Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes felt sore and he hurriedly supported his friend's body. He accidentally rubbed his friend's long sleeves and found that his arms were covered with bruises.

His expression couldn't help but become serious, with shock and anger in his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, his friend was dragged away by a huge force and landed next to a burly man wearing sunglasses and looking extremely ferocious.

This man exudes a cruel and bloody aura, and it is obvious that he is not someone to be trifled with. He is most likely a member of the Yakuza.

A trace of worry flashed in Hagiwara Kenji's eyes, and he was very worried about his friend's situation.

Xiao Jianggu, what are you...

Vodka gave Hagiwara Kenji a warning look, then lowered his head and asked the detective he was supporting, "How are you?"

Furuya Ling pushed him away, took a quick breath, and said in a trembling voice, "None of your business. Leave here immediately."

He caught a glimpse of Hagiwara's clenched fists and the worry deep in his eyes from the corner of his eye, and felt a little guilty.

Sorry, Hagiwara, I'll just do a last-minute performance.

You will definitely send a message to Hiro, right?

It's up to you to spread rumors!

I must trick Hiro into banging my head against the wall for me, instead of using my chest to collide with the bullet to see which is stronger!

Staring at the police officer who was still shining in front of him, the emotions in Fūya Rei's heart were churning, so strong that it almost tasted like hatred.

Why!

Why should they die!

He closed his eyes, his face becoming even more bleak.

So, in order to save me, you must also work hard to survive.

Stay calm. Hagiwara is a very perceptive guy. Don't let him see through your flaws.

Fūya Rei lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes. Combined with the haggard look from not sleeping for a day and a night, he looked very tired and weak.

Kenji Hagiwara looked at his friend with heartache, and felt that his friend seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his whole body exuded a dead, empty, confused and lonely air.

He struggled to control his fist from hitting the man in black, leaned against the shelf beside him and pretended to be indifferent, his semi-long hair hiding the coldness and anger in his eyes.

At the cashier counter at the door, Jōgō Rei ignored Vodka.

After being at a loss for a moment, Vodka thought of a way to deal with the detective's stubbornness.

He said solemnly: "My eldest brother asked me to take you back."

Fūya Rei's face was expressionless, but his purple-gray eyes flashed with undisguised murderous intent. He pleaded sincerely, "Please let him die."

Vodka shuddered, handed the phone to the detective, and said honestly, "It's Big Brother's call."

Kenji Hagiwara could clearly see his friend's fingers curled up subconsciously, and he was full of resistance, but he had to force himself to answer the phone.

He seemed to be very afraid of that person. His hands were shaking when he answered the phone, and he accidentally pressed the speaker button.

"What's the matter?" Fūya Ling asked calmly.

Gin's unexpected call added a bit of soul to the situation.

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "You've been relaxing for long enough. Choose between the apartment and the solitary confinement cell."

Merciless and filled with wanton murderous intent, heaving upon his face the moment he opened his mouth. The bloody cruelty, peculiar to the otherworld, made Hagiwara Kenji's heart tighten and sink.

Fūya Rei praised Gin for being reliable in his heart and hurriedly turned off the speaker.

He smiled brightly, and when he replied, his voice was deliberately tinged with cheerfulness and willfulness: "I'll be back to the house soon. Don't stare at me like a pervert all the time. It's really annoying."

Kenji Hagiwara's expression became even uglier. Kofuku's smile at this moment was incompatible with his gloomy temperament, as if a cluster of pure and beautiful camellia flowers had bloomed in a dead and rotten forest, which was both incongruous and absurd.

A word came to his mind: shaping.

It looks just like something carefully sketched by a painter on a scroll, or like something meticulously carved by a puppeteer on a puppet.

If what he thought was true, then what Xiao Jiangu encountered would probably be even more terrifying.

He stared straight at his friend, as if to pierce through his thin clothes and carefully check if there were any other scars on his body. However, he did not realize that when he glanced at the vodka, the sharp coldness hidden deep in his eyes.

The phone was hung up immediately. Vodka looked at Bourbon in awe. Only he dared to provoke and tease his big brother like this.

Detective, brave.

However, Kenji Hagiwara noticed that his friend's hands were turning pale from holding the phone so tightly.

Although he still stood there stubbornly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were tightly pursed, and between his eyebrows and eyes was a sense of exhaustion that emanated from his soul.

He didn't realize that his entire body was shaking violently, like a taut rope or a piece of porcelain covered in wrinkles...

It seemed as if it would break and shatter in the next moment.

In extreme fear, he was slowly collapsing visibly.

How could this be Xiao Xianggu? !

Kenji Hagiwara walked towards Furuya Rei somewhat out of control, wanting to protect his weak and embarrassed friend behind him, comfort him, and take him away from the source of fear.

Xiaojianggu shouldn't be like this.

His pair of purple-gray crystal-like eyes should be filled with youthful vitality and high spirits, and his smile should be full of sunshine, passionate and righteous.

He should stand in the sun to guard the faith in his heart, walk on the broad road paved with flowers, and become a hero in the applause and praise of others.

Instead of, instead of the numb pain on the verge of collapse, living in fear, despair and hopelessness...

"Let's go. Didn't you say you would take me back?"

Perhaps his friend noticed his movements, but he stood up straight and staggered out of the convenience store.

Although the words were very impolite, they clearly gave people a sense of bluffing.

Kenji Hagiwara knew that this was Kouguchi's way of refusing him to get close and not wanting him to interfere.

He stood there, bewildered, watching Xiao Xiangya leave. Carefully suppressing the sharpness and anger in his eyes, he approached the man who was selecting chocolates without leaving a trace.

Did they hurt Xiao Jiangu?

How could they hurt such a bright and shining soul!

No matter how angry he was, Hagiwara Kenji still had a smile on his face and said to the man jokingly, "Brother, you don't look like an ordinary person."

Vodka glanced at his uniform and said coldly, "Are you from the Metropolitan Police Department? Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

He took a bag of chocolates, paid the bill and left in a hurry.

When Hagiwara Kenji chased out, he only saw a black car speeding away.

He looked heavy and uneasy, standing there in silence for a long time until his cell phone rang.

"Hagi, what takes you so long to buy a pack of cigarettes? Don't be lazy!"

"Xiao Zhenping..."

Hagiwara Kenji cried out with trembling lips.

Across from him, Matsuda Jinpei, who was packing his things, had a blank expression on his face. He asked in a serious tone, "What happened? Where are you now?"

Hagi was in a bad mood, and he probably didn't even realize the sob and fear in his voice.

It must be no small matter to make Hagi lose control of his emotions like this.