Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 132 Demon Clan's Past, Redemption
Just like all the royal blood comics, Piccolo never dreamed that he would have a day of redemption.

Time passed quickly in such meaningless days, and four years passed like this. It may be that the war has been fought for too long, and finally the world as a whole has returned to calm, and business has begun to prosper again.

The recovery of the economy has also affected this small gang of gangsters. Their business is better than before, and people have gradually become more tolerant. More importantly, some of them have quit their jobs because they have found decent jobs. The tentacles nest moved away.

The boys all wanted to say something to Piccolo, but Piccolo didn't say a word. He wanted to live a normal life, and Piccolo thought he had no reason to stop him.

Everyone can obtain their own salvation, so where is the salvation that belongs to Piccolo?

On this day, a mysterious visitor came to this city. He was wearing an old dance costume, and he was simple and dusty.

The world was guarded by them in the past, but now people no longer rely on them. Due to the impact of the war, the people in the previous place were displaced. The middle-aged martial artist decided to find a suitable land again and pass on his own martial arts.

"Ah, what a wonderful place!" The middle-aged man was a little happy, he hadn't seen such a thriving city for a long time.

"Oh? Is it really good-looking?" A young man walked to the side and asked.

"Well, how long has it been since the end of the war? It's great that this place can flourish like this!" The middle-aged man looked at the young man who was flamboyant, and answered truthfully, a little strangely.

"Hey, if it looks good, why don't you pay me for it! Doesn't the city have my share if it's so beautiful? Can you watch it for free? You have to pay a small amount of money!"

The middle-aged man can see that this is a bastard who finds fault and blackmails people, and thinks it is ridiculous: "Hey, don't come out to beg if you have hands and feet, it's so shameful, it's not that there are no places to recruit workers now!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" The little gangster became angry, "Do you know who my boss is? The Tentacle Demon King—— Piccolo, if you still want to have a good time in this city, then tell me honestly Really pay the money!" The little gangster showed his hole card.

"I don't care who your boss is or how powerful he is, I only know one thing!" The middle-aged man was angry. If you rely on such blackmail to make money, then let me tell you what struggle should be like!"

"What big talk are you talking about!" The idiot young man wanted to say something, but he was subdued after only a moment.

One arm was twisted behind the back, and just a little movement would cause great pain, "Hey! Take it easy, take it easy!"

"Let's go!" The middle-aged man shook his head at him.

"Go? Where are you going?" The idiot didn't understand what he meant.

"Go to your boss, I want to see what kind of guy he is!" The middle-aged man has always been disgusted with such a social cancer and just stepped on it.

"Ah?" The foolish young man panicked, but the middle-aged man ignored his pleading and forced him all the way to the tentacles lair...

"You are his boss Piccolo, the tentacle demon king!" The middle-aged man was indeed taken aback when he saw Piccolo for the first time. He thought he was a pervert called the tentacle demon king, but he turned out to be a strange person.

"..." Piccolo didn't quite understand the situation, "I'm Piccolo, but I'm not the boss of this person, and I'm not some tentacled devil!"

As the most capable man in the city, Piccolo is indeed very low-key, but this does not prevent others from calling him the Tentacle Demon King, but his base Tentacle Lair is indeed named after the tentacles on his head of.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man stared at the foolish young man in embarrassment.

"Ah! It hurts, take it easy!" Seeing that he couldn't be fooled for the past two years, the idiot told the truth.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this, really, I didn't expect to be involved in such a boring incident!" Piccolo felt very speechless, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait," the middle-aged man said.

"What?" Piccolo turned his head and asked impatiently.

"Ah?" That idiot-like young man took the opportunity to run away.

"With your body, you don't seem to have practiced martial arts yet!" the middle-aged man asked.

"No, what's the matter?" Piccolo completely lost interest in this person. There were many people here who claimed to have practiced martial arts before, but unfortunately none of them could even touch his heels.

"Are you interested in learning martial arts with me?" the middle-aged man asked.

"No!" Piccolo didn't show a good face.

"Hey! Wait, practice martial arts with me, at least you have a better future than staying here!" The man did not give up persuading.

"Hey, let me tell you, we've already said we won't listen to you, why are we still entangled!" Several of Piccolo's subordinates slowly gathered around.

"I can't just watch you degenerate like this, it's too condescending!" The middle-aged man knocked down a few brash gangsters without saying a word, and then put his right hand on Piccolo's shoulder and said.

"Huh? Can't hide!" Only then did Piccolo really value this person's strength.

"So you have self-confidence!" Piccolo flexed his wrist, "I haven't used force for a long time, and now I don't even know how strong I am!"

"Huh? Brat, am I afraid of you? If I'm afraid of you, I won't be a martial artist!" The middle-aged man confronted each other without giving in.

"Ha!" Piccolo punched without the slightest hesitation.

"Hmph, how much strength can a young man have? Huh?" The middle-aged man suffered a small loss when he didn't notice it for a while, "So much strength!"

"Ha! Old guy, now you know how powerful I am!" Piccolo was very imposing, and his fists continued to strike alternately.

"It's a small trick, the one with long tentacles!" The middle-aged man became more calm after feeling low, and it was easy to deal with the piccolo.

"Phew! It's a good thing this guy hasn't practiced martial arts yet, otherwise he would be in bad luck today!"

"Damn why is this old guy so difficult to deal with?" Piccolo frowned and unconsciously increased his strength.

The middle-aged martial artist is getting more and more frightened as he fights. This guy is really a good material for practicing martial arts quickly. No, he is simply a genius. My decision to accept apprentices is really the right choice!

"Come be my apprentice, tentacles kid!" The middle-aged man shouted sincerely.

"Who's going to be your apprentice, you hateful old man!" Piccolo said angrily.

"Hmph, Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da, all Mu Dao!" The middle-aged martial artist easily dealt with every attack of Piccolo and then knocked him to the ground with a knife in his hand, "One more thing, call me master!"

"Damn it, old man, you are too angry, we didn't provoke you!" Piccolo's men raised their guns, "Let go of Brother Piccolo!"

"Oh? So my apprentice is called Piccolo?" The middle-aged martial artist was very satisfied, "I really like listening to the folk songs played by Piccolo."

"Damn it, stop being so arrogant. Brother Piccolo is not afraid of bullets. You are different. You are just an ordinary person!"

"Xiao Liu, calm down!" Piccolo was startled, they are villains, but they are not murderers.

"Boom!" Piccolo's reminder was still too late.

The little six who fired the gun closed his eyes in fright. It was his first time to shoot, and he almost fell due to the recoil.

"Shhh~ Fortunately, I caught up, boy, don't shoot randomly if you haven't fired a gun before, your bullet almost hit your little friend!"

(End of this chapter)