Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"It was so noisy outside just now."

A few thugs got into the toilet, but did not see the scene of the platform jumping off the track.

There were originally other people in the public toilet, but when they saw a few bad-looking gangsters leading people in aggressively, they bowed their heads and walked out of the public toilet, some of them holding back half of their urine.

"Everyone who is in the way is gone." The yellow-haired thug pinched the male staff's face with his hand, "Hey, have you ever practiced boxing? It's fine if you haven't. You'll always be beaten."

Saying that, the yellow-haired **** pushed the male staff, his two hands clenched into fists, the horned dragon on his flower arm bulged, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"This is an ordinary person, be careful not to make any problems."

The rest of the gangsters laughed and lit cigarettes.

"What does it matter, no one sees it anyway."

"Oh, someone jumped off the track outside." A gangster stuck his head out and took a deep breath, "Come on, the subway police are all around, no one cares now."

The male staff clasped his hands, bowed his waist and lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you money... Can you let me go?"

"Money?" The yellow-haired gangster sneered and shook his finger, "No, no, we're not blackmailers."

"It's been said that as long as you are obedient and practice boxing with me." The smell of alcohol in the gangster's stomach suddenly rushed upward, and he spat out vomit in disgust, and poured it on the male staff's head.

The foul-smelling vomit is nauseating.

"Please forgive me, please forgive me." Ignoring the stench all over his head, the male clerk trembled humbly.

"Damn." The thug wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, "Come, punch, come."

Looking at the interaction between the yellow-haired gangster and the male staff, and the other gangsters giggling with their hands in their sleeves, the male staff's performance is like a funny clown in a circus, which makes people laugh.

"Please forgive me, please."

"I beg you."

The male clerk's legs trembled, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to punch! Hey!"

Puff.

The male staff knelt on the ground.

"Please, please." The facial features of the male staff were wrinkled together, tears welling up in his eyes,

"Damn, I..." The yellow-haired **** scolded, and when he raised his leg, he was about to kick him heavily.

If he was kicked, the male employee's head would be directly slammed into the toilet, so one can imagine what disgusting things would happen.

"Stop."

Just at the critical moment, a trembling voice sounded at the door of the toilet. Takeo Moribe, who was wearing a black suit, with tense muscles on his face, was shaking all over.

"You guys stop." Takeo Moribe put the briefcase on the sink, took a deep breath and shouted, "Anything you can do, come at me."

The thug who was drinking and was about to beat the office worker turned his head unhappily, glanced at Takeo Moribe, and after looking at it, they all burst out laughing.

"Another one to die."

"Who is this, who thinks he is a superhero?"

"I'll come to meet you."

As he spoke, the thugs stretched out their arms, and they wouldn't be so arrogant in normal times. But they are completely lawless when they are drunk, and they are locked up for two days at most, what is it to them.

Moreover, those who are bullied usually do not call the police for their own work. After all, no matter what the reason is, going to the police station is a disgrace, and they may be "treated differently" by the company, although the probability is very small. , but it is not non-existent, so in this deformed social atmosphere, a person cannot even protect himself, let alone stand up for others.

Looking at the menacing thugs, Takeo Moribe shouted and rushed over with his fists.

Without any rules, Mamoru's posture looks like a child fighting.

The drunken **** laughed carelessly, raised his leg and kicked Takeo Moribu in the stomach. This kick was precise and ruthless, hitting Takeo Moribe directly in the stomach.

He immediately retched a few times, but before he could recover, the thug squeezed his neck again.

Moribu Sora, who lacks combat experience, has a suit of chakra and ninjutsu, but he can't play it at all.

"With this ability, I thought he was an ordinary hero, tsk."

Takeo Moribu's eyes were red, and a flame was brewing in his body. He wanted to spew out a fire and burn the wicked person in front of him, but if he spewed flames in public, his life would be over.

By the way, the power that the fox demon gave itself was not only fire-breathing, but when running in the forest at that time, he poured "spiritual power" into his limbs, and the running speed became very fast.

That power strengthens the body!

Takeo Moribe closed his eyes and felt the flow of Spiritual Power of Lord Fox Demon in his body.

Infuse this power into your limbs.

There is!

A powerful force gathered in the arm.

"You bunch... bastards!" Takeo Moribu raised his palm and tightly held the bastard's wrist.

"What are you..."

The **** was about to slap the guard, but his expression suddenly became painful.

"Squeak."

The grasped wrist made a creaking sound.

Takeo Moribe opened his eyes angrily, like a stone statue in a temple.

"It hurts, it hurts." The **** gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull out his hand, but the thought of teaching the man in front of him all disappeared.

"What the hell, don't beat him up."

"I'm going to... I'm going to stop..."

"Crack!" Takeo Moribe used all his strength, the gangster's wrist suddenly shrunk in a circle, and the cracking sound of a fracture followed.

"Ah, ah!"

The other gangsters didn't know what was going on yet. They looked at them with bad eyes, and some people seemed to want to take something out of their arms.

The gangster with a fractured wrist screamed and knelt on the ground. Takeo Moribu patted his chest nervously, and rushed forward with his eight fists.

"Killed..."

A thug was hit in the cheek by Momo, and immediately flew into the air in the room.

"Fuck..."

This head directly covered his stomach and was kicked three meters away.

"I……"

This head slammed into the compartment door and fell limply.

The only remaining yellow-haired scoundrel was more than half awake, looking at the friends all over the floor, before he had time to speak ruthlessly, his entire body was lifted by Takeo Moribe's neck.

"You in the end..."

Takeo Moribu pulled his face closer and shouted, "Go away!"

After shouting, Takeo Moribu shoved the yellow-haired bastard's head into the toilet with a flick of his hand.

Looking at the gangsters moaning all over the floor, Takeo Moribe was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead all over his forehead.

The male clerk stood up in disbelief and stared at the chaotic scene in astonishment.

A social animal who looks the same as himself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ actually beat a group of thugs to the ground with his backhand. This is so magical.

The male clerk wiped the tears from his face and sobbed sincerely: "No... Thank you very much."

"No, no." Moribu smiled and waved his hand before leaving.

"Thank you very much." The male staff walked forward, "Because I wasted your time, do you need to go to the hospital for a look."

"I'm fine." Whether it's physical or mental, Takeo Moribe's condition is very good.

The two walked out of the public toilet. A group of subway policemen and staff had gathered at the place where they jumped off the track just now. Seeing that they could no longer get on the tram, the passengers waiting for the train in the tunnel scattered in twos and threes.

"Jumping off the track..." The male staff, "Then I'll call you a taxi."

When there was a rail jump incident, there was no need to count on the subway, and because of the ghostly nature of the rail lines in the island country, one line had an accident, and all other lines were delayed. The male staff kept bowing and paying for a taxi.

"goodbye."

Outside the car window, the male employee waved his hands gratefully.

"goodbye."

Sitting in the taxi, Takeo Moribe laughed.

He scratched his head, the shadow of the tragic jumping track had been erased from his mind.

It was the first time for him to take a taxi as an extravagant thing after he got married. Sitting in the car and looking at the scenery on both sides, Takeo Moribe laughed happily. He felt that he had found the direction of his life.

Just when Takeo Moribe felt good, an oncoming car caught his eye, a black Mitsubishi sedan with an Osaka license plate.

Unfamiliar Mitsubishi cars.

The Mitsubishi car stopped at the intersection not far from the house, and his wife got out of the car with a lot of style and waved goodbye to the inside of the car.