"I was wrong. Don't hit me anymore. Don't hit me anymore."
Kameda's voice became softer and softer.
"Bam!"
Moribe Takeo threw Kameda on the ground. His eyes twitched and he kept the fruit knife.
Kameda lay on the ground like a dead pig. He whimpered and struggled to stand up.
"F * * k."
Takeo raised his leg and kicked Kameda's stomach. Just one kick was not enough. He sat on Kameda's stomach and punched Kameda's face with his fists.
"Tell me, who owns that Mitsubishi?"
"Mitsubishi … … What … … Mitsubishi … …"
"Osaka number 36-21 Mitsubishi."
"No … … I don't know … …"
Kameda did not know who the owner of the two Mitsubishi cars was.
Moribe Takeo frowned. The anger in his heart was burning.
What's worse than being cuckolded is not knowing who made you cuckolded. You don't even know how many cuckolded!
"I … … I won't do those things anymore." Kameda curled up his body. The stars in his eyes slowly disappeared. "I won't send you to deal with the wet poison … …"
Shoubu Takeo had completely freed himself. After Kameda finished speaking, he mercilessly kicked Kameda's head.
"Ah!"
The violent beating continued in the underground carpark.
"Isn't it good? It feels good when you ride on my wife."
Takeo stepped on Kameda's palm.
"No … … Not good … …"
"Send me to deal with the wet poison. Send me to deal with the wet poison."
Takeo kicked Kameda's face. Saliva and snot splattered all over the floor.
He had stopped. Otherwise, with the support of "spiritual force," Kameda would not be able to beat him even if he had ten lives.
"Woo woo … …" Kameda hugged his head and endured Takeo's beating.
"Get lost!"
"Get lost!"
Moribe Takeo lifted Kameda up and kicked his stomach again.
Takeo did not continue beating Kameda up. He shouted at Kameda to get lost.
Gui Tian rolled on the ground for a few rounds before getting up pathetically and ran towards his car.
"I'll scram, I'll scram …"
A flattering smile appeared on Kameda's face. He used all his strength to get into the car and locked the door from the inside.
Kameda saw Moribe Takeo's calm face through the side mirrors of the car. Takeo was staring at the car coldly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with energy.
Smile.
Moribe Takeo had a smile on his face that made Kameda feel uneasy.
"Damn it, damn it."
Kameda held onto the steering wheel and used a tissue to wipe his nosebleed before speeding out of the underground carpark.
Takeo's smile scared Kameda. Kameda's heart almost stopped beating.
Kameda ran out of the parking lot.
"I want you to die. I want you to live a life worse than death."
Kameda's face was contorted, and under his twisted face, he was thinking of all sorts of crazy ideas.
He had actually been beaten up by the Guard in a pathetic manner.
He was beaten up by that cowardly and useless piece of trash. He even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy like a dog.
He wanted to take revenge!
The moment Kameda grabbed onto the steering wheel, he forgot about the scene of him getting beaten up. He was mad because of what happened just now!
But Kameda did not dare to get out of the car and fight with Moribe Takeo, or even drive his car into him. But as long as Moribe Takeo was still in the company, he had thousands of ways to make Takeo's life worse than death. Detoxify him?
They directly kicked him to Hokkaido, cut his salary, and ruined his family!
Kameda did not mind taking care of his wife and daughter for him.
No. But this was not enough. He could accuse him of being an economic spy?
"Just you wait!" Kameda stepped on the accelerator, and the Subaru dashed out of the parking lot like a ferocious tiger.
Even if he wanted to take revenge, he had to leave this place first. Moribe Takeo had gone crazy. Who knew what he would do.
Kameda smashed the steering wheel. What has it got to do with you if I f * ck your wife?!
"Beep, beep!!"
The irritated car horn attracted the attention of the pedestrians and cars on both sides of the road. It was rare to see cars honking like this on the roads of the Island Nation.
Was the owner of this Subaru in some sort of emergency?
All the cars on the road made way for him, and the traffic was cleared.
After clearing the blockage, Kameda drove faster and faster. Only this kind of crazy speed can help him find himself in the middle of the road.
Gradually, there was not a single car in his sight. It was as if he was in a world without people. But the cautious Kameda did not notice this abnormal scene. He continued to step on the accelerator.
Kameda's car suddenly accelerated, and he drove into the distance. The whole car and him were almost flying because of the high speed!
"Boom!!!"
Crash!
A loud crash came from the street outside the office building. A Subaru that had lost control crashed into a construction site.
Sparks ignited the fuel tank, and a terrifying flame suddenly exploded, engulfing the car in an instant.
"Ah, ah, ah!!"
Kameda, who was sitting in the car, woke up from the hallucination. He looked at the flames around him in horror, and watched in horror as his body was slowly engulfed by the flames.
There was no such thing as an endless highway. He had clearly driven into a construction site.
The construction workers on the construction site were attracted by the crash, but when they saw the burning vehicle, they all hid in fear.
"The front of the car is broken, and the people inside can't survive."
"I saw someone waving, it's too scary."
"Save … …"
"Save what? Don't get yourself killed."
"It's going to explode!"
A few construction workers screamed and fell to the ground. A violent explosion sounded on the construction site.
[Lord Fox Immortal, I killed someone.]
Moribe Takeo did not turn back to look at the explosion. He was a little scared, a little happy, and a little relieved as he spoke to Lord Fox Immortal in his body.
He tried to suppress the excitement in his body, but he still could not help tapping the ground rhythmically with his toes.
… …
Mizuno naturally heard Moribe Takeo's thoughts. He had been observing Moribe Takeo's changes for the past few days.
"Don't push the honest man too hard."
Moribe Takeo's changes were within Mizuno's expectations. The more suppressed a person was, the stronger the resistance would be.
If it was not death in silence, then it would explode in silence.
Mai Sada, who was biting her pen, asked curiously: "What did you say?"
She was wearing a middle school girl's uniform, and her long hair was tied up behind her head. She looked very refreshing.
"Nothing."
"So secretive. You must be thinking of something bad again."
Mai Sada narrowed her eyes and muttered. She put her hands behind her back and tied up her long hair into a ponytail.
The temperature in Tokyo at the end of February was not hot, but the rental space was small and the room was stuffy. Moreover, it was a flat roof, so the stuffiness was even more serious. If it was summer, it would be like a steamer.
She pulled up her hair and revealed her smooth neck. When she stretched her arms behind her back, the bulge under her uniform was faintly visible through the fabric.
Mizuno glanced at it and his heart started to beat faster.
He touched his nose and supported his legs to stand up: "It's a bit hot. I'll go get two glasses of water."
Damn, why didn't I notice this little girl had a bit of a body before?
In his impression, other than her pretty face, there was nothing outstanding about her.
"Damn it …"
Mizuno was aroused by the indecent scene just now. He felt a bit hot and urgently needed to drink some water to cool down.
When Mizuno turned around, Mai Sada lowered her head. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her left hand repeatedly pressed the cap of the ballpoint pen.