Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 306 Out of Control
In the noisy shopping street, two parties were confronting each other, while Sakurai Kogure was leaning against the head of the bed, watching everything outside from the window on the second floor. She was still wearing a mask and matching hat.It is the standard equipment for milk tea shop assistants.

Aso really sat on the chair beside him, quietly sipping the milk tea in the cup, his black eyes curiously looking at the things in this room.

The room is very simple, with a pungent smell after freshly painted. A small bed and a desk are simply placed in this small room. Several different books are scattered on the desk. On the top is a book "Anthology of Island Mythology", the cover depicts an island samurai holding a sword.

Just like the two gangs confronting each other below.

"Sister, thank you, what's your name?" Aso seemed to have just remembered, and bowed to the other party to thank him hurriedly. She was really frightened just now, and even forgot to ask the clerk in front of her for his name.

"Xiaogure...Sakurai Xiaogure." The other party's voice was very soft, a little stuffy because he was wearing a mask: "Quiet, it's about to start."

Sakurai Kogure was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a long-sleeved clerk uniform and white latex gloves on her hands. She looked very professional. She turned her head sideways and looked at the gangsters below who were intensifying the conflict.

Now the street has been cleared by the gangsters outside, and those thugs have almost arrived. The Noda group with snake tattoos on their bodies is obviously a bit out of date. A group of young people who have just graduated from high school are standing in front, naked | topless, a few in their fifties The [-]-year-old uncle was surrounded in the middle, obviously a figure of command.

The members of the Guitou Society looked more formal. The tall adults wore shoulder-padded black suits and wore sunglasses to cover their bloodshot eyes. They lined up in an orderly row, looking very oppressive.

A few days ago, when a Wakatou (little leader) of the Noda group had his throat cut, this underworld group controlled by the Snaki Hachika began its own difficult road to survival.

Now their backbone forces have been cut off one by one by the Ghost Head Society, and they can only use the little ghosts who have just graduated to support the scene. Surrounded by the crowd, there is an old man with a snake pattern, in his fifties, wearing a snake pattern feather , His hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the knife steadily.

His name is Noda Takeshi, the oldest member of the Noda group, the first generation brother of the Noda group, the old man who survived that chaotic time, and now he can only use his trembling hands to defend the family.

A road suddenly opened among the men in black, and a yellow-haired man in a leopard-print suit stepped out of the road. He was thin, with sunken cheeks, and the flamboyant leopard-print suit looked loose on him.

"Hey, old man, where is that trash Noda Kozo?"

The man tilted his head downwards, looking provocatively at Takeshi Noda in the crowd with blue bloodshot eyes through the gaps in his sunglasses: "Isn't it because I'm afraid!"

"You are not allowed to say that, big brother!" A boy in the front looked very excited. He had no tattoos, was wearing a high school uniform, and was carrying a schoolbag: "You ghosts will not allow you to touch the property of the Noda group, and I, Noda Shou, will stop it." Yours!"

"Hey, kid, you are so brave. This is not a cartoon for children. Listen carefully. Leave that kid behind. I want to enjoy him."

Huang Mao licked his lips, revealing his uneven rotten teeth, but Noda Hisashi's reaction was more intense, he waved the schoolbag in his hand vigorously, and threw it at Huang Mao.

Clap!

The sound of the schoolbag falling to the ground was like the signal of the starting gun. The two sides who were still confronting just now tensed their muscles and began to rush towards each other. The yellow-haired man took out a pair of claw knives from his waist and drew deep bloodstains on the opponent's body with a grinning grin.

"ah……"

Upstairs, Aso was about to cry out in surprise, but Sakurai Kogure covered her mouth and made a silent gesture around her mouth. She didn't let go until Aso calmed down, and pulled Aso closer| bed.

The two knelt side by side at the head of the bed, looking down at the tragic fighting scene through the window, just in time to see Noda Takeshi's arm being torn off by the yellow hair, and Aso really turned his head away, unable to bear to look any longer.

The front line of the Noda group is unexpectedly weak, and the thugs of the Onitokai really seem to have the power of evil spirits. Those punks who have just graduated from high school are not their enemies at all.

The most important thing is that the gang of Guitouhui don't talk about martial arts at all, and all their moves are aimed at the vital points. The heads of the gangsters in the front row were chopped off immediately, and the blood flew like a fountain. High, scared everyone in the Noda group.

Taking advantage of that momentary pause, the Guitouhui completely destroyed the Noda Group's line, stepped over the fallen corpses, and carried out a brutal massacre of the frightened gangsters behind.

Aso really curled up on the bed, closed his eyes and blocked his ears, trying to keep himself away from the horrible hell below, but Sakurai Kogure smiled uncharacteristically, the state of the ghost club was not normal, she knew that the fish had finally taken the bait .

"Go, go, Ah Shou run outside!" Noda Takeshi tried his last strength to block Noda Shou, and then a white light flashed, his throat had been cut open by the claw blade in the yellow-haired man's hand.

Noda Shou stumbled and ran out, his eyes were all red, the blood flowed on the stone slabs of the shopping street, and stuck to the soles of Noda Shou's feet, the unbridled ridicule of the enemy and the screams of his companions could be heard in his ears.

run!run!run!
I must still be in a dream, having a nightmare, as long as I run towards the light, I can wake up.

Immediately, imminently...

"Where are you going, boy."

Noda Hisashi was grabbed by the shoulder, and the cold touch came from the throat, which instantly woke up the high school student who yearned for the underworld.

"Mom... I don't want to be a gangster anymore..."

"It's too late to think about it now!"

The next moment, Huang Mao opened his teeth damaged by the anesthetic, and bit hard on Noda Shou's ear. He said that he should enjoy him well.

At the same time, there was something wrong with the gangsters of the ghost group. They were breathing rapidly, some of them took out the medicine bottles they carried with them, drank the medicine in one gulp, and then roared and chopped the enemy in front of them into two pieces.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Huang Mao turned his head, just in time to see his subordinate kneeling on the ground and screaming in pain, he said impatiently: "I said not to use medicine when fighting..."

His words stopped in the middle, and the subordinate in front of him suddenly jumped up, threw Huang Mao down directly, and Noda Shou was under him, biting the other's throat like crazy.

At the last moment of his life, Huang Mao saw the flickering golden eyes of his subordinates, and reluctantly swallowed his last breath.

But this is not the end of the hunt. The irrational gangsters in the shopping street smell the smell that spreads in the air. It is so sweet that it makes them salivate.

So they raised their heads, and at the same time, they saw the woman leaning against the window on the second floor.

(End of this chapter)