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

In the blink of an eye, nearly forty men wearing the same uniform and holding weapons surrounded Rei Furuya's car.

In the car, the bartender stared at the people surrounding him and asked solemnly, "Sir, the situation is not good. Where is your bodyguard?"

From Lord Nob Creek's attitude, it was clear that the gentleman was not an ordinary person, otherwise Lord Nob Creek would not respect him so much.

When such a big shot travels, especially when he has eye problems, he must have bodyguards, right?

The bartender held two guns in his hands and looked at Furuya Rei with anticipation.

Fūya Rei calmly closed his computer and put it aside, then replied casually, "Aren't you?"

The bartender's smile froze on his face.

Furuya Rei gripped his cane and gazed outside the car, his lips curved in amusement as he perfunctorily praised, "You're young, yet you're already in charge of the security of one of our organization's bases. I'm sure you're quite capable. With you around, there's nothing to fear."

The bartender's heart skipped a beat and the corners of his eyes twitched.

broken!

His excellence caused Amuro-dono to misunderstand him and think that he was a good fighter.

The bartender glanced at the calm and composed gentleman with a gloomy look and said, "It's all my fault that I led the gentleman astray. He became so arrogant that he didn't even bring bodyguards with him when he went out, thinking that he could solve everything like Superman."

Of course, he could fight, but he couldn't face forty strong men with guns.

——I really deserve to die.

The bartender almost slapped himself in the face, but after looking at the enemy who was pointed at with two guns, he gave up the idea.

His lips trembled as he said, “Sir, I’ll find a chance to let Sherry take you away later, and I’ll drag them.”

"Get out of the car!" someone outside shouted at the car window.

The bartender's face turned cold, but he quickly recovered.

The tire was blown and there was no way to escape, so we could only talk first. If we couldn't reach an agreement -

Then try to delay time and protect Amurodono's safe departure.

He opened the car door and walked out. Furuya Rei closed his eyes, held the blind stick and quietly squeezed Miyano Shiho's hand. Miyano Shiho came to her senses, reached out to support him, and got out of the car pretending to be calm.

Tapping his cane in front of him to make sure there were no obstacles, Furuya Rei took each step slowly and uncertainly. This was the attitude a truly blind person should display.

Watching his superb acting skills, Miyano Shiho's nervousness strangely dissipated.

Brother Che is still in the mood to act...

It means they can't get rid of it.

After the three got out of the car, the bartender, amidst the many gunpoints, clenched his guns and asked in a cold voice, "Which organization are you from? What do you want to do?"

The leading man didn't say anything. Instead, he opened his phone, glanced at it, and asked, "Is that blind man over there called Amuro Toru?"

A flash of anger passed across Miyano Shiho's face, and she held her brother's arm tightly without saying a word.

The bartender said nothing, his eyes fixed on Rei Furuya, waiting for his decision.

Fūya Ling looked blankly in the direction of the person who asked the question, his unfocused eyes blank and aimless, like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, so pitiful.

His tightly closed eyes curved slightly, like a crescent moon, and he asked politely, "My name is Amuro Toru, sir. May I ask what I can do for you?"

The man glanced hesitantly at the message on his phone and extracted the key words: clever and cunning, ruthless and cold-blooded.

Then I looked up at the person in front of me, weak, pitiful, and polite...

This is a completely inappropriate adjective.

Is it really describing the same person?

But this matter has nothing to do with him.

Since the goal has been determined, it doesn’t matter if the personalities don’t match.

He put away his phone and said expressionlessly, "Hand over the smuggling information from the Kawaguchi Group."

The blond young man still looked gentle and fragile. When he smiled, it was like a gentle breeze blowing on my face. "The Kawaguchi Group you mentioned sounds like a Yakuza force."

"Don't play dumb. We've confirmed that you have information about the Kawaguchi Group." The man took out a dagger and played with it in his hand, threatening, "If you're not afraid of death, think about the little sister next to you."

"Sir, don't scare my sister." Fūya Rei's voice was as calm and gentle as ever, like a dragonfly skimming the water, creating ripples silently.

He gently moved his body to block the girl and said to the man in a gentle voice, "I thought we could negotiate amicably."

He pulled Miyano Shiho back two steps and leaned against the car door, then turned around and took out two submachine guns from the back seat.

He threw one to Miyano Shiho, loaded the gun, and said in a low, restrained, and polite voice: "Shiho, brother will teach you how to greet strangers."

"First, a polite salute." He raised his gun and pulled the trigger decisively, shooting