Please make money.

Those gangster-like guys live here and usually work as assistants. If they see someone looking for trouble, they can stand on the street or even fight directly.

The man in the windbreaker knew why the other party was so confident. If they wanted to cause trouble in such an environment, they must be a group of gangsters coming to kill them.

Or it's like in the movies, where there are those so-called chivalrous masters - but movies are movies after all, and there are no such idiots who come to challenge others in reality.

The woman was ridiculed for a while, but seemingly for the sake of the man in the windbreaker, the other party still gave her a cowhide bag in return.

“Yes, these are the things.”

The president put his feet up on the table and said, "Little sister, if I were you, I would choose to leave this city."

The woman hugged the paper bag tightly: "W-what are you going to do?!"

"Of course I won't do anything, at least not now, but little sister, this city will eat people--"

As he spoke, he put his feet down, stood up, straightened his collar, walked over to the trembling woman, and sniffed her neck.

"Hmm... there's no scent at all. Everything in the movie is fake."

"You, stay away from me!"

"Stay away from you?" The president laughed, then stamped his feet and shouted loudly: "Ha————"

There was a sudden and loud scream, and the woman was so frightened that her whole body trembled and her face suddenly turned pale.

The man in the windbreaker pulled the woman behind him and said, "What are you going to do!"

The president just chuckled. He raised his hand and called the two younger brothers who were serving as background figures behind him: "Send them out."

He pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a fake smile: "Kawagen-san, I respect you this time, so I let you complete the commission, but this little sister can't employ you forever, right? I persuaded her to leave this city, but it was entirely for her own good."

"Aren't you afraid of being sanctioned?"

"Sanctioned by what? Huh? By you? Come on—"

The president leaned over and said, "Come on, please handcuff me! Respected Mr. Inspection Director!"

The man in the windbreaker looked at the other person's ugly face that was approaching him, and clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks became a little squarer.

But the two younger brothers behind him had changed their stance and took two steps forward, obviously preparing for his attack.

"Hehe..." The president retracted his head: "It seems that Kawagen-san still lacks courage. You were not like this back then. When you were at the scene of the car accident, you said that you would bring us all to justice. How come you have become a private detective now, and I have become the president?"

"I will catch you back." The man in the windbreaker pressed his hat: "Absolutely!"

"Really? That's great. Oh yeah, there's one more thing."

The president walked up to the man in the windbreaker who was taller than him, stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his ear, lowering his voice.

"At the beginning, your sister begged our eldest brother to save her... She should not have been dead at that time. I threw her into the stinking ditch with my own hands..."

The voice was so soft that it would not be picked up by the recorder, and even the woman who was standing close by could not hear clearly what was said.

Even though the man in the windbreaker knew that the other party was provoking him, his eyes widened instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his breathing became heavy as if he was pulling a bellows.

The president raised his chin and waited for a few seconds, but the other party didn't attack him, so he could only sneer in dissatisfaction.

"What? I thought you would do it..."

In that case, even if I beat him to death, it would be his problem - he broke into a private house and was the first to start the fight, which is against the law!

The reason his classmates were able to save him last time was because there was room for manipulation of his previous behavior, but this time there is definitely no room for manipulation.

But he can endure this, so it can only be said that he is not destined to die...

The president was about to say something when he heard a faint shouting and cursing from outside the door, followed by a few heavy muffled sounds.

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and the president looked at the man in the windbreaker with a look of doubt, as if he was wondering whether he was going to cause trouble.

But soon the sound stopped, as if what they had heard before was an illusion.

The president was relieved then, slammed the table and cursed in annoyance, and asked his younger brother to go and check out the situation.

The younger brother nodded, opened the door, and before he went out, he saw two people at the door.

"……who are you?"

The younger brother looked at the two girls in front of him with confusion, and they were not on guard at all.

Are they here for a photo shoot? Newbies? Oh, these two are pretty good, but their bodies are hard to tell, but they look pretty fresh.

Alia shook her hands: "Where's the wooden sword?"

An Lele turned around, raised two samurai swords, made a sword flower with his hands, and shook off the blood on them.

"Miss, you threw it too far. Why don't you use this? This is much more useful than a wooden sword!"

"You don't understand. Experts always use the simplest weapons. If I hadn't found the rattan stick, I would have used that thing."

"why?"

"The rattan stick has a special attack bonus against this side of the book."

An Lele didn't understand why, but she still went to find the wooden sword - the thing had pierced through a layer of wall partition and was embedded in the door.

An Lele flicked the sword in his hand, lifted it up and kicked it back into Alia's hand.

She still felt that the young lady was too merciful. If she used a wooden sword, she would at most break a few ribs...

Didn't you see that these guys were using sharp weapons themselves? At the very least, they were metal baseball bats.

An Lele naturally had no restraint when she took action. She could earn $800 a day working as a summer intern, and the first thing she learned was not to show mercy to her enemies.

If you want to make a living, you should be mentally prepared, otherwise you shouldn't be in this line of work!

It’s a long story, but it only consisted of a few lines of dialogue, and in a few quick moves, the little brother came back to his senses from a trance, his face became filled with shock and anger.

"Who are you——Tiemie!!"

Hey, hey, hey, are those people living in the room blind? Can they let these two little girls in?

Alia kicked the adult well-dressed man with such force that he flew off the ground and rolled back into the room from the door like a gourd.

Who? You've never seen Sailor Moon!

It's really infuriating. These NPCs even have fixed lines. They just ask about who they are when they meet.

Where are the elite monsters? Where is the boss? Where is the Ruotou? Where is the double flower red stick?

