Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Using the Flame of Death Qi to fly over is indeed much faster than taking a car.

In the pitch-black night, the dazzling golden-red flames swirled, forming a small whirlwind, and a slender figure slowly landed in the wind.The flames dissipated when the soles of the shoes touched the concrete floor firmly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took out his phone and checked the time.

Less than 5 minutes have passed since getting off the taxi, faster than he imagined.

He felt that he could think about where he wanted to go in the future and just use the Flame of Death Qi to fly there.

After all, taking a taxi in Yokohama is quite expensive.

RicBar is located in a relatively remote location in downtown Yokohama.

It is located in an old long alley that is not too wide. Many buildings in the alley have signs of being eroded by rain all year round, and the walls are also peeling off.

And Ric is the only clear stream among these stores.

Although the store is not very brand new, and Mr. Sakurada has never taken back the signboard for bartenders at the entrance, the decoration does have a rather unique style, which does not make people feel cheap and vulgar , Without the colorful splendor of most bars.

If it weren't for the brightly written "Bar" on the signboard, I am afraid that people who stop by after passing by will wonder if this store is a relatively small classical music hall.

But the appearance of this store at the moment is really a bit bad.

The street lamp standing tall on the side of the street swayed the light on the storefront. A large group of summer insects that tended to light gathered on the bulb of the street lamp, but after a loud noise that could penetrate the eardrum of a person, the group of flying insects panicked. It fluttered its wings and ran around.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had just arrived at the door of Ric, saw the tragic scene where all the glass in the store door was smashed.

The lights in the store were not turned on, but by the light from outside, a large piece of the tables and chairs inside could be vaguely seen falling down.

The bar counter at his usual bartending station was even more of a mess. Many priceless red wines on the shelves exploded, and all kinds of alcoholic drinks splashed and spilled all over the floor.

Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down at the doorway full of glass shards, and stepped directly along the jagged glass edge of the door frame.

As soon as he entered, he found a large piece of metal shell casings scattered on the floor.

With the light of the street lamp, he squatted down to pick up one of the bullets, and looked at the light outside the shop.

The caliber of the bullet is about 5mm, probably a submachine/gun.

The red wine footprints on the floor were of the same style, but slightly different sizes, and quite messy.It can be seen that a large group of uniformly dressed people broke into the bar directly from the main entrance with guns.

Mercenary group?

But how could Ric provoke such a gang?Why did they attack the Sakurada family?

The white light slanted down from outside the store hit the face of the brown-haired young man, his long eyebrows that were always stretched out were furrowed together at this moment, no matter how soft the edges of his cheeks were, it couldn't conceal his worry at this moment .

He stood up, observed the direction of those footprints, and looked along the traces. These people seemed to be walking towards the elevator going underground. He didn't know how long those people had been going underground.

Tsuna recalled that when she was still in the dessert shop this afternoon, the black woman clamored that she didn't care about Sakurada Reiba's life or death.It was only now that he realized that what the woman meant was not her literal indifference to life, but that these mercenaries had clearly kept back, and their target was not just Sakurada Lieye from the very beginning.

Rather—all these relatives living with Mr. Sakurada.

The motive seems to be clear already.They wanted to coerce Mr. Sakurada to do something, but because of Isamu Sakurada, they had to find a way to lure him out of Yokohama before attacking his family.

His top priority now is to find a way to find Ms. Inamori and her two daughters.

Since Ms. Inamori expected that he would walk into Satomi and Yuki's room and see the note addressed to him, Keiko Inamori must also come to Ric.

If she hadn't been coerced to come here, but had come here on her own initiative to find her daughters, then she would have followed these footprints to the basement floor.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was solemn, he walked around the bar in dire condition, and looked at the string of footprints that disappeared under the large modern oil painting.

Under the dark night, those eyes seemed to be emitting light.He clenched his fists tightly and pried the mechanism hidden by the side of the oil painting frame.

Accompanied by the sound of gears turning and chains colliding, the intensely colored oil painting gradually turned over, and an elevator trembled slightly before his eyes.

The tall and straight brown-haired man stepped in without any hesitation, his steps were windy, and the wide hem of his clothes fluttered slightly with his movements.

Under the forehead hair, his eyes are clear and bright.

Inamori Yumi woke up from a drowsy exhaustion.

She felt a great pain in her neck, and she blinked her heavy eyelids, forcing herself to open them.

The mist in front of her eyes dissipated as she repeatedly opened and closed her eyes. She moved her neck slightly from side to side, and then realized that other parts of her body could not move at all.

After this fact flooded into her brain, she almost straightened her neck as if being stimulated to the nerve center.Accompanied by the pain of a splitting headache, she was finally fully awake.

She is now in a square blue arena.

The arena is surrounded by elastic soft ropes, and on the outside is an auditorium that has collapsed and lost more than half of it as if it had experienced a large earthquake.

