Speaking of my experience with Sakuragi and the others, although it wasn't to the point of " Red Jun is not afraid of the long march, thousands of rivers and mountains are just a piece of cake ", it was also through the battle of iron and fire, fire and song.
At that time, the ramen shop had just opened a barbecue stall. Because I had to go to school, I couldn't help, so the Goblin Uncle could only work two shifts by himself. He worked harder than a donkey every day. During the day, I was basically the one making ramen. Sakuragi Takamiya and the others seemed to have found our cheap and delicious ramen shop at that time.
Although they were students like me, these five fat and slim, petite and tall, mature and immature, and exotic bastards were well-known members of the bad army on Yagi Street. They skipped class and fought every day, and they could often be seen entering and leaving Brother Bai Qing's place. Compared to me, a young man with five virtues, he's really a weirdo among weirdos. He's a fighter among students.
Of course, normally, a tall, rich, and handsome man like me wouldn't be with this group of poor losers. They're a group of bad people, and they wouldn't be with a top student like me. At most, they'd be helping me with my business while I came here to look for food.
However, the fat goblin seemed to have a special liking for these kids. He often gave them credit and made ramen for two people. As for me…
After a while, they became regular customers of the shop. In my spare time, I would chat with them and chat with them. Takamiya and Onan were the most talkative, and Yohei was their leader. Also, they both liked to tease Sakuragi, and every time, I would laugh until I couldn't stop.
At that time, the midnight slot had just started. Sakuragi and the others were invited by Fatty to come here for free food and drinks at night. They were clearly only such young children, but he actually let them drink soju. He was really f * cking admirable.
Kanagawa was one of the best coastal cities in Japan. The climate was warm and pleasant all year round. It was normal for there to be more food markets at night. The majority of the customers at the supper stall were either dressed in colorful clothes or office workers working the night shift.
There was once a group of young men and women wearing biker outfits and riding motorcycles came to the shop for supper. Other than screaming as if they were giving birth, these lawless bastards also brought some colorful meatballs and distributed them on the table. Not to mention the police, they usually knew what it was at first sight. Therefore, many people who had just arrived at the shop turned around and left when they saw it. Some people who were not surprised were afraid of getting sh * t on themselves, so they quickly finished eating and left.
The Goblin didn't want them to affect the business, but he was afraid that they would make a scene. He bowed and smiled at them. He gave them wine and food, begging them to be magnanimous and not eat these things in the shop.
Generally speaking, these people would give face to the boss. People at the bottom of society would always be considerate of their peers at the bottom of society. However, it was unknown whether it was because they had eaten some meatballs or drank too much. A red-haired afro was drinking wine and swinging a beer bottle in his face.
It had to be admitted that the thickness of Japanese Asahi beer was much thicker than other beers, and it was extremely suitable for fighting.
With a bang, the beer bottle shattered into glass shards. If his companion hadn't reacted quickly and pulled Yuusuke out of the way, the thick Asahi beer would have definitely opened a hole in his head. Even so, the bottom edge of the beer bottle still opened a hole along Yuusuke's forehead, and blood instantly flowed out.
My eyes turned red as I was dragged down by Sakuragi to drink. I turned around and grabbed the sashimi knife at the front desk.
What I didn't expect was that the ones who were faster than me were the Sakuragi Army, who I thought were lazy and had nothing to do.
The five delinquents were indeed veterans in fighting. The next second, they picked up the wine bottles on the table and smashed them on the opposite side. Silver glass and milky white foam instantly exploded.
Their faces were no longer as lazy and cheerful as before. Pairs of black eyes flickered with an incomparably cold light.
The men and women in front of the table were hit a few times for no reason. Then, they angrily picked up the weapons hidden behind their backs and swung them. Just like in the movies, these bikers used metal pipes, meteor hammers, and iron whips.
Hanamichi, who was the tallest among them, did not even dodge the incoming attack. He simply turned his body sideways and blocked the attack with his thick shoulders. Following that, Takamiya, who was behind him, picked up a beer bottle that had been specially split open to form a sharp cone shape and thrust it forward.
"Bang!"
"Puff!"
"Ah!"
Three ear-piercing sounds rang out in succession. The first was the sound of the opponent's long weapon hitting Hanamura and the others. The second was the muffled sound of glass piercing into flesh. The last was the screams of the people opposite them.
"Who else?" Gao Gong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva indifferently and let go of the bloody wine bottle with a sinister smile. The corner of his mouth had just been hit hard by the water pipe. His red and swollen lips curled up, but the short fatty ignored him and continued to stab the other party.
Seeing that the situation was not right, a tall and muscular man with curly hair and tattoos on his face immediately stood up from the chair. He snatched an iron whip from his companion and jumped over the messy ground with his heavy body. After landing, he pounced on Yohei, who was the most handsome in the middle, with a cold iron whip.
"Ah Jian, saber!" Seeing the big man's nimble movements, Yohei remained calm as he stood on the spot and extended his right hand.
My mind was blank and I didn't think too much about it. After hearing Yohei's voice, I subconsciously slapped the knife in my hand at Yohei's palm like I was slapping a fish. I didn't even consider whether such a dangerous action would hurt him.
Yohei was the thinnest member of the Sakuragi Army, and he was also the calmest and most refined.
Yohei did not participate in the battle just now. He had been standing at the side and seemed to be indifferent. He did not care about his friend's danger at all. But at this moment, he, who looked like a good student, was even more ruthless than Sakuragi.
Facing the crescent-shaped iron whip in the air, he did not avoid it and stood still with a calm expression. With one hand, he stabbed the sashimi knife I gave him into the burly man's chest.
This 50-centimeter-long sashimi knife was a tool borrowed from the uncle at the next restaurant. It was hard for ordinary people to imagine how sharp the knife used to kill big fish was. In order to maintain the freshness and shape of the fish in the shortest time possible, cutting the fish with a sashimi knife was easier than inserting butter.
If the curly-haired man was really stabbed by this knife, the uncle at the Undying Sushi Restaurant would want him dead too.
Although his iron whip was fierce, even if it hit the other party's head, it would only be at the level of bleeding. The hardest parts of the human body were the teeth and the skull. On June 28, 1997, in the third round of the WBA heavyweight boxing competition in Las Vegas, Tyson used his teeth to bite off half of the defending champion Holyfield's ear.
The curly-haired burly man was shocked. He was completely frightened by Yohei's fearless aura. He was not the other party. If he was stabbed, it would not be to the extent of bleeding. Fortunately, his body's reflexes and flexibility were much higher than that of ordinary people. In his panic, he still relied on his well-trained skills to turn his body to the side in mid-air and put the iron whip in front of his chest.
The sashimi blade and the iron chain produced a series of sparks.
Even so, the sharp blade still cut a long hole in his leather armor, revealing his torn vest and muscles.
Yohei had the upper hand on the battlefield, but the impact of the burly man still made Yohei involuntarily retreat. He staggered and almost fell. As the curly-haired man was unable to control his strength while he was in the air, he fell onto the table next door like a wild goose.
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