What should I do if I look too fierce?

I! Naohui Furuya! A man determined to become the strongest Yakuza!

His name, Furuwu Shanghui, once slashed his way from the Wangzai convenience store in Shangcheng District to the Dorayaki shop in Xiacheng District with a watermelon knife. He was known as Brother Xiaohui in the world. However, since the last time he met a bald man with a ferocious face, His title became 'Brother Yi Bo Yuntian Xiao Hui'.

Every time he thought about this, his gums felt itchy.

He never expected that he would develop a habit by frequently kneeling before the president. Whenever he saw a similar temperament and felt the terrifying pressure, he would kneel down involuntarily.

Since that day, in order to strengthen his fragile knees and leg bends, he carried his little brother on his back and insisted on doing a hundred squats, half an hour of horse steps, and a hundred check jumps every day, day after day, without a day off. Pass.

Finally, he felt that he had become stronger.

The evidence of getting stronger is

Furuya Naohui touched his somewhat cold head, and there was only a thin layer of hard stubble on it.

He started losing his hair.

It doesn't matter, that bald head may have become so scary because of his shaved head.

Furuya Naohui comforted himself in this way, practicing diligently every day, with only one purpose - when he encounters that bald head again, he must earn back the lost face!

However, although he still wandered around occasionally, he never came across that bald head. I heard from my little brother that this guy went to fight in a professional boxing match. Naohui Furuya wasn't interested in that stuff, and he didn't want to see that kid steal the show, so he didn't watch it.

That kid has skyrocketed to become a celebrity in Chiba, but what about him?

He is not a Yakuza who is responsible for collecting protection money from his boss.

Damn it!

Every time Furuya Naohui thinks about this, he feels even more unhappy, especially every time he comes to collect Nitta Masuko's protection money, it makes him extremely unhappy.

Why are you dazed? Don't want to be friends? He strode forward with a grin, and in front of his face was a strange young man wearing a hat and a mask.

Really, it’s really hard to understand how young people are dressing up these days.

He stretched out his big hand and wanted to push him away, but he didn't expect that the tightly covered young man reacted quickly and took a step aside to avoid it.

Naohui Furuya glared at the man threateningly, turned his head and looked at Mitsuko Nitta: I'm asking you, protection money.

Aokiji hesitated whether he should speak now. Although he had a leg injury and his condition was not very good, it would not be a big problem to defeat them in one minute as long as he turned on the gods.

It’s just that when the fight is over, you have to run away quickly.

This guy knelt down inexplicably last time. He must have hated himself in his heart!

Aokiji made up his mind and prepared to take off his mask.

But Mitsuko Nitta smiled apologetically and took out the envelope: This is for this month.

Eh? Aokiji called out in confusion, prompting Mitsuko Nitta to quickly explain: This is normal, the amount you should pay. You pay it once a month, everyone is like this, it's nothing, it's different from last time.

The veins on Furuya Naohui's forehead jumped last time. The last time he secretly came to make extra money, he ended up becoming famous for kneeling because of that bald boy. When the boss heard about this, he knew why he came to the market. Seven or eighty-eight, he knelt in the office for five full hours to reflect.

It made him afraid to cause trouble again.

But this time, he was here to collect money on behalf of the organization. This boy dared to hit the head of the gun. He immediately said angrily: You brat, stop meddling in your own business! Why are you pretending to be bad while wearing a mask, little brat?

His curses exposed the veins on Aokiji's forehead.

Little, little cub?

Aokiji took off his hat expressionlessly, lowered his mask, and revealed his face: Uncle, it's not good to curse people casually.

The moment Aokiji took off his hat, Furuya Naohui's pupils began to shake violently. This, these eyebrows

It's the bald one!

He gritted his teeth suddenly and tensed his legs crazily: This time, this time I must not kneel!

But the moment he saw Aokiji pulled down his mask, revealing that somewhat cold face.

Plop.

Naohui Furuya looked at him with a dull expression as his knees were in close contact with the ground. His body was in a very natural posture, and his head was a mess.

This, this guy.

Why does he look more fierce than before? ?

Hey, boss, what are you doing! The younger brother behind him looked at Furuya Naohui with a blank expression. But when they raised their heads and saw Aokiji's face, they suddenly felt that their legs were a little weak. .

Furuya Naohui looked ashen: What do you think I am doing?

Kneel down! Furuya Naohui shouted.

The sudden order made the Yakuzas, whose legs were already a little weak, soften their knees and knelt down.

Naohui Furuya took a deep breath and said loudly with a solemn and solemn expression: My benefactor! I finally see you again!

ha?

Aokiji looked at him dumbfounded.

Furuya Naohui's lips were moving, but he was already cursing crazily in his heart: Why! I've worked so hard! Why can't I control my damn knees?

I've obviously become bald!

ah!

It's all the fault of that barber with the long hair.

Naohui Furuya thought of the nasty barber from before. He obviously just wanted to cut his hair shorter, but the barber actually gave him a bald head! Bald!

Damn it, as expected, I should have beaten that barber right then!

I'm bald and I've suffered a lot, why, why do I still have to kneel down!

He was shouting crazily in his heart, but at this time, Furuya Naohui could only show a bleak smile: You all know that this is my benefactor, right?

The younger brother behind him nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

That's good, that's good. Naohui Furuya smiled miserably, stood up with his knees in his hands, and looked at Aokiji, whose mouth was slightly twitching: Forget it. Anyway, I, the team leader, rely on kneeling for the president. of

Just treat it as a proficient business.

Standing up, he looked at his younger brother behind him expressionlessly: Let's collect the protection money tomorrow.

The younger brothers nodded repeatedly: Okay, big brother.

I met my benefactor today and thanked him again. I feel much better. I hope you have a bright future. I'll leave first and say goodbye. Furuya Naohui turned around and left without giving Aokiji a chance to speak.

His younger brother's eyes were filled with fear, and he secretly glanced at Aokiji a few times strangely, but he followed Furuya Naiki and turned around without saying a word.

Aokiji touched his face expressionlessly.

Wearing the mask and hat again.

Looking up, the clouds in the sky were still drifting slowly.

I am Aokiji.

Finally, he became a man who could be domineering just by looking at his face.

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PS: Damn it, I had insomnia once and my biological clock exploded again. I am desperate.