[K] Daily

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"Zanjo-san, please accompany me this trip." After returning from the Ozhu Tower, Munakata, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said to the man who was temporarily acting as the driver. Because the two short legs could not touch the ground, Hanging in the air, but still maintaining a sitting posture.The short-sleeved white shirt was properly ironed, neat black overalls, a black bow tie at the neckline, and a pair of brand new leather shoes on his feet. He was meticulous from head to toe, looking like a young master from a rich family.

Yoshijo who observed this scene through the rearview mirror resolutely hid the smile in his eyes. Although Reji Munakata was a very unpleasant man, it did not prevent him from being curious about this child.

"But you can rest assured that I will drive, as expected of Director Munakata." The red signal light came on, and the fingers on the steering wheel unconsciously tapped twice, and the left sleeve hung down empty.

"I'm very relieved to do things Zenjo-san, and I don't want to bother you if I can," Munakata said worriedly, "When determining the duration of this situation, my current physical condition must be kept secret from the outside world. For this reason, Awashima-kun and Fushimi You have to handle cumbersome official duties on my behalf, and since you can't find a suitable candidate, you have to trouble Santiao-sang."

A series of literary and official accents uttered from the mouth of a child who does not appear to be seven years old, is both weird and strangely harmonious.

Until the green signal light came on, the black high-end car drove slowly in the crowd of traffic.

"I failed to meet the King of Gold this time, what are you going to do next, Chief."

"Yeah, let me think about it."

They had arrived at the Pillar Tower a few minutes earlier, only to be told that the King of Gold was nowhere to be seen.When asked the reason, the people from the Time Academy were evasive, but it seemed that a lot of changes had taken place in the King of Gold.It's no wonder, after all, the source of the disaster was the Dresden stone slab, but it was so invisible that Munakata suddenly became curious.

However, curiosity is curiosity, this kind of absurd farce is better to end as soon as possible, just a day or two, and it will be too late when the time is too long.Among other things, the outsiders who have been under the surveillance of Scepter4 for a long time are enough to plunge the country into chaos.

Zong Xiang stared at his immature and fair palm, his eyebrows gradually frowned, and his mind was heavy.

He can clearly feel the huge power stored in his body. He didn't realize it before, but now he is like a terrifying beast locked in a baby's body. A little carelessness will cause serious consequences. Fortunately, this power seems to be trapped Shen Mian showed no sign of waking up at all, which made Munakata secretly heave a sigh of relief.

The car stopped suddenly, and the inertia caused the small body to lean forward suddenly, if it wasn't for wearing a seat belt, it would have almost fallen headlong.

"Oh, I thought I could go back to the village early for dinner, but it's getting late." Shanjo muttered while picking up the Taidao on the passenger seat, and glanced at the young man approaching here with an iron pipe or a baseball bat from the corner of his eye. , the clothes on his body are fashionable nowadays, with all kinds of tattoos on his arms, all covering his face, he looks like ordinary street gangsters, but the sharp-eyed Shanjo can't miss the unusual energy fluctuations in their hands.

—An outsider?

"Outsiders." Zongxiang looked out of the window with his chin resting on his face, with a look of interest, completely unaware of being surrounded.

Seeing his attitude, Shanjo sighed inwardly, it is really troublesome to have a boss who likes to watch the excitement, and this kind of character is almost the tradition of King Qing, the previous generation Yu Zhang Xun was also a casual guy, Compared to him, Munakata is considered good.

Tucao to Tucao, dedicated Shan Tiao did not forget to remind his boss, who has little force left, to be safe, and he was answered with an angelic and lovely smile.

Ahh, what is this subtle sense of healing ==

Shan Tiao, who is about to enter the [-]th mark, is baptized by the Holy Light for the first time in his life (San Tiao: Consider the uncle's body and mind, hey!).

Putting aside the gossip, Shantiao quickly got out of the car and closed the door, ready to quickly clean up the miscellaneous fish and go back to catch a meal.

As if feeling the oppressive feeling that Shan Tiao was different from ordinary people, the aggressive young man couldn't help hesitating, hesitantly exchanged glances with his companions, and some even retreated. They were neither blind nor fools, and they were holding a big sword The man standing in front of the car was not at the same level as them. Generally speaking, they were suppressed by rank.

Someone in the depressed crowd began to curse: "You idiots, can you find out the situation before you act, this is called old, weak, sick and disabled uncle!"

"Then why don't you go there, you were the one who proposed to intercept!"

"Stop arguing, at least the one in the car is the real one, the son of Munakata Reisi!"

"Yeah, if you catch that little brat, you can threaten him and release your elder brother, maybe you can get a lot of money!!"

The last sentence was like a reassurance, bringing the chaotic organization together again, the panic on their faces gradually calmed down, and the greed rooted in human nature finally defeated the fear of power.

In this regard, Shanjo just watched these young people's self-destructive actions indifferently, but they saved themselves a lot of effort by attacking together.

When a group of people were all knocked down, lying on the ground with their feet upturned like tortoises with their shells turned over, they still couldn't calm down. The reason why they dared to attack was not only the greed that drove them to act, but also their supernatural powers were also strengthened. Gaining confidence, thinking that even if he suffered heavy injuries, he would not be able to snatch a child, but the result surprised everyone. A bunch of outsiders failed to survive three rounds under the hands of this man with one arm missing.

