Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

This Echizen Ryoma will definitely not be too bad!

"is it?"

At this moment, a rough and heavy voice sounded: "In other words, how much can I vote?"

"That's right."

Sakurabukiyukihiko Maro smiled and nodded, but he quickly reacted and his face changed suddenly.

The voice just now seemed to be his... behind him? ! !

not good!

He screamed in his heart, and immediately turned to flee.

call!

At this time, the sound of breaking wind sounded.

A huge, black-haired palm slapped directly on his head.

boom!

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the whole ship seemed to tremble.And Sakurabukiyukihiko Maro, who was full of scenery before, was actually shot directly embedded in the wooden wall.

The scene was instantly quiet enough to hear the needle falling.

Chapter [-] Shiraishi vs Ryoma

what's the situation?

What happened suddenly shocked the celebrities in the audience.

That rich man named Sakurabukiyukihiko Maro was actually... beaten?

"who are you?"

Next to him, after the fat chef holding a sharp knife was shocked, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him as if nothing had happened.He had never seen this person on the boat, and vaguely, he had a bad feeling about it.

However, the other party turned a deaf ear, and his thick palms fumbled around his waist.

"No, uh..."

Just when the fat chef thought that the other party was pulling a gun, this rough-looking old man actually took out a gourd and began to drink a lot.

Is this a... alcoholic?

"Well……"

But at this moment, he felt that something was blocking his back.Immediately, he felt a chill down his spine, and his hair was standing on end.

It's a gun!

Those guys are...

"Mita Iwaichi, be honest with me."

Just when the fat chef was thinking about it, a heavy voice sounded.

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With a swish, his face turned pale, and cold sweat kept falling down.

Mita Iwaichi, this is his real name, a real name that even Sakurabukiyukihiko Maro doesn't know.

Sure enough, these guys are...

Click!

Click!

Click!

Behind him, the sailors were handcuffed and taken directly to the cabin.

"Minasang!"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a police uniform picked up the microphone and said solemnly: "This guy Sakura Fukiyue is not a rich man. As for the real situation, please go to the Tokyo Police Station to find out."

"what the hell!"

Immediately, someone said dissatisfiedly: "Perhaps, you are Sakurabuki Xuehiko Maru's accomplices, this is just a game, in order to rob us people of money!!!"

Grab money!

The sensitive words were shouted, which immediately resonated with most people.

"That's right!"

"I need to see your police officer card!"

"I know your Tokyo police chief, you are a fake!"

"Oh?"

Seeing the faces of this group of people, the police officer was not angry, but found it ridiculous. He fixed his eyes on the ones who called him the most, and sneered: "In that case, you guys should cooperate with our investigation!"

Swish!

The faces of the people he pointed out suddenly changed, and cold sweat was flowing down.