Chapter 437: New Generation Bed

"To put it mildly, that's a goddess."

Hojo Kyousuke stood under the mountain cherry tree, raising his head slightly and staring at the dreamlike clusters of pink and white flowers in the moonlight.

These are not love words that he painstakingly thought up, but thoughts from his heart.

The members of Yamazakura's group had already retreated to the room to deal with their injuries. Out of respect for the elders, Hojo Kyosuke used a little more force. Facts have proved that respecting the elderly and loving the young is indeed an excellent virtue worthy of inheritance. It is precisely because he has always upheld this virtue that his lovely subordinates were unscathed.

This is Hojo Kyosuke, who always finds the best of both worlds in difficult situations.

Looking at her elder brother who was standing silently under the cherry blossom tree, Kisaki thought for a while and walked forward and whispered:

"Brother, can we start?"

He didn't know that his eldest brother would choose to leave directly because he couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful scene. After all...

"Well, as soon as possible, don't leave even a petal behind." Hojo Kyosuke answered simply.

Fortunately, the eldest brother is still the same eldest brother, cold and ruthless, he only protects the beauty that belongs to him, and doesn't even pay attention to the beauty of others.

"Yes!" Xisaki nodded simply.

Hojo Kyousuke lightly kicked Momotaro, who seemed to be sleeping, and turned around to walk towards the courtyard door, with the little furry ball following his heels.

Tetsuta Kisaki exhaled and looked much more relaxed. Even though he was the absolute confidant of his eldest brother, he was still very stressed when talking to his eldest brother who had just wiped out an official Yakuza organization with just one leg.

"Leave this place to others, and you can take me back to Ruyi's dormitory."

A faint voice came from the front, Xisaki's face stiffened, and she quickly followed.

At the gate of the Yamazakura group, people from the Rampage Angel were coming in and out to bring in various picking tools. When they saw the second generation coming, everyone quickly stopped and stood aside with their heads bowed.

"Thank you for your hard work." Hojo Kyousuke chuckled.

After hearing this, the members of the Rampage Angel raised their heads. Looking at the big boy in front of them who was wearing big shorts and a loose T-shirt, as if he was just going out to buy beer in the middle of the night, everyone just felt a surging heat wave surging in their chests.

We are the rampaging angels, and the one who leads us is the "handless demon"!

What, why this nickname, you ask? Of course it's not because the commander-in-chief likes thugs in fights! It's because he doesn't need his hands at all and can dismantle the group alone with just one leg!

With such a strong brother, the boss will give you an extra piece of barbecued pork when you go out to eat ramen!

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison. As long as the eldest brother spoke, he would not hesitate to embroider, let alone pick flowers!

Someone had no idea that his subordinates were already planning to blackmail the ramen shop owner. He stepped over the threshold and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"I'm sure Yotsuba won't believe that he could go out without entering." He chuckled and decided to tease Yotsuba tomorrow.

Arriving in front of the car, Qisaki immediately stepped forward and opened the door. As long as he is present, this job will not be anyone else's turn!

There were no lights on on the road or in the car.

"What were you going to do if I didn't come?"

A voice suddenly appeared, and the only one qualified to break the silence was of course Hojo Kyosuke.

Hirata Toshitaka, who was driving, had an expressionless face and tried his best to act like a deaf person. Kisaki, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a tense face. He knew what the big brother meant. Apart from the police, the only people who would go to war with the Yakuza were the Yakuza. This was a red line and someone had to be responsible. He had already thought about these things clearly.

He turned sideways, bent down awkwardly between the two seats, and said through gritted teeth:

"My eldest brother will always be a great writer and cartoonist, just like the sun will always be high in the sky, and I will absorb all the shadows."

Eh——

Hearing this sigh, Qisaki lowered his head:

"I have become enlightened, you don't need to care."

Hearing this, Hojo Kyousuke sighed again, raised his hand and slapped Kisaki on the back of the head.

"In that case, I won't be able to keep you by my side." He said softly.

Hirata Toshitaka's eyes widened sharply as he drove, unable to imagine what he heard. But Qisaki was even more unbearable than him. He couldn't even control his facial expressions. He opened his mouth like a fish lacking oxygen, his Adam's apple rolled up and down but he couldn't speak.

