king of yokohama

It is too difficult for you now to be an ordinary person in this life.

You have never been so eager to have powers as powerful as before rebirth.

You closed the woman's eyes and kissed her bruised forehead.

As an ordinary person in this life, your immature shoulders cannot carry the bones of your parents. You can only let them stay here, and at some point after you leave, you will be dragged away like garbage by the bottom mafia who came to count the corpses.

And there's nothing you can do about it.Because everything stems from not being strong enough.

At this time, you don't have much time to mourn or complain about yourself, so you can only keep silent, go to the bathroom at home to take a shower, simply wrap the wound with a bandage, put an OK bandage on your face, and then He changed the blood-stained sailor suit into a casual outfit, re-attached the Hidden Blade to his right arm, and carried a foldable butterfly/knife in his left hand pocket.

You calmly looked at the clean girl in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, lifted a particularly conspicuous strand of long silver hair from her shoulders, and decisively cut it off with a sharp Hidden Blade, until you made her hairstyle short like a boy's.

You put on a white baseball cap, hide all the conspicuous silver hair in the cap, then put your hands in your pockets, and the delicate-looking girl in the mirror completely transforms into a slightly feminine boy with a cold expression.

Roughly dealt with the traces of your own past, based on the experience of your previous life, you know that the enemy is coming, but you are not sure that you can face a dozen strong adults who may even have guns with them.

You light a fire as you leave and stand on the darkened street for one last look at the burning house that is no longer yours.He touched the cuff buttons in his pocket, lowered his head and pressed the brim of his hat, and turned to leave.

You have to become stronger.

*

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have a senior and a younger child, and I recently got divorced! If I die, there will be no one to take care of my 80-year-old mother and two-year-old son!"

You, who hijacked a car while driving, felt a little familiar to you, but after a closer look, the taxi driver was indeed the middle-aged man whose car was rubbed by you before.

"To Yokohama."

You calmly ignored the expression of "I'm so unlucky to be hijacked again" on the face of the man who changed into a pair of pants, and said in a low voice.

"Cross-city, my car is almost out of gas, why don't you change it." The middle-aged man made a sad face and flattered him with a proposal. When you pressed the handle of a knife against his back with your backhand, he changed his attitude instantly, "I know Yes! Young Master, you can go wherever you say!"

"Stop talking nonsense, drive quickly." Seeing that you coerced the other party into rubbing against the car but didn't call the police for some reason, you just raised your eyes and looked at him coldly. .

Obviously you have been hijacked once in a similar way, but you still stop the car because of the kindness in your heart. Should it be said that he is stupid, or that he is stupid.

The loud sound of the alarm bell stings your eardrums, you look sideways out of the window, and the belated police cars and bloated fire trucks roar past, heading in the opposite direction from you.You shook your head invisibly. If Kawasaki was under your rule in the previous life, such a situation would never have happened.

You are about to leave this city where you have worked hard for most of your life in the previous life, and you have been born and raised in this life, and you are going to the strange Yokohama alone. You are in a complicated mood and at the same time have some eagerness that is hard to ignore.

Yokohama.The home of the port mafia who have opposed you in previous lives.

There will definitely be a place for you, the mourning bird, in this life.

"Young master." I don't know what kind of expression you accidentally showed, but the shadow of the middle-aged man on the car window glanced at you, and said cautiously, "It's not good to run away from home. If you have conflicts with your parents, it's better Go home now."

"I don't have a home," you say.

The middle-aged man shut up and concentrated on driving.

It only takes one hour by train from Kawasaki to Yokohama, and just over two hours by taxi.

"If someone asks you for something, tell the truth." Before getting out of the car, you throw the wallet offered by a fat sheep with a big belly on the street to the middle-aged man who honestly served as a driver for you all the way, "Conceal It won't do you any good."

Although Kawasaki's mafia has always been unorganized and undisciplined, they are still very principled and generally do not easily harm civilians who have nothing to do with their interests, but if they find out that someone is trying to hide...the mafia is a mafia after all .

"Young Master," the middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed the wallet that was enough to last his family's life for a year, like holding a time bomb, he swallowed nervously, and spoke boldly, "You are not afraid Should I call the police?"

"It's up to you." You glanced at him lightly, got out of the car and left.

From the very beginning, you didn't intend to hide your traces of coming to Yokohama. In the future, if the murderers don't come to hunt you down, you will take the initiative to find them.

Also, to use local slang, Kawasaki's cops call the cops -- no effort.

In this life, there will not be a mourning bird to manage this city.

*

You walk into the slums of Yokohama.

The most hidden and dark place in a city can best reflect the overall picture of the city.

Zhong also told you that he grew up in the slums of Yokohama.You believed it at the time, because you had never been to Yokohama, and you believed everything Chuya said to you.

But now it seems that he has been lying to you since the first meeting.

He might really be from Yokohama, but there's no way the slums here could support someone like him.

