death of hope

Chapter 741 "Savage Growth" (158) Devastated

Yamato Tetsuya inquired all the way, and when he led people to find Onitsuka Eikichi,
This destitute man was kneeling on the street, pulling on the trousers of the pachinko parlor lobby manager and pleading,
He hoped to get some credit so that he could make money again by gambling again.

"Please! For the sake of me being a regular customer!"

On weekdays, this manager is polite and smiling, but once he discovers that there is nothing more to squeeze out of a customer, his face will change instantly;

"We don't sell on credit! If you don't have money, don't play!"

The manager kicked him in the face, Onitsuka Eikichi got up and continued to kneel down and beg;
"Just one basket! I am willing to use all my wealth to exchange for a basket of marbles!"

"You're a fool to lose! Just stay there! Look at your virtue, you are like a drowned dog, how can you still pay a penny?"

"I'm okay...that's right!
Blood! Selling blood! Take my blood! "

"Who wants your smelly blood? It's so dirty! Get out of here!"

The lobby manager tried to pull his legs out, but he held him too tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw and refused to let go;

"Stop fucking my pants!

Someone is coming! beat him! "

The guy who was responsible for looking after the pachinko parlor was already waiting by the side with his stick.
The manager gave the order and beat up the gambling dog. After the beating, he spat:

"Don't come again! Otherwise I'll break your legs!"

·
Onitsuka Eikichi was beaten into panda eyes, the bridge of his nose was broken, and there was a big hole in the corner of his eye bleeding...

The former boss of the Bosozoku clan was lying in front of the pachinko parlor. His stylish airplane head was stained with dirt, and his white 'special attack suit' gown was covered with marks from being kicked.

Passers-by pointed at him and took detours, as if they were avoiding a bag of smelly kitchen waste.

Footsteps were approaching, and a group of people approached him without going around.

Onizuka Eikichi raised his head and saw Yamato Tetsuya wearing the Kurose Academy smiling uniform.
He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking down at himself with his hands in his pockets;

"Kid...are you here to laugh at me..."

Yamato Tetsuya snorted coldly and asked;
"Bosozoku, where's your motorcycle?"

These words hit Onizuka Eikichi's pain point, and he was so angry that he yelled:
"It's none of your business! Go ahead and shit! You brat!"

"Why are you talking to my young master!?"

The man in sunglasses next to him rolled up his sleeves and wanted to make a move, but Toru also stopped him:

"Axing, forget it."

He knelt down, opened the hardcover metal cigarette box, tore open the gold foil wrapping, and handed out a MILD SEVEN cigarette.

Onizuka Eikichi was stunned for a moment, then took it and held it in his mouth.
His face has long been lost, and it doesn't matter if he suffers some more humiliation. He now urgently needs free tar and nicotine to anesthetize himself;
"Borrow a light..." Yamakami Toru took out a limited edition ZIPPO lighter and lit it for the other party.

·
Onitsuka Eikichi had some touches;
I feel like I'm respected, at least treated as a human being, rather than a gambler like a rat on the street.

After taking a few puffs, I thought about it carefully. The charity from my former enemies must have hidden poison.

So, he said with a stinking face:
"It's not your turn to pity me!"

"Where is your motorcycle, Onizuka." Tetsuya asked this question for the second time.

This time, he extended his hand towards the other person as a gesture of friendship;

"Get up and talk."

This doesn't seem like he's kidding himself. It's been a long time since anyone respected him like this.
Onizuka Eikichi took the hand, and soon he felt the other person's strength.

Young, strong and surging strength, he pulled himself up.

If there was a fight now, the half-grown man in front of him in a laughing uniform could beat the shit out of him, stamp his face into the mud, and ridicule him.
But Tetsuya Yamama had no intention of doing that, he just repeated the question;

"Where's your motorcycle, Onizuka."

There was an unsettling power in that look, which made him tremble all over, and he was forced to answer;
"sold……"

"You are a bosozoku, how can you sell your motorcycle?"

There is nothing wrong with what you say.
The bosozokus of New Sapporo should twist the accelerator, remove the muffler, and try their best to make noise that will make the eardrums of every pedestrian along the road feel uncomfortable.

Onizuka Eikichi enjoys those disgusted looks and the way those passers-by dare to be angry but dare not express their grievances. He feels very accomplished and feels that he is no longer a gangster, but a feared gangster.

(Yeah, how can a bosozoku sell his motorcycle...)
However, he did such a stupid thing;
Last week, he pushed his beloved Harley into a pawn shop in exchange for a wad of bills, and lost it all after playing in a pinball room for a few days.

He spent countless hours on that motorcycle, bought it from the second-hand market, repaired it, modified it, maintained it, and painted it...

His beloved skull sticker is stuck on the fuel tank, and the tall handle is tied with a silk ribbon given by his girlfriend.
A high-power speaker was hung on the side, and three flags were flying on the rear of the car, which read 'Chivalry', 'All Villains', and 'Noisy Class'.
These flags and slogans showed his identity as the boss of the Bosozoku clan, and they were blown by the wind while he was accelerating.

At that time, Onizuka Eikichi was riding at the front, his girlfriend hugged his waist and said some love words in his ear that made his heart beat faster.

Hundreds of brothers followed behind, the roaring, one after another sound of engines shook the earth, swaggering through the city...

Whenever this happens, there will be an illusion; this city does not belong to the wealthy people in suits and ties in the uptown area.

But it belongs to them, to these passionate poor boys, the young forces from the neighborhood...

That Harley motorcycle was his pride, his glory, his dream, his youth, his glory...

(Destroyed...all destroyed.)
Onitsuka Eikichi beat his chest and stamped his feet, and the macho man shed tears...