"It was so noisy outside."
Several hoodlums went into the toilet and didn't see the scene of the platform jumping.
There were originally other people in the toilet, but when they saw a few unfriendly looking hoodlums coming in aggressively, they all lowered their heads and walked out of the toilet. Some of them held back their pee.
"The people in the way are gone." The hoodlum with dyed blonde hair pinched the male employee's face, "Hey, have you practiced boxing before?
It's okay if you haven't, you know how to get beaten. "
With that, the blonde hoodlum pushed the male employee, his hands clenched into fists, the dragon on his arms bulged, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"He's just an ordinary person, be careful and don't cause any problems."
The rest of the hoodlums laughed and lit their cigarettes.
"It doesn't matter, no one saw it anyway."
"Oh, someone jumped out of the train."
A hoodlum poked his head out to take a look and took a deep drag on his cigarette, "Let's fight, the subway police have surrounded it, no one will care now."
The male employee clenched his hands, bowed his back and lowered his head, his body couldn't stop trembling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you money … Can you let me go?"
"Money?" The blonde hoodlum sneered and shook his finger, "No, no, we're not extortionists."
"I already said, as long as you obediently practice boxing with me."
The alcohol in the hoodlum's stomach suddenly rushed up, he vomited and poured it on the male employee's head.
The stinky vomit made people nauseous.
"Please forgive me, please forgive me." The male employee ignored the stench on his head and trembled humbly.
"F * ck." The hoodlum wiped the vomit on the corner of his mouth, "Come, punch, come."
Looking at the interaction between the blonde hoodlum and the male employee, the other hoodlums laughed and put their hands in their sleeves, the male employee's performance was like a funny clown in a circus, making people laugh.
"Please forgive me, please."
"Please."
The male employee's legs trembled, almost kneeling on the ground.
"Didn't I tell you to punch!
Hey! "
Plop.
The male employee kneeled on the ground.
"Please, please." The male employee's facial features wrinkled together, tears came out of his eyes.
"Damn it, I …" The yellow-haired gangster cursed and lifted his leg to kick him.
If he was kicked, the male employee's head would directly hit the toilet bowl. One could imagine what kind of disgusting things would happen.
"Stop!"
At the critical moment, a trembling voice rang out at the toilet door. Moribe Takeo, who was dressed in a black suit, was trembling all over as his facial muscles twitched nervously.
"Stop!"
Moribe Takeo put the briefcase on the sink, took a deep breath and shouted, "Come at me if you have the ability!"
The hoodlums, who reeked of alcohol and were about to beat up the office workers, turned around unhappily and glanced at Moribe Takeo. After taking a look, they all burst out laughing.
"Another one has come to die."
"Who is this? Does he think he is a superhero?"
"I'll fight you."
As he spoke, one of the gangsters stretched out his arms. Normally, they wouldn't be so arrogant.
But when they were drunk, they were completely lawless. At most, they would be locked up for two days, which was nothing to them.
Moreover, those who were bullied generally wouldn't call the police for the sake of their own work. After all, no matter what the reason was, going to the police station was a disgrace, and the company might "treat them differently." Although the probability was very small, it was not non-existent. Therefore, in this abnormal social atmosphere, a person couldn't even protect himself, let alone stand up for others.
Looking at the aggressive gangster, Moribe Takeo yelled and rushed over with his fist.
Without any order, Takeo's posture looked like a child fighting.
The drunk gangster laughed a few times and lifted his leg to kick Moribe Takeo's stomach. This kick was accurate and ruthless, directly hitting Moribe Takeo's stomach.
He immediately retched a few times. Before he could recover, the gangster grabbed his neck again.
Takeo, who lacked combat experience, had Chakra and ninjutsu, but he couldn't use them at all.
"With just this little ability, I thought you were some ordinary hero. Tsk."
