well. It depends on the extent to which they have been offended. If they are to go to the extent of risking their lives, then their calculations will come down to how many lives can be exchanged for one life.

The police were stunned for a moment. They always felt that this kind of street fight would basically not affect the upper-class groups. However, after hearing that the writer was involved, they had to take it seriously.

After several policemen discussed together, they started walking towards here.

If a writer died in a street fight, all of them would be brought before the Cabinet tomorrow, begging their ministers to let them get out of prison one day.

"I know him. He's Mr. Koin Kazuki."

A policeman suddenly said.

"Is he famous?"

An older policeman turned his head and asked.

The person who had spoken originally thought about it for a moment, and then made a more appropriate analogy: "Generally speaking, the level of writers is here. And he is here."

One of his hands was on his waist and the other was raised high above his head.

"If he can win the Nobel Prize in Literature this year, then to some extent he represents the height of Tokyo as a whole, no, it should be the height of the entire Neon literature."

Another policeman immediately added: "In a few years, his portrait may appear on the banknotes we spend. I just don't know whether it will be 10,000 yuan or 5,000 yuan."

As for the face value of one thousand, it is highly unlikely because Japan in the bubble era needed a spiritual leader so badly.

All the policemen were silent, but they weighed the matter silently in their hearts.

Of course, when they got closer and learned about Kitajima Koma's true identity, and saw Eto Yuzhi holding a broken beer bottle in his hand, everyone's heart tensed.

Yuzhi Eto looked at Kitajima Koma. If it wasn't dark now, he would probably be able to see his red eyes.

"You deserve to die."

He said this and pushed off the ground with his feet, ready to charge.

The mafia members did not take action, but they surrounded Yuzhi Eto.

Then the policemen put their hands on the batons at their waists, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Yuzhi Eto.

"May I ask how the writer teacher offended him?"

The police looked at the way Yuji Eto was dressed and wondered how such a low-class person could come into contact with a writer.

"Strangely enough, I don't know him at all, but he has been following me for several days.

With the protection of Mr. Oshima and your help, we came here to ask him for an explanation, but the current situation does not seem to be very good.

so……"

"He is currently holding a weapon that can cause harm, and he has a certain degree of autonomy. Once he launches an attack, I am sure I can send him to prison and nail him firmly to the gallows."

Matsuo's voice was a little cold. He reminded the police that their current focus was not on the cause but on the scene.

But before Matsuo could say anything, the mafia members had already pinned down Yuji Eto.

The reason is simple.

He didn't pay for the prostitution.

Of course, while the mafia was pressing down, the police followed closely and directly enforced control.

Yuzhi Weitou struggled for a long time, but finally found that it was futile, so he could only lock his eyes on Kitajima Koma.

"How have I offended you? Or have I ever offended you?"

Kitajima was allowed to ask some questions.

So with the help of Mr. Matsuo, I asked this question.

However, it seemed that Yuzhi Eto was not in a very good mental state. He kept repeating words like "you deserve to die" over and over again.

Seeing that the inquiries were fruitless, the police kept apologizing.

After the police left, the mafia members stood there looking a little embarrassed.

"Would you like to come to the store to play, Writer Teacher?"

The leader said with a serious face.

Everyone looked at the store in the next block. The neon lights of the store were very bright, and there was a huge billboard on it. The girls on the sign were all very pretty.

Neon during the bubble era was not entirely filled with so-called non-mainstream and visual styles. Perhaps it was because this store promoted the so-called bookish and academic temperament that it attracted people like Yuji Eto.

A down-and-out scholar.

However, it must be said that the photo of the girl above successfully attracted everyone present.

"Could this be the one in the Snow Country..."

Before Kosaka Takehiro could finish his words, Matsuo covered his mouth and said anxiously, "Shut up, let's talk about this after we get into the store."

He was breathing heavily and his face looked a little flushed.

"Today, all friends of writers and teachers can enjoy a 50% discount, and of course writers and teachers can enjoy it for free."

The mafia extended the invitation again.

He has a good business sense.

It has to be said that if this kind of writer who is about to become a national-level writer can come to their store to play, it can basically be guaranteed that their store will be packed in the next few decades.

Don't underestimate the influence of a writer.

As for the influence on the writer...people will praise the writer for his romanticism.

Looking at the people who were swallowing their saliva silently, Ju felt that if he didn't go in today, it would most likely disappoint many people.

So under everyone's eager gaze, Ju nodded slowly.

"In that case, thank you very much."

When the mafia members heard this, they immediately split into two lines and bowed in an orderly manner to express their gratitude to Kitajima Koma and his group. At the same time, an indescribable and extremely exaggerated scene appeared in front of them.

I don't know if someone tipped off the group in advance, but when everyone arrived at the door of the store, the two receptionists said very gently, "Welcome to the teacher in the courtyard." (End of this chapter)