Of course, Miyashita, I think this is very reasonable. Kimura Shika nodded hard, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, then turned around and turned his eyes to a young man not far away.
The young man didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the six guys pressed to the ground.
The six guys pressed to the ground were quite tough. Even at this time, no one begged for mercy. They cursed themselves until they were stuffed with rags, and they stopped calm.
The young man turned around the six people, reached out and pulled out a wide-blade machete from behind his waist, then squatted down and asked someone to hold a guy's right hand, then looked up at Shika Kimura.
Shika Kimura turned his head to see Miyashigeki, which meant to ask if he wanted to cut it down.
Miyashita Kita understood what he meant and didn't speak, but nodded expressionlessly.
Seeing him nodding, the young man didn't wait for Shika Kimura to express his opinion. He raised his hand with the knife high and waved his force down.
Just a light crack sound, the sharp machete slashed the guy's wrist just right, and the blade was pressed against the ground, but it did not cut the wooden board on the ground.
Moreover, this knife happened to be on the joint of the guy's wrist, which was also the most fragile part. The accuracy is really correct.
Obviously, this young man's swordsmanship is excellent, and it is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.
The guy who had his right hand cut looked at his palm that had left his wrist, surprisingly not struggling. He looked at his palm at first, stunned for a few seconds, and then began to whimper and struggle desperately on the ground. Even if three people pressed him, he almost broke free.
The young man's face was splashed with blood, and he looked even more ferocious. He picked up the broken palm on the ground, threw it aside, and then squatted forward and moved forward, then grabbed the guy's left hand.
One palm was cut off, and the guy on the ground finally felt fear. He didn't know it was painful or scared. Large beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. Seeing that his left hand was about to be cut, the whimper in his throat became louder, and the struggle became stronger. The young man tried twice, but he couldn't fix his left hand.
The young man was obviously angry. He looked up and gestured to a companion not far away, signaling him to come over and help.
With an assistant, the guy on the ground finally couldn't escape the miserable fate. After a moment, the left palm was cut down alive.
At this time, the remaining guys who were pressed to the ground were also frightened. They looked up at the direction where Miyashigata was, with a whimpering sound in their throats, and their eyes were full of begging eyes.
Since the end of the Shanyi Confrontation more than two years ago, although the fire among Japanese gangs still happens from time to time, it is rare to see blood and tragic things.
Especially after the introduction of the "Designated Violent Group Countermeasures Law", in order to avoid being approached by the police, various gangs have strictly restricted the intensity of gang firefighting. Naturally, guns cannot be used, and even controlled knives are rarely used.
It is precisely because of this that when Miyagi Kita said he wanted to cut off their hands, these guys were so confident that they just thought it was a scare.
But now it’s different. The first one who was unlucky has already explained that this is really playing. Now, seeing that his hands are out of stock, who can still remain calm?
Whose neck can still get tampered?
Seeing a person's hands chopped off, the north side of Miyaguchi did not change his color, and since he had no expression, Shika Kimura naturally would not talk too much.
Kimura, Yoshiokako, and Miyashita Kita, were both old gangsters who were in the past when Noguchi and Sukiyoshi's flocked. They have experienced more exciting things than this.
Don't say that the arrangements have been made before coming here. If there are people who are guilty, even if they have not arranged these, they are not afraid of trouble. They are sure that no one dares to call the police.
To put it bluntly, the Dong family's people crossed the line first. No matter how excessive it is, it is simply revenge. The Dong family's people can take revenge again, but there is not much possibility that they will call the police and call the police when they encounter something. They will be ridiculed.
Last year, in Kabukicho, Tokyo, the local snake, the Chitouhui met the Chinese Chaoshan Gang with the Raptors crossing the river. The two sides fought hard. In the end, the Chitouhui was overthrown by the Chinese smugglers of the Chaoshan Gang, and almost lost the Kabukicho territory.
At that time, the Jidonghui chose to call the police and reported a large number of members of the Chaoshan Gang who were good at but did not have legal residence status, which reversed the decline.
Because of this incident, Jidonghui is still an alien in the underworld and is ridiculed by others. This violent group with a extreme right position has never been able to develop.
From beginning to end, Kita Kita Miyashita didn't say a word, just sat on the sofa and watched. Until the young man chopped off the last guy's hands, he slowly stood up, stretched the hem of his suit, and walked towards the door.