Alia walked into the room. Because the sound insulation was so good, there were six rooms on both sides of the corridor and she had no idea what they were used for.

As for why these rooms need to be soundproofed?

Ha ha……

Ailia held the wooden sword in both hands and blocked the door: "Hey, we're looking for someone - who is the boss of this firm?"

The people in the room subconsciously turned their eyes to the president, and Alia followed their gaze and looked at the man in light yellow sunglasses.

"Are you the boss?"

"...Little girls, who are you?"

The president was very calm. He winked and quietly retreated to his desk: "Come to see me, what's the matter?"

“Swoosh—Bang!!”

"You useless fellow! My lady asks you a question!"

The flower pot at the door was smashed in, and An Lele spoke angrily, speaking in a not-so-authentic Kansai accent.

This is what her comrade-in-arms - or rather her former colleague taught her. Colleagues who are able to go out and get summer jobs are of course much braver than those who are in the underworld.

It cannot be said that An Lele's Japanese is bad, but it is hard to describe. It is probably because the guy who taught her is as bad as most guys who teach people languages.

It's just like when people in Guangdong teach their friends to say blessings, and they start with "May your family be prosperous and blessed". They are definitely bad guys.

Anlele's Japanese teacher Anxin was even more cunning. She said to him, "You useless guy," but she actually used the expression "职立たず垃圾!"

Ailia felt like scratching her ears after hearing this. She said it was too two-dimensional and too cute. It didn't sound like you were scolding people. You sounded like you were being cute, you know.

This kind of description is generally not an insult. Rather than saying "useless guy", it is more like "you are so stupid and cute".

It's similar to those people who learn Japanese by watching anime and then engage in business negotiations, and are subtly commented by their partners as "the tone of voice is very much like that of a little girl."

Not only that, An Lele also said that her former comrade-in-arms often cursed at her in Japanese, and the two sides fought hard.

It is difficult to analyze what kind of guy the other party is...

The last person who liked to be scolded like this was probably a fan of Ninomiya Kugimiya. What era are these tears from?

But Mei Meng is right. Even if An Lele calls her "Ouni-chan" all the time, her violent actions are scary enough.

She now carries a load of weapons on her back, including but not limited to various knives, sticks, etc. that she has seized. She has five knives on her waist alone.

Generally, we call this style the "Fang Shiyu-style" challenge style. If she covers her eyes with a cloth, she will definitely be the protagonist.

The president didn't understand but was greatly shocked. The potted plant weighed dozens of kilograms and it took two people to move it.

While he was smiling and saying polite words, he raised his hand and quietly reached for the drawer of the table - where did these two guys come from - but it doesn't matter, I have a trump card!

The next second, a figure whizzed past, as if leaving an afterimage, and directly hit the large office desk.

The president had no idea how the other party came, nor what happened. He just felt the scene in front of him shaking.

Then there was a huge crash that echoed throughout the room, and a sudden pain, and a sense of confusion as the position was changed...

The second younger brother who had pulled out the dagger looked blankly at the empty space beside him.

There was still a thin layer of dust on the carpet, indicating that there was a desk here a second ago.

And now...

He looked back at the wall behind him. The large office desk was kicked by the other party and rolled several meters away, directly sticking to the wall.

Squeezed between the wall and the desk was the president, who looked like he had been in a car accident, and was pinned down by the large solid wood desk.

His sunglasses were broken, his mouth was open like a fish just pulled ashore, his face was flushed and confused, as if he had no idea what was going on.

Alia stood there, slowly lowering her long, shapely, and completely beautiful girl legs, and glanced at Little Brother Number Two.

When the latter met that gaze, he felt a chill on his back crawling up along his spine, and then exploded on the top of his head with a bang!

His scalp tingled and he subconsciously dropped the dagger in his hand, trembling as he slowly gave a French military salute.

Only then did Alia look away and picked up the lucky cat on the ground.

The lucky cat lost its support without any reaction because the table was flying so fast, and landed smoothly on the ground, just like pulling the tablecloth from under the tableware.

Alia walked up to the president who had been hit by the indoor dump truck and stepped on his shoulder blade, pushing him against the wall.

"I ask, you answer."

"...Call...call an ambulance..."

Alia smashed the clay cat hard on his head, and the cat was smashed to pieces. The cat's head tilted to one side and his sunglasses fell to the ground.

"Whether you're dead or not, I know my limits - I ask, you answer, and I don't want to say it a third time."

"I-I...give money...who invited you here..."

Arya sighed, picked up the wooden sword and started beating the guy all over the face with it. The sound was dull, like breaking a sack.

"Give me money—"

"You—give money—"

"You talk to me about money - give me money -"

After beating for a full two minutes, she stopped panting, tidied up the scattered hair on her forehead, and looked very disappointed.

She looked at An Lele: "Did you hear that? He said give me money! Does he look down on me?"

An Lele nodded repeatedly: "That's right! Miss, you fought well! This bastard is just insulting you!"

There are so many people who can be bought with money, but Alia is probably an exception - how many people can be richer than her?

Alia shook her head: "These extreme gangs are really disappointing. They have no moral integrity at all..."

In other words, why do they only do these bullshit things instead of consolidating the Yakuza's basic base?

Don't forget your characterization, it is a 'violent organization'! Not a fraudulent organization!

Alia raised her finger and pointed at the little brother: "You, pick up the knife and stab him!"

The younger brother squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, looking scared.

An Lele bared her teeth in dissatisfaction, revealing her sharp little canine teeth, and pulled out a sword with her backhand: "This must be an accomplice, Miss! Chop him up!"