Hojo Kyojie's face was as deep as water, ignoring Kisaki's expression, and continued to talk to himself:

"If you can't even graduate from high school, you will lower the cultural level of the rampaging angels. This big ship of the new era will not carry idiots who dropped out of high school."

"ha……?"

Kisaki, who finally got oxygen, looked confused.

"You said it, Kisaki, I am invincible."

Hojo Kyosuke put a hand on Kisaki's head, and Kisaki's already small head was directly grasped in his hands. Staring into those still dull eyes, he said word by word:

"I am Hojo Kyosuke! Who do you think I am? I am the sun. There is no darkness that the sun cannot illuminate!"

"Brother...!!"

Kisaki choked and shouted loudly.

"Even Hatagoro has found someone he likes in high school, so you have to work hard, Kisaki. This is high school that only happens once in a lifetime. One period after another, one period after another. Don't give up so easily. Consciousness is not for this kind of place. "

Hojo Kyosuke rubbed Kisaki's head and then pushed him back to his normal position.

"Can't even the seat belt keep you in a straight posture? Take a good ride in the car, go to school well, and don't think too much."

"yes!!"

Kisaki wiped her tears hard, and her loud reply made the driver Hirata Toshitaka's head buzz.

Hojo Kyosuke gave a helpless smile, damn, his hearing is going to decline again.

It's quite troublesome to have a group of such loyal subordinates.

He shook his head and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

In the Yamazakura group's house, everyone who had finished treating their wounds was sitting around Tomamura.

Listening to the noisy sounds outside, someone said angrily:

"Brother, that monster is gone. Go out and fight with them now! Everyone will know that we were defeated by a group of bad guys, and we will become a shame to the extreme."

Although he said this with great anger, his voice was very low. After all, although the monster Hojo Kyosuke and most of the members of the Rampant Angels were gone, there were still dozens of crazy people with brain problems picking flowers outside.

Tujiancun stared at the subordinate who was speaking with strange eyes, feeling shocked and uncertain. Could this bastard be a spy sent by the Tanaka Group?

Fight with them?

After seeing that monster-like power, who gave you the courage to say such a thing?

Even if I win, I don’t have that much money to pay for medical expenses! Or are you eyeing my ancestral pistol and want me to use it as a mortgage for loan sharking? Now everyone is all here, and I have to thank my mother for praying for me every day by eating fast and chanting Buddha, you bastard!

Tomamura was silent for a while, looked around, and found that even Nakamura, who was so excited as if he wanted to die with his enemy, was looking at the person who spoke as if he were an idiot. He finally felt relieved in his tired heart. The subordinates who are brave in battles like this and know how to be considerate of their elder brother are truly good subordinates! He smiled and said:

"Yoshida, listen to me..."

"Idiot Yoshida, didn't you hear what Hojo-san said!"

Nakamura roared, his voice louder than Yoshida's.

Tujiancun nodded happily again, this is right. How can you swallow your anger because you are afraid of the enemy's powerful power? No matter what, you have to show your momentum. Listen to the cry of "Hojo-san". It's full of respect even if no one is here!

Um? Tujiancun's expression suddenly froze.

Hojo-san?

He raised his head and looked at Nakamura, who stood up with excitement on his face, with a puzzled look on his face.

"It is the glory of our Yamazakura group that Hojo-san could take this Yamazakura tree and give it to his goddess! A bachelor like you really can't feel the greatness of love!"

Nakamura shouted loudly, and then he chanted "To put it mildly, that is a goddess" over and over again.

Dojian Village opened his mouth wide and looked at this "good subordinate" with even weirder eyes. Yoshida is still a suspected spy, but you are openly rebelling. Has your brain been damaged?

With a fierce look in his eyes, he stood up and wanted to use the repair appliance fist to repair Nakamura's head, but at this moment, there was a burst of applause from outside.

"Well said, sir."

Xisaki, who had come back again, pushed open the door and walked in. The invincible eldest brother was gone, and the despicable one came to finish things off.

He stepped onto the tatami without even changing his shoes. This extremely arrogant move made everyone in the Yamazakura group stand up and glare at Kisaki.

However, Qisaki just pushed up his glasses and glanced sideways at everyone.

He put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and spoke proudly:

"It is your honor to be able to see how powerful your elder brother is! Hojo Kyosuke, remember this name and it will be engraved on your soul. But I think your body can help you remember it even without me reminding you."