Going downstairs, going out, getting on the bus, just like when I came, Shika Kimura was responsible for driving, and the group quickly left Shizuoka and returned to Tokyo overnight
After all, Shizuoka City is the territory of the Dong family. They hurt the Dong family here, so it would be a fool if they didn't run away quickly.
All the way back to Tokyo, the horizon was already white. Miyashita Kita invited everyone to have breakfast, and then he took Yoshioka to return to his residence.
Maybe it was raining all night, and the weather was a little cold this morning. Yoshioka drove the car at the straggle, Miyashita Kita sat in the back car, and took a nap in a daze.
This nap shouldn't take a long time, but even so, Miyashita Kita still had a dream
In his dream, he actually arrived in Hawaii, the United States, which was a beach. He was lying under the shade of a coconut tree, and a woman in a bikini stood not far away.
He tried to see the woman's appearance clearly, but he couldn't see clearly. His face was beautiful, but he could never see who it was.
Just as he tried to stand up and approached to see, more than a dozen strong men holding machetes suddenly emerged from behind the woman. These strong men rushed towards him like a ferocious spirit, and the machetes in their hands shook out a piece of snow-colored cold light.
Miyashita Kita got up and ran, but before he could run out two steps, he was kicked hard from behind.
The kick was strong enough, and Kita Kita only felt that he was kicked away and hit a rock hard... Hiss! Hits it! It hurts so much when he hits his forehead!
Kita Kitani suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and felt that the pain on his forehead was so real. He subconsciously touched his forehead and felt a burst of burning pain.
What are you doing?! At this moment, Yoshioka Ko's voice came from the front, Hello! Who are you? Want to...
The scream came to an abrupt end, as if someone had covered his mouth
Miyashita Kita suddenly stepped forward, and his whole body suddenly woke up from a daze. It was not until this time that he realized that he had fallen to the gap between the front and back seats. His forehead hit the back of the front seat.
A light click, it seemed that someone had opened the car door
Miyashita Kita was still confused when he was hit. He turned his head in shock and saw a man wearing a black mask leaning in from outside the car and reaching out to grab his arm
Miyashita Kita subconsciously wanted to avoid his arm, but he didn't expect that the other party's movements were very agile, so his arm was about to try to retract, but the other party's movements suddenly accelerated, just in time to grasp his wrist
This guy with a face covered has a very strong hand. Miyashita Kita's wrist is like being clamped by pliers. Not only can he not be able to break it, but it also hurts very much.
Holding his wrist, the other party dragged it out with force, like dragging a dead dog, dragging Miyagiki out of the car
You... Miyashita Kita was dragged out of the car with brute force. His body was unable to stand firm and he knelt on one knee. He was about to ask who the other party was, but he felt the darkness in front of him and suddenly fainted.
Kidnapped! This is the third time!
This is the last thought that flashed through Miyashita's mind before he fell into a coma.
I don't know how long it's been unconscious, but was awakened by a severe pain. When I opened my eyes, my eyes were still dark. Every time I breathed, I could feel the burning breath coming to my face. It was obvious that his head was still wrapped in a bag.
After a gentle struggle, the severe pain in his back and waist and abdomen made him moan. But before his voice could be complete, another heavy blow hit his thigh. The wooden stick made a crisp sound when it was fleshy. Even if it was covered in a bag, I could hear it clearly.
Well! Miyashita Kita let out a muffled groan, and he felt like his legs were broken, and his heart hurt.
After just two breaths, another heavy blow came, hitting his left rib. However, this time it didn't seem like it was hit by a stick, but it seemed like it was whipped. After that bang, it hurts so much.
This time, Miyashikiki held back and didn't snort, but after two breaths, he was hit on his leg again, and he was still hit at the position just now
Although it was so painful, Kiyoshita still felt relieved. He used a stick to hit his legs and a whip to hit his upper body, which means that the other party did not want his life. Otherwise, if the stick hit his ribs, it would probably take him a few strokes.
He could tie him up as soon as he returned to Tokyo, wanting him to suffer, but he didn't want his life. There shouldn't be many such people. The first person that Kita Kitani thought of was Akamoto
Even though I knew it was Akamoto, I could only carry it at this time. Miyashita Kita did not beg for mercy, but just gritted his teeth and endured it.
Sure enough, after being hit for more than a dozen times, just when Kita Kitaki was about to faint from pain, the beating stopped.
