As Leonix, I just want to play badly

"Hey, is everyone okay?"

When no one was paying attention, Da Gu appeared out of nowhere.

Zongfang immediately became furious and asked: "You kid, where did you go when you were on a mission just now?"

Dagu rolled his eyes and started talking nonsense. He lowered his head and said with an aggrieved face: "Commander, I don't know where the PDI fell when I was evacuating the crowd just now. I didn't receive the order."

Munakata was speechless, as if he had been punched on cotton. He couldn't breathe out and was holding his stomach inside.

Hui Jian hurried over to smooth things over, looked at him and said, "Forget it, it's not entirely his fault."

Dagu suddenly felt happy. The commander usually listened to the captain the most, and now he finally landed safely.

Unexpectedly, Hui Jian's next words gave him a critical blow.

"Let him be in charge of the Games TPC for our two planes that were damaged by the Kirialodians."

"That's really the best." Xincheng hugged Dagu's neck and looked at him like a long-lost brother.

Who can understand his difficulties as a retired pilot. Every time he goes on duty, he almost always breaks down a plane. Unexpectedly, today Dagu will personally do the aftermath work. It is simply a piece of cake in the sky.

Dagu reluctantly said "hmm" and looked at the two Shengli Feiyans emitting black smoke in the distance, showing a wry smile.

"If I had known earlier, I would have gone to have dinner with the Dongfang team members." Da Gu muttered.

Jian Hui frowned, turned around and asked, "Team Dagu, what did you just say and who were you having dinner with?"

"No, no, you heard wrong." After saying that, he left as if running away.

"See you later, Dagu." Dijing gloated, "A meteorite fell on Chifeng Mountain today. I have to do sample analysis when I get back. Thinking about it gives me a headache."

…

On the streets of Tokyo, Dongfang Su looked at Linliang's crowded snack streets, and his tax deductions almost leaked out. Sure enough, this was his true gentle hometown.

Having just experienced the war, this place was the only place that was slightly remote and untouched. However, it also attracted a large number of refugees, making it much busier than usual.

After squeezing through the crowd, Dongfangsu finally stopped in front of a slightly plain store.

"Boss, let's have some omelette rice."

"okay."

What came was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Although his hair was gray, he always had a bright smile on his face.

In his opinion, every one of this bustling crowd is a real cash machine. It is now possible to achieve financial freedom and go straight to a well-off society.

"Sir, besides the omelette rice, what else would you like to order?" the boss said with a smile on his face.

Dongfang Su took the menu, looked at it for a long time, pointed at it and said: "Some noodles, curry rice, sake, don't want these, just take the rest."

The boss suddenly raised his head and looked at Dongfang Su with eyes like God. After a while of greetings, he left happily.

In fact, the intermediary Hui gave him a credit card before. I remember it seemed that he could spend hundreds of millions of yen a month. Although he didn't know what the exchange rate of yen was, it sounded like a lot.

The streets remain busy. People are walking through the crowded streets, coming and going, and neon lights are flashing, creating a noisy and lively scene.

Dongfangsu just took a bite and immediately praised the omelette rice at this restaurant. I have long heard Xia Lian say that the omelette rice at this restaurant is delicious. I am honest, and when paired with other dishes, it is nothing more delicious than anything else in the world. That’s it.

Happy times are always short-lived. Just when he was about to leave after paying the bill, he saw a few familiar figures on the street.

Dongfang Su smiled slightly, "It's actually them."

Judging from the appearance of those few gangsters, they were obviously following a girl in blue clothes. The girl was wearing a blue short shirt and a black leather skirt, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

No wonder he was targeted by these street gangsters.

These people are really incorrigible, Dongfang Su thought to himself, and then quietly followed them.

The girl looked flustered and looked behind her from time to time. A few gangsters realized they had been exposed and stopped demonstrating, forcing the girl into a corner where no one was.

Seven people blocked all the girl's escape routes.

The leader, Huang Mao, wore a yellow slaying head and held a cigarette butt he picked up from nowhere in his mouth. His eyes kept wandering around the girl with a cunning expression.

"Sister, why are you here alone? It's so unsafe in the dark. Brother, I am a famous figure from all over the country. Why don't I let my brothers protect you tonight?"

As he said that, Xiao Huangmao stretched out his hands towards the girl's fair and tender face, wanting to kiss her.

The girl did not resist, nor did she cry out for help. She just clung to the corner and stared at the ground beneath her feet.

Could it be that he is an autistic mute? Thinking of this, Huang Mao became even more excited, and the expressions of the other accomplices also became more obscene.

"Ahem."

A discordant voice broke the "beautiful" atmosphere.

Huang Mao's face became particularly ugly. He seemed to have heard this crisp voice somewhere, but in order to establish his authority as the boss, he pushed his companion away.

He cursed loudly: "What the hell, who will interfere with my good deeds? Are you tired of living?"

Dongfang Su came out with a smile on his face and waved to him.

Huang Mao was startled and exclaimed: "Why is it you again?"

He was really speechless. Why did this man always mess up every time he encountered a good thing that fell from the sky? Who did he offend?

Two sturdy big men came over and said, "Brother, do you know this guy?"

There was a lot of disdain in his words. In his opinion, this guy was just a little handsome. He could send him to the west with one punch. If one punch didn't work, then two punches would do it.

Seeing the two new brothers he had recruited, Huangmao suddenly felt confident and his tone became much harder.

"You came at the right time. Together with the previous two times, it's just right to settle accounts this time. Beat him to death for me."

The two big men were two meters tall, and their arms looked thicker than Dongfang Su's thighs. The two of them surrounded Dongfang Su from both sides, fearing that Dongfang Su would run away.

Dongfang Su looked at Huangmao's fearless look and found it a little funny. He shook his head helplessly. Some people were looking for death, and it was really impossible to stop them.

Facing two sandbag-sized fists, he stretched out his hands and took them hard.

The two big guys' faces changed drastically. They didn't expect that this weak-looking boy could be so strong. They used all their strength, but their arms were like being tied by thick chains, and they didn't move at all.

Dongfang Su slightly exerted force on his wrist, and the sound of the bone breaking was particularly harsh.

The two big guys had beads of sweat on their foreheads. They half-knelt on the ground in pain, begging for mercy.