Powerful power often makes people fearful. While fearful, some people choose to retreat, while others will act very stupidly.

A pistol|thunder rushed towards the direction of the car, and the flaming sparks drew a half-arc in the air, and it was about to detonate. Shanjo's eyes turned cold, and he drew out the sword and was about to throw it. Faster than him was a The roaring and majestic red flames roared like a wild beast, biting the solid weapon in its mouth with sharp fangs, the red flame and deafening noise exploded together, and the flame fragments flew down, the alarm The sound rang out crazily, and the crowd of onlookers scattered.

The fragments were bounced off by the opened red sanctuary without exception.

There was a muffled sound from the car window, Zongxiang didn't notice it, and sat in the car calmly.

The knocking sound lasted for about half a minute and stopped, replaced by the creaking sound of the car door, and the metal was constantly rubbed and broken violently, as if the old man was facing the pain of dismemberment.

"Bang!" The car door that was forcefully removed was thrown on the ground like garbage.

"Come out." The deep voice revealed deep impatience.

"Pardon me for refusing."

"Do you want me to burn this car?"

Zongxiang sneered like tearing dry ice off his face: "You can try."

The man standing outside exhaled smoke rings, as if he wanted to exhale the anxiety in his body. The curling purple smoke floated straight to the sky. The movement silently announced that the man's patience was exhausted.

Stepping into the car, he violently tore off the seat belt in front of Munakata, and carried him out without hesitation.

"Were you so light back then?" Weighed the weight in his hand, and found that it was not as heavy as Anna.

Zongxiang kicked him angrily, and turned his face away with a cold snort.

Zhou Fang yawned nonchalantly, just like being scratched by a kitten, put him in his arms, turned around and started walking.

As soon as he took a step, he heard another deep male voice behind him: "This is not acceptable. It is my duty to escort him. Even the Scarlet King cannot easily take people away in front of my eyes."

Zhou Fang stared sideways at the ocher-haired man holding a machete in his field of vision without saying a word, wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses, the scar on the bridge of the nose extended to both cheeks, and the sleeve of his left hand was floating empty, with an astonishing aura.

"Oh, there are people like Scepter4." Zhou Fang said with great interest.

"Where there are, there are many capable people under the command of the Scarlet King." Zongxiang said modest and polite words on his mouth, but the expression on his face was completely different.

Zhou Fang snorted coldly, even if he changed his shell, he couldn't change his hypocritical nature.

"What if I have to take him away?"

"Then let me confirm whether you are qualified."

The waving Taidao raised violent smoke and dust, and the blue light blade broke through the smoke and went straight to the standing man, hitting the red sanctuary and making a sharp hiss.

Zhou Fang raised a disdainful smile: "Take back the preface, people in Scepter4 are really stupid." The corner of his lips tilted, he raised his hand and made a fist, the light blade instantly shattered, and the aftermath of the energy swept up the strong wind and almost blew the car off the ground , Fortunately, there are no people left around.

"Hmph, I have a hand, so it's my turn."

His eyes were bright red, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a ball of flames. No, to be precise, his whole body turned into a violent flame. The temperature around him soared, and the asphalt road seemed to be melting. He took a small step forward, and the heat wave instantly swept across the entire space. The signboard on the roadside made a creaking sound, and he held a bright red fireball in his palm.

In the nick of time, a foot kicked his arm in time, and the slender calf seemed to be broken with a little effort. Just when Zhou Fang was in a daze, he grabbed the slightly stiff red hair with one hand and forced him to turn his face away. .

Facing that disgusting face, Zongxiang said coldly: "You violent barbarian, do you want to kill my capable subordinate?"

"Play a few rounds, besides, didn't you acquiesce?"

"Have you ever asked my opinion? When did I acquiesce?"

Zhou Fang tilted his head, and said with a half-smile: "Stop pretending, Munakata, this guy is above your deputy chief in terms of aptitude."

Munakata turned a deaf ear to it, and said to Shanjo directly: "This farce ends here, Shanjo-san, you go back first, and inform Awashima-kun by the way, until I recover, I will stay in Barbara."

"Yes."

It has to be said that for the current Munakata, it is the most sensible to stay with Zhou Fang who has not been affected by the slate, which not only ensures safety but also isolates the outside world from prying eyes. The meaning of leaving is just to see this kid who is somewhat of Kagu's shadow.

——Is Slate choosing the king based on face?

But these good things can't be controlled and don't want to be concerned. As long as they don't make trouble, let them worry about the king's affairs.With this in mind, the hungry uncle quickly threw the car door into the car, and drove the weather-beaten little black car to the direction of the settlement.

At the corner of the street, a handsome young man stood there for a long time, until one big and one small disappeared from sight, then left the spot.

"This kind of virtue doesn't stop. You are indeed a young man." He muttered to himself as he walked, and he didn't see the frequent glances of the women around him. Apart from his handsome appearance, the young man exuded a unique temperament. What makes him stand out from the crowd is the military temperament that has experienced the baptism of countless wars.

At the busy crossroads, the sidewalk is bustling with people. A young man named Dajue Guochang Road stands in the crowd. His rigorous posture is eye-catching. The red signal light flashes a few times and jumps to the green light. The crowd is like a tide. The young man walked slowly along the crowd, wearing a kimono, wearing a soft hat, and leaning on a cane in his hand. When rubbing shoulders, a steady and soft voice sounded in his ears:

"Long time no see, Yuqian."