A slight footsteps came from his ears, and then someone pulled off the hood covered on his head.
The young man didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the six guys pressed to the ground.
The six guys pressed to the ground were quite tough. Even at this time, no one begged for mercy. They cursed themselves until they were stuffed with rags, and they stopped calm.
The young man turned around the six people, reached out and pulled out a wide-blade machete from behind his waist, then squatted down and asked someone to hold a guy's right hand, then looked up at Shika Kimura.
Shika Kimura turned his head to see Miyashigeki, which meant to ask if he wanted to cut it down.
Miyashita Kita understood what he meant and didn't speak, but nodded expressionlessly.
Seeing him nodding, the young man didn't wait for Shika Kimura to express his opinion. He raised his hand with the knife high and waved his force down.
Just a light crack sound, the sharp machete slashed the guy's wrist just right, and the blade was pressed against the ground, but it did not cut the wooden board on the ground.
Moreover, this knife happened to be on the joint of the guy's wrist, which was also the most fragile part. The accuracy is really correct.
Obviously, this young man's swordsmanship is excellent, and it is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.
The guy who had his right hand cut looked at his palm that had left his wrist, surprisingly not struggling. He looked at his palm at first, stunned for a few seconds, and then began to whimper and struggle desperately on the ground. Even if three people pressed him, he almost broke free.
The young man's face was splashed with blood, and he looked even more ferocious. He picked up the broken palm on the ground, threw it aside, and then squatted forward and moved forward, then grabbed the guy's left hand.
One palm was cut off, and the guy on the ground finally felt fear. He didn't know it was painful or scared. Large beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. Seeing that his left hand was about to be cut, the whimper in his throat became louder, and the struggle became stronger. The young man tried twice, but he couldn't fix his left hand.
The young man was obviously angry. He looked up and gestured to a companion not far away, signaling him to come over and help.
With an assistant, the guy on the ground finally couldn't escape the miserable fate. After a moment, the left palm was cut down alive.
At this time, the remaining guys who were pressed to the ground were also frightened. They looked up at the direction where Miyashigata was, with a whimpering sound in their throats, and their eyes were full of begging eyes.
Since the end of the Shanyi Confrontation more than two years ago, although the fire among Japanese gangs still happens from time to time, it is rare to see blood and tragic things.
Especially after the introduction of the "Designated Violent Group Countermeasures Law", in order to avoid being approached by the police, various gangs have strictly restricted the intensity of gang firefighting. Naturally, guns cannot be used, and even controlled knives are rarely used.
It is precisely because of this that when Miyagi Kita said he wanted to cut off their hands, these guys were so confident that they just thought it was a scare.
But now it’s different. The first one who was unlucky has already explained that this is really playing. Now, seeing that his hands are out of stock, who can still remain calm?
Whose neck can still get tampered?
Seeing a person's hands chopped off, the north side of Miyaguchi did not change his color, and since he had no expression, Shika Kimura naturally would not talk too much.
Kimura, Yoshiokako, and Miyashita Kita, were both old gangsters who were in the past when Noguchi and Sukiyoshi's flocked. They have experienced more exciting things than this.
Don't say that the arrangements have been made before coming here. If there are people who are guilty, even if they have not arranged these, they are not afraid of trouble. They are sure that no one dares to call the police.
To put it bluntly, the Dong family's people crossed the line first. No matter how excessive it is, it is simply revenge. The Dong family's people can take revenge again, but there is not much possibility that they will call the police and call the police when they encounter something. They will be ridiculed.
Last year, in Kabukicho, Tokyo, the local snake, the Chitouhui met the Chinese Chaoshan Gang with the Raptors crossing the river. The two sides fought hard. In the end, the Chitouhui was overthrown by the Chinese smugglers of the Chaoshan Gang, and almost lost the Kabukicho territory.
At that time, the Jidonghui chose to call the police and reported a large number of members of the Chaoshan Gang who were good at but did not have legal residence status, which reversed the decline.
Because of this incident, Jidonghui is still an alien in the underworld and is ridiculed by others. This violent group with a extreme right position has never been able to develop.
From beginning to end, Kita Kita Miyashita didn't say a word, just sat on the sofa and watched. Until the young man chopped off the last guy's hands, he slowly stood up, stretched the hem of his suit, and walked towards the door.
