Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

Unfinished building outside.

Wu Bianzao and Wu Fengshui were a little restless.

The fighting time inside is too long.

Even if he trusts the strength of his elders very much, it is inevitable to feel a little worried.

"Let me go in and take a look."

Wu Fengshui, who had already dealt with his injuries, couldn't help but said.

"Don't, have you forgotten what Uncle Horio said before, you are not allowed to go in if anything happens."

Wu Bianzao quickly grabbed her.

"But it's been almost ten minutes. Even if the other party ran away, Uncle Horio came out, right? But so far there is no sign, and the movement inside... makes me a little uneasy."

Hearing what Wu Fengshui said, Wu Bianzao also fell silent.

Yato didn't know that even though the battle between him and his opponent was inside the unfinished building, because the surroundings were quiet and the interior was too empty, some noises would inevitably be heard outside.

Especially Wu Horio, who looked like a humanoid monster, punched and kicked like a typhoon passing through, causing a great degree of damage to the interior of the building.

If he is given enough time, it is possible for one person to tear down this building.

Both Wu Fengshui and Wu Bianzao are martial artists with superhuman physiques, and they are particularly sensitive to such movements.

Can roughly feel the intensity of the battle.

What was thought to be a surefire thing has gone in an unknown direction.

That's why they feel uneasy.

But soon—a situation happened that made it even more difficult for the two of them to keep calm.

Inside the unfinished building, footsteps came.

"...!"

"ah?!"

When they saw who it was, they were beyond shocked.

That's right.

It's Yato.

He was covered in cuts and bruises.

Some action postures look twisted, and for an expert, it is a sign of a fracture at a glance.

And judging from the number, the degree of fracture is not light.

The possibility of visceral hemorrhage cannot be ruled out.

Yetou tried his best to open his swollen eyes, staring at Wu Bianzao and Wu Fengshui.

Although his injuries have accumulated to such a terrible point.

But after being stared at by him.

Both Wu Bianzao and Wu Fengshui felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they were being watched by an injured beast, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while, for fear that a little extreme action would cause a fatal blow.

"...If someone comes within five minutes, that guy can still be saved."

Yato suddenly made a sound.

The silence of the confrontation was broken.

It also got their attention back.

Wu Bianzao and Wu Fengshui looked at each other and instantly understood what he meant.

"I'll go, you call someone."

Wu Bianzao put down his sentence and rushed into the unfinished building to find Wu Horixiong, probably because he wanted to take some temporary first aid measures.

Wu Fengshui also quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the friends in the Tokyo group for help.

The Yu family has sufficient experience and coping methods for this situation.

If this is an ordinary person, five minutes can only wait for death.

The ambulance never arrived in time.

But for the Yu family, five minutes is enough!

Putting down the phone, Wu Fengshui looked at Yeto who was walking towards him, and couldn't help breathing.

Having experienced a bloody battle, his breath was too tragic.

A pungent smell of blood can be smelled between breaths.

"...You, what do you want to do!"

She thought that Yeto would not give up after defeating Uncle Horio, and wanted to continue to attack herself.

Subconsciously took out the dagger as a defensive posture.

However, Yato didn't pay any attention to her.

The two sides passed each other.

That's it.

"..."

Wu Fengshui came back to his senses after a while.

His back was drenched in cold sweat.

This sense of oppression and aura.

Compared with before, it seems like a completely different person!

For a moment, she felt as if she was going to suffocate.

...

Yato ignored the strange gazes of some passers-by, walked to a corner, took out his mobile phone and called Himuro Ryo.

Fortunately, although I fell all the way from the fifth floor, the phone was not broken.

It's just that the screen is cracked.

Let him slide with his finger for a long time before successfully booting up.

"If there is a chance, I must change to a button phone."

Yato thought viciously.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello? Yato, what's the matter, call me as soon as you leave."

Ice Room's cold voice rang through the phone.

Probably because part of the earpiece is broken, the sound is a bit low.

Yato doesn't care, it's best if he can get through.

"I'm at the corner next to the hotel, 500 meters east of the bar, come and meet me."

"Your voice……?"

At the bar, Himuro Ryo frowned upon hearing this, and his expression changed instantly.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon, and don't hang up your phone."

Putting down the phone, before saying hello to others, he rushed out of the bar and rushed to the place Yato said.

Five hundred meters is not a long distance.

That's why Yato called Himuro Ryo first instead of calling an ambulance.

Because the ice room is the closest.

"How did this happen? Who did you fight with? The assassin of the Dragon Ball team?"

Seeing Yato sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, Himuro Ryo was startled.

With his eyesight, he could roughly judge Yato's injury at this time with just a cursory glance.

But what made him feel a little strange was that there was no gunshot wound on Yato's body.

"..."

Yato raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then relaxed his body and lost consciousness.

"?!"

Himuro's heart tightened, and he quickly squatted down to check Yato's heartbeat and pulse.

Fortunately, it's not the kind of situation he thought.

I felt a little relieved.

"But this kind of injury... the one who did it was a master. It's a good thing you survived."

...

"Thank you for surviving."

Same words, the next day.

The sound rang in the hospital ward funded by the Yu family.

It was a skinny old man with sunken eye sockets who looked like a mummy.

In front of him, Wu Horixiong was lying on the hospital bed.

The huge body propped up the quilt like a small mountain bag.

A white bandage was wrapped around the neck.

Other than his pale face, he seemed to be fine.

"...Sorry, Mrs. Eriyoung."

Wu Horio said listlessly.

"There's no need to say sorry to the old man. Changing and Fengshui are the ones who saved you. You have let them down." The current patriarch of the Yu family, who has lived for an unknown number of years, Wu Huiliyang's words were unexpected Vicious and venomous, completely unable to see the care and love for the younger generation.

"What about the kid?"

Wu Horio didn't refute, and he was used to the elder's sarcasm, and calmly asked a question that he cared about very much.

"A boy from Igarashi's family? Although his father is just a businessman, he is unexpectedly capable as a son, and even almost killed you who is known as the 'ghost cow'." The old man chuckled, his voice hoarse, but there was a trace of appreciation Yi said, "Don't worry, listen to the people under his command, he is still alive, but unlike you, he is just an ordinary person, and he is probably still in the ICU for first aid."

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