Pirate Death Comes to Tokyo

Another group came.

Kikuchi Sa looked at the Yakuza members huddled together. Before he had time to think more about the fact that he had just killed someone, another group of Yakuza members appeared in front of him.

A group of ordinary people armed with ordinary cold weapons, in Juchi Sa's eyes, they seemed to be eager to say come and beat me, come and beat me.

Thinking about the remaining skill points gained after just killing someone, Kikuchi Sa actually had a strange feeling.

These Yakuza members seem to be quite delicious.

It is not delicious to the senses, but delicious to living creatures for growth, growth, and nutrition.

It's as if the newborn piglet sees its mother pig, the chicks waiting for feeding see the feed, and the motionless grass takes root and absorbs the nutrients from the ground.

It’s all about growth.

Kill people to gain skill points and increase your sword skills and thunder fruit.

After the thunder fruit becomes elemental, he can basically be said to be invincible in the world.

No, he is just an ordinary high school student and cannot do things that violate laws and disciplines.

But someone had just been killed, and when the police started to investigate afterwards, it seemed that they had embarked on a dark road.

Just as Kikuchisa was thinking about a series of things, Yakuza members with weapons had already rushed up.

Two long knives and a baseball bat. The knife was sharpened and there were spikes on the stick.

These weapons have a hunting sound when they are swung, and it is difficult not to notice them.

"Shin"

"DengDeng"

Kikuchi Sa's two iron knives directly blocked everyone's attacks, and another attack was like a storm, and all the Yakuza members who were sticking up flew out.

"puff"

Many people vomited blood, which seemed to be falling in the air like rain.

No matter how many people come up, they all get the same solution. In the cold weapon battle, Kikuchi Sa is the invincible God of War.

"Don't move"

Just when Kikuchi Sa was unparalleled in the crowd like an ancient swordsman, a loud shout suddenly came from around the corner.

Someone took out a gun and pointed it at Kikuchi Sa.

The distance between the two sides is only four or five meters.

No matter how poor your gun skills are, no matter how weak the power of the gun is, you can easily kill him with one shot from this dangerous distance.

Seeing one of their own men pulling out guns, the Yakuza members who were about to attack them retreated one after another.

"It's Brother Mukojima"

They were afraid of being hit by bullets, and with their guns drawn, the situation was set.

No matter how good a warrior is, he will still fall under the gun.

Times have changed.

Moreover, almost two hundred years have passed since the Falling War.

"Why aren't you very powerful? If you have the ability, then fight again."

"Here, just use your knife to fight. Damn it, no matter how fast your knife is, it doesn't matter."

"You can be faster than the gun in my hand. I heard that you kendo masters brag that you can chop bullets with your sword. If you have the ability, show it to me."

The gun-wielding Yakuza members, or small bosses, shouted.

He just yelled that he would not shoot unless there was a real emergency. Once he fired, it would mean things would become troublesome.

If the surrounding residents hear the call and call the police, they will have to explain to the Metropolitan Police Department. Therefore, if you can do it without shooting, you will not shoot. This is common sense that all Yakuza know.

The surrounding Ji Dao boys lowered their heads when they saw the little boss coming out.

Some people who had been knocked down slowly stood up.

In addition, Kikuchi Sa is now being pointed at a gun, and the situation has worsened.

"Sato, Sato is not good, Sato is dead"

A gangster pushed Sato's body, but after pushing it, Sato's body became weirdly twisted. When he felt the pulse again, he was dead.

This was a deformed corpse that had been chopped directly by Kikuchi Sa with an iron knife.

"what"

"How can it be repaired?"

"How is this possible? It must be an unedged knife."

Someone died, which was not a big deal for the Yakuza, but he was actually killed by an enemy who broke in on his own territory, which was very problematic.

"Go up and take off that bastard's knife. I'm going to sink him into Tokyo Bay."

But what everyone didn't notice was that even when being pointed at a gun, Kikuchi Sa didn't show much fear.

Just when the gangster who wanted to disarm him came forward, Kikuchi stirred.

Under the blessing of thunder and lightning, Juchi suddenly appeared beside the little boss, waving the iron sword.

"click"

"what"

The little boss's arm bone was directly chopped off by the iron knife, and the gun in his hand appeared in Kikuchi Sa's palm at some point.

"Oh, my hands, my arms."

The little leader grabbed his deformed, bent and broken arm and fell to his knees.

His screams were really too shrill, and coupled with the deformed and deformed arms, the combination was mind-numbing.

scare

scare

Realizing that Kikuchi Sa had arrived at the corner without knowing it, holding a gun in his hand, the gangsters in the hall immediately backed up.

They were afraid of the gun in Kikuchi Sa's hand, but what they were even more afraid of was Kikuchi Sa's ghostly movements.

How did he cross such a long distance in one step and appear almost instantly.

"Ghost, it can't be a ghost."

"Don't scare yourself, it could be a ghost."

But Kikuchi Sa's abilities are like those of a ghost.

The speed of teleportation, the terrifying swordsmanship that knocked everyone away, and the old kendo uniform he was wearing.

In this way, the image of the dead soul of a swordsman from the Edo period was sketched in everyone's minds.

A member of the Yakuza who seemed to have a missing piece of his head shouted loudly: "What are you going to do if you break into our Fuhara Club? Are you looking for death?"

Three-dimensional people would not ask questions like this.

So he must be two-dimensional.

After breaking into the building, Kikuchi Sa finally spoke: "Find justice."

Seek justice.

They are indeed ghosts, and only ghosts who were wrongfully killed want to seek justice.

Before they could say anything more, they saw Kikuchi Sa heading towards the upper floor of the building with an iron knife. As for the gun, Kikuchi Sa had already stuffed it into his pocket.

Looking at Ju Chi's retreating figure, no one in the hall dared to step forward.

Are you kidding? There is no way they can stop that kind of guy. Only by giving them a gun can they have the confidence to fight against him.

"Then, what kind of ghost is that?"

"We can't let him go upstairs, the president is upstairs."

The gangsters in the Tomihara Club mingled together, and Fujimoto in the crowd widened his eyes. If he saw it correctly.

The guy who broke in and went on a killing spree was the kid he'd seen often these days. Under his instructions, the other party was in a very embarrassed state.

Fujimoto knew that Kikuchi Sa could fight, and he knew this from Hayabusa, a loser.

Therefore, the smart Sato never thought of confronting Kikuchi Sa from the beginning. Even if he could defeat him and teach him a lesson, it would be half the effort with half the effort.

To deal with such people, we need to adopt sneaky and unobtrusive methods.

But Fujimoto didn't expect that Kikuchi Sa would be so good at fighting.

This is already an inhuman level.

Speaking of being inhuman, he suddenly thought of the boss who was resting upstairs at the moment.

The boss has some rumors, but Fujimoto doesn’t know whether they are true or not.