She lowered her head, and found that the reason why she couldn't move, and even didn't feel anything, was because she was tied to the chair in a straight posture.

Satomi turned her head and found that Yuki was tied to another chair with her head down and her back to back.

Yuki didn't seem to wake up yet.

"You're awake." A deep voice suddenly came from her ear.

Inamori Satomi immediately looked in the direction of the sound source, her eyes widened slightly, her expression was like a frightened deer.His thin body was even trembling unconsciously.

The one who spoke was a man in a pitch-black cloak, who was walking leisurely like a stroll in a garden.

The man is very tall, even taller than Mr. Sawada who has been tutoring her and Yuki with their homework recently.His skin was almost transparent under the bright lights of the venue, and his hair was extremely light in color, a pale golden color, which reminded people of platinum.

Looking at the facial features, it seems that he is not Japanese, but should be from European and American countries.

There was a ferocious smile on the young man's face at this moment. He opened his eyes wide, revealing a large area of ​​white, and stared straight at her with those blue eyes.

And behind this man, in the vast and messy venue, stood several people who seemed to be on patrol, also wearing black cloaks, and holding submachine guns/guns in their hands.

"Who are you.?" Satomi looked up at the tall man, her voice was weak and full of fear.

She clearly remembered that after saying goodbye to Mr. Sawada, who had finished tutoring at noon, she discussed with Yuki and ran out to play together.They went out for shopping for nearly an afternoon, and they didn't rush home until the sun was about to set.

And then... when the memory seems to last on the way home, it ends.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man grinned, showing his white teeth, and he even stretched out his red tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

The young blond man stood in front of Inamori Yumi, he slowly squatted down to keep him on the same level as Inamori Satomi on the stool, and then looked at her with his blue eyes sunken deep in his eye sockets.

The man's gaze made Satomi's hair stand on end, and she subconsciously wanted to back away from the oppressive pressure that hit her face, but her whole body was fixed by the hemp rope, and she couldn't move at all.She shook her shoulders involuntarily, turned her head to avoid the man's sight, and then closed her eyes tightly.

"Don't be afraid." The man's voice was like a demon whispering.

"I can assure you that I won't hurt you at all," he said.

After listening to the conversation, Inamori Satomi tentatively opened her eyes slowly. She didn't even know when the corners of her eyes began to overflow with tears.

The other party smiled and stared at her without speaking.

She sniffed her nose softly, and when she opened her mouth again, it seemed that even her mouth was sticky because of fear: "Then why did you kidnap me and Yuki?" She asked vaguely.

The question seemed to hit something that would excite him a lot.

He suddenly raised his chin, and laughed loudly towards the tall ceiling of the venue, his body seemed to twitch slightly in response to the harsh and frightening sound.He laughed for a long time, and finally stopped after he became short of breath.

"Because I want to watch a good show." He replied as if playing a charade, and then stood up slowly under Satomi's shocked gaze.

The man reached into the large black cloak and fumbled for a moment, then pulled out a silver dagger.

The dagger was originally covered with a layer of dark brown leather, and he pulled off the protection/cover that placed it, and threw the dagger directly to the ground.

With a clear sound, the dagger that fell on the ground of the ring shook a few times, and finally returned to calm suddenly.

Inamori Satomi sobbed softly, while turning his puzzled eyes from the dagger back to the man's face.

The man gently opened his pale lips, but his voice was full of excitement: "In this arena, you and the girl behind you."

Satomi turned her head subconsciously and looked in the direction of Yuki behind her.

"Only one can live."

She heard the man say.

Tsunayoshi Sawada is having some trouble.

The elevator to the underground race venue appears to be broken.

He stared at the number that had never moved on the black screen, and unconsciously clenched his hands tightly, even his knuckles were already flushed.

After realizing that the elevator was not moving, he had already tried to force the door of the elevator open with his hands.But he didn't know whether to praise the quality of the elevator or complain about the poor quality of the elevator. He used all his strength to break the gap between the metal doors, but the door didn't move at all.

How to do?

Facing the smooth metal door, he couldn't help frowning his brows and let out a long sigh.

Do you want to use the flame of death to melt it?

However, he had used high-output flames for a long time on the way here, and he had expended a lot of strength just now to lift the metal door. At this time, he could clearly feel that his physical strength was about to be exhausted.

What if after melting the door, the physical strength is exhausted, and it becomes a burden instead of saving people?

While Sawada Tsunayoshi was hesitating, he suddenly heard a tooth-piercing metal twisting sound from the elevator ceiling.

He raised his head and immediately assumed a posture ready for battle.

But the sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak" that seemed to be unscrewed was always slow, as if telling Tsunayoshi Sawada "don't worry".

Until the ceiling above the elevator was lifted with a loud noise.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up in amazement, a man with somewhat messy curly black hair, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and his arms covered with bandages was squatting halfway above.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Sawada." Osamu Dazai smiled and waved at him.