Going downstairs, going out, getting on the bus, just like when I came, Shika Kimura was responsible for driving, and the group quickly left Shizuoka and returned to Tokyo overnight
After all, Shizuoka City is the territory of the Dong family. They hurt the Dong family here, so it would be a fool if they didn't run away quickly.
All the way back to Tokyo, the horizon was already white. Miyashita Kita invited everyone to have breakfast, and then he took Yoshioka to return to his residence.
Maybe it was raining all night, and the weather was a little cold this morning. Yoshioka drove the car at the straggle, Miyashita Kita sat in the back car, and took a nap in a daze.
This nap shouldn't take a long time, but even so, Miyashita Kita still had a dream
In his dream, he actually arrived in Hawaii, the United States, which was a beach. He was lying under the shade of a coconut tree, and a woman in a bikini stood not far away.
He tried to see the woman's appearance clearly, but he couldn't see clearly. His face was beautiful, but he could never see who it was.
Just as he tried to stand up and approached to see, more than a dozen strong men holding machetes suddenly emerged from behind the woman. These strong men rushed towards him like a ferocious spirit, and the machetes in their hands shook out a piece of snow-colored cold light.
Miyashita Kita got up and ran, but before he could run out two steps, he was kicked hard from behind.
The kick was strong enough, and Kita Kita only felt that he was kicked away and hit a rock hard... Hiss! Hits it! It hurts so much when he hits his forehead!
Kita Kitani suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and felt that the pain on his forehead was so real. He subconsciously touched his forehead and felt a burst of burning pain.
What are you doing?! At this moment, Yoshioka Ko's voice came from the front, Hello! Who are you? Want to...
The scream came to an abrupt end, as if someone had covered his mouth
Miyashita Kita suddenly stepped forward, and his whole body suddenly woke up from a daze. It was not until this time that he realized that he had fallen to the gap between the front and back seats. His forehead hit the back of the front seat.
A light click, it seemed that someone had opened the car door
Miyashita Kita was still confused when he was hit. He turned his head in shock and saw a man wearing a black mask leaning in from outside the car and reaching out to grab his arm
Miyashita Kita subconsciously wanted to avoid his arm, but he didn't expect that the other party's movements were very agile, so his arm was about to try to retract, but the other party's movements suddenly accelerated, just in time to grasp his wrist
This guy with a face covered has a very strong hand. Miyashita Kita's wrist is like being clamped by pliers. Not only can he not be able to break it, but it also hurts very much.
Holding his wrist, the other party dragged it out with force, like dragging a dead dog, dragging Miyagiki out of the car
You... Miyashita Kita was dragged out of the car with brute force. His body was unable to stand firm and he knelt on one knee. He was about to ask who the other party was, but he felt the darkness in front of him and suddenly fainted.
Kidnapped! This is the third time!
This is the last thought that flashed through Miyashita's mind before he fell into a coma.
I don't know how long it's been unconscious, but was awakened by a severe pain. When I opened my eyes, my eyes were still dark. Every time I breathed, I could feel the burning breath coming to my face. It was obvious that his head was still wrapped in a bag.
After a gentle struggle, the severe pain in his back and waist and abdomen made him moan. But before his voice could be complete, another heavy blow hit his thigh. The wooden stick made a crisp sound when it was fleshy. Even if it was covered in a bag, I could hear it clearly.
Well! Miyashita Kita let out a muffled groan, and he felt like his legs were broken, and his heart hurt.
After just two breaths, another heavy blow came, hitting his left rib. However, this time it didn't seem like it was hit by a stick, but it seemed like it was whipped. After that bang, it hurts so much.
This time, Miyashikiki held back and didn't snort, but after two breaths, he was hit on his leg again, and he was still hit at the position just now
Although it was so painful, Kiyoshita still felt relieved. He used a stick to hit his legs and a whip to hit his upper body, which means that the other party did not want his life. Otherwise, if the stick hit his ribs, it would probably take him a few strokes.
He could tie him up as soon as he returned to Tokyo, wanting him to suffer, but he didn't want his life. There shouldn't be many such people. The first person that Kita Kitani thought of was Akamoto
Even though I knew it was Akamoto, I could only carry it at this time. Miyashita Kita did not beg for mercy, but just gritted his teeth and endured it.
Sure enough, after being hit for more than a dozen times, just when Kita Kitaki was about to faint from pain, the beating stopped.
A slight footsteps came from his ears, and then someone pulled off the hood covered on his head.
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