His voice is enthusiastic and contagious. If those congressmen hear it, they will do their best to recruit him into the campaign team.

As soon as these words came out, even Tujian Village, the deepest city in the city, looked ugly.

Xisaki had a panoramic view of everyone's changes. He knew that these people must have countless little thoughts in their hearts at this moment, and may have been planning to murder their elder brother. But it doesn't matter, he is here just to help everyone get rid of this boring thought. It's your honor to be beaten by big brother, how can you be so petty?

"Tsuchama Village, my hometown is No. 3-35 Minamihachimancho, Suruga-ku, Shizuoka City. My wife is Saki Toma, whose surname is Mizushima. My daughter goes to Shotoku Kindergarten. I also have a puppy named Persimmon at home. The entrance hall There seems to be something wrong with the door. Not only can it not be closed tightly, but it also makes a harsh noise..."

Kisaki stared at Tsuchimamura, and kept opening and closing his lips to utter words that made Tsuchimamura break out in cold sweat.

"That's enough, what do you want to do with all this! Do you have any moral principles left?" Tu Jiancun roared with sweat on his head, and his hands were already shaking.

"I just want to say, Captain Toma, you are injured and unable to move around. As compensation, I can arrange for my subordinates to take Miss Toma to and from school. Of course, repairing the door is just a small matter. If you need it, check the gas. There is no problem with the pipes. If I remember correctly, the company responsible for your gas is Tokyo Energy Company. Their uniforms are very nice, the sky blue ones look full of life energy. I will be very happy every time they knock on the door. welcome."

Kisaki's smile remained unchanged and he turned his attention to Yoshida who said he was going to fight.

"Idiot, I ran away from home when I was twelve years old. Even I don't know where those two old immortals are. I don't have a girlfriend, a son, or even friends. What are you going to threaten me with?!"

Yoshida grinned, feeling extremely proud. He knew that no one would want to provoke a lone wolf like him. Because once he was provoked, the other party would be on tenterhooks all the time, worrying about his endless revenge hidden in the dark every day!

"Ah, my disrespect, it turns out that you are a hero with zero social connections."

Kisaki's smile remained unchanged, but what he said made Yoshida instinctively feel that something was wrong.

"Such a person is simply the most perfect puzzle piece."

Kisaki proudly talked about the wonderful things in his elder brother's novel, but he didn't get the expected feedback, and couldn't help but sighed in disappointment. His elder brother was right, the new generation of ships could not tolerate illiterates, how could he expect an idiot who ran away from home at the age of twelve to read his elder brother's works.

So he changed his explanation to something more understandable:

"Without parents, friends, or even a puppy that would respond when called, if such a person disappeared, would anyone know?"

Xisaki raised his eyebrows and looked at Yoshida in confusion.

A cold and sharp white light like a blade seemed to flash across the gold-rimmed glasses.

Looking at the thin man standing in front of him, feeling the empty killing intent, Yoshida had no doubt that the other party could do such a thing. How could an organization that could do such a thing as hundreds of people besieging the Yakuza just to pick cherry blossoms not dare to let an unknown person like him disappear completely?

Plop

Yoshida, with weak legs, collapsed to the ground.

Xisaki still smiled and turned his gaze to Nakamura who was standing there in a daze.

This tough guy who had struggled to get up after being hit by Hojo Kyosuke's chop and whip kick before was actually trembling with fear at this moment.

"Piglet...don't..." His mind was full of the orange pig cat he raised.

"You..." Xisaki raised his hand and patted Nakamura on the shoulder.

"Ah! I don't want to die!"

"...He's a good person." Xisaki ignored the other person's words and spoke gently. As long as you praise Big Brother, you are a friend of the Rage Angel. If you can buy three sets of all Big Brother's works and take them home as a collection, then you are a good friend of the Rage Angel! If you can also mobilize your relatives and friends to support, then you are a beloved relative!

"Ah?" Nakamura said in a daze.

Xisaki smiled with satisfaction and turned his eyes to the next person.

"Uemura Tatsu, my father is..."

After a while, Xisaki adjusted his tie and walked out of the house with satisfaction.

"What a pleasant night, everyone."

He bowed politely and closed the sliding door lightly, leaving only the members of the Yamazakura group lying on the ground and the dark footprints on the tatami.

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