Moribe Takeo's eyes were red, and a fire was brewing in his body. He wanted to spit out a ball of fire and burn the evil man in front of him, but if he spat out the fire in front of everyone, his life would be over.
That's right, the power that the fox demon gave him was not only to spit fire. When he was running in the forest, he poured "spiritual power" into his limbs, and his running speed became very fast.
That power could strengthen the body!
Moribe Takeo closed his eyes and felt the fox demon's spiritual power flowing in his body.
He poured this power into his limbs.
Got it!
A powerful power gathered in his arms.
"You group of … bastards!" Moribe Takeo raised his palm and tightly held the gangster's wrist.
"What, you …"
The gangster was about to slap Takeo, but his expression suddenly became painful.
"Creak."
The wrist that was being held made a cracking sound.
Moribe Takeo opened his eyes in anger, like a stone statue in a temple, his clenched hands continued to output a terrifying power that didn't belong to a human.
"It hurts, it hurts."
The gangster clenched his teeth and tried to pull his hand out. The thought of teaching the man in front of him a lesson was all gone.
"What the hell, why aren't you beating him up?"
"It's … it's going to break …"
"Crack!"
Moribe Takeo used all his strength, and the gangster's wrist suddenly shrunk, followed by the sound of bones breaking.
"Ah, ah!"
The other gangsters didn't know what happened, and they all looked over with unfriendly eyes. Some of them seemed to take something out of their clothes.
The gangster with a broken wrist screamed and knelt on the ground. Moribe Takeo nervously patted his chest, and rushed forward with his fists.
"Kill …"
A gangster was hit in the cheek by Takeo, and he immediately flew in the room.
"Bastard …"
The gangster held his stomach as he was kicked three meters away.
"I …"
His head hit the door of the cubicle, and he fell down limply.
The only remaining gangster with yellow hair had mostly sobered up. Looking at his friends on the ground, he didn't have time to say anything, and his whole body was grabbed by the neck by Moribe Takeo.
"What the hell …"
Moribe Takeo pulled his face closer and shouted, "Get out!"
After shouting, Moribe Takeo swung his hand and threw the head of the gangster into the toilet.
Looking at the gangsters moaning on the ground, Moribe Takeo breathed heavily, and his forehead was full of sweat because of nervousness.
The male staff stood up in disbelief and looked at the chaotic scene, dumbfounded.
A sociopath who looked the same as him was actually able to beat a group of hoodlums to the ground with a backhand. This was too magical.
The male staff wiped the tears on his face and sincerely sobbed, "Feifei … Thank you very much."
"No, no." Takeo smiled and waved his hand, about to leave.
"Really, thank you very much."
The male staff walked forward, "Because I delayed your time, do you need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine." Whether it was physically or mentally, Moribe Takeo's state couldn't be better.
The two walked out of the public toilet, and a group of subway police and staff had gathered at the place where they jumped off the tracks. Seeing that they couldn't take the subway anymore, the passengers waiting in the tunnel scattered in twos and threes.
"Jumping off the tracks …" The male staff said, "Then I'll call a taxi for you."
With the jumping off the tracks, the subway was hopeless, and because of the Island Nation's evil nature, if one line had an accident, the other lines would all be delayed. The male staff bowed continuously and paid for a taxi.
"Goodbye."
Outside the window, the male staff waved his hand gratefully.
"Goodbye."
Sitting in the taxi, Moribe Takeo laughed.
He scratched his head, and the shadow of the jumping off the tracks had been erased from his heart.
It was the first time he had taken a taxi since he got married. Sitting in the car and looking at the scenery on both sides, Moribe Takeo smiled happily. He felt that he had found the direction of his life.
Just when Moribe Takeo was feeling good, an oncoming car attracted his attention. It was a black Mitsubishi with an Osaka license plate.
It was an unfamiliar Mitsubishi.
The Mitsubishi stopped at an intersection not far from the house. His wife came out of the car with a flirtatious expression and waved goodbye to the car.