A skinny wild cat ran over and meowed and circled around your feet fearlessly. You took a step aside, only to realize that you had accidentally stepped on a fishbone. The wild cat looked at you vigilantly. You lowered your head and picked up the fishbone, just when you thought it would run away immediately, it swallowed the fishbone in a few mouthfuls.

Even the cats in the slums know that when they find food, they must eat it in their stomachs immediately so as not to be snatched by other cats.You knelt down and wanted to pet the cat's head, but you were almost scratched by the furry cat.

Even the cats in Yokohama are so fierce.You realized this truth, stood up and randomly chose a road that was walked out by others, and headed into the depths of the slum.

The periphery of the slums is full of urban garbage, like a physical barrier, keeping everyone who is curious about it out, and few people enter or exit.And you, who are brand new and neat, are out of tune with the environment here.

The air was filled with the smell of damp and decay, and perhaps a bloody smell.

You stepped on the rubbish dump, felt more than a dozen greedy eyes hidden in the dark focused on yourself, and swung the butterfly/knife with your left hand neatly, holding two knives in your hand, the sharp light of the knives flashed Dazzling, frightening Xiaoxiao.

A few gazes receded silently, and the rest may be looking at your child's appearance, thinking that you are bluffing, and you are still about to move.Even if you don't taste the taste of young children yourself, you should catch you and sell it for a good price.

You think you have pity on the weak, but others will not pity you because of your weakness.

When I arrived at someone else's territory, I planned to keep a low profile first.You looked at the ferocious and ragged men in front of you, your eyes turned cold.

A real fight is completely different from a turn-based fight on TV.Holding the knife in your left hand, you rush towards the men rushing towards you trying to catch you like a gust of wind. There is no extra gorgeous move at all, every movement is bound to see blood, the butterfly/knife in your left hand hits the enemy's fragile waist and abdomen Flicking the sharp saber, the Hidden Blade in his right hand struck immediately and quickly sealed his throat to make up for the final blow.

Your speed is too fast, your agility is too high, and the men who only use brute force can't dodge at all. Because of your sudden appearance and contempt for you, they didn't even bring a knife, gun or stick/stick.

You jumped up and slashed from top to bottom with your sword. The only man standing in the audience could only subconsciously raise his hand to block, but he forgot the sharpness of the Hidden Blade in your hand. Paper cut off his entire arm and stabbed at his chest without hindrance.

呲——

The blood gushed out in an instant, and fell to the ground together with the severed hand that was still wriggling unwillingly.

Those eyes that coveted you finally completely disappeared.With a flick of your wrist, you take back the Hidden Blade that was not stained with blood, and holding the red butterfly/knife in your left hand, you walk leisurely towards the living creature who is still rolling and howling on the ground.

"Want to live?"

You asked indifferently, and stepped on the man's face with your booted right foot, until the half of the man's face distorted by pain was trampled into the trash.

"Think about it! I think about it!" The man didn't dare to struggle even though his mouth was full of rubbish. He begged for his life. In the end, he was just a little guy who was ordered by others. "Please don't kill me!" ! My hand..."

"Then go back and tell your boss," you smiled, the foot that was stepping on the man's face suddenly exerted force, and heard another scream from the man, "I'm just passing here."

So you can stop these boring temptations.Even if you really wanted to grab the land, you wouldn't choose such a place.

"Go away." You kicked the shoulder of the man who was still lying on the ground and dared not move without your permission, "Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Before you finished speaking, you saw the man get up immediately, staggered, picked up the severed hand on the ground, and ran away, as if a ghost was chasing him.

"Have you seen enough?"

Standing in the middle of the corpses and rubbish on the ground, you tidied up the clothes that were crumpled during the battle, and suddenly said.You turned around and faced the alley where two soft, inaudible breathing sounds came from all the time, and you didn't relax your vigilance just because the other party couldn't hide from you without making a move.

A drop of blood slips from the blade of the butterfly/knife in your left hand, silently.

Finally, there was movement in the alley.

By the light of the moon, you can clearly see the whole picture of the voyeurs who came out of the alley on their own initiative, but they are just two thin children.You take back the butterfly/knife, almost forgetting that you are only a seven-year-old child now.

You walked towards the two children, the black-haired, black-eyed boy, who seemed to be two years younger than you, was holding the sleeping little girl with a black face in his arms, looking at you vigilantly .

"Your sister is very cute."

You originally wanted to express your friendliness, but the boy's eyes instantly became fierce, like a cub whose territory has been violated and stretched out its claws to the provocateur.

"You are already very powerful at your age."

You swung your Hidden Blade and easily blocked the other party's supernatural attack like a black beast, and sincerely praised him, thinking that the other party has awakened his supernatural power at such a young age, and he is a good seed for the mafia.

...For some reason, the boy's eyes became more fierce, as if he might pounce on you and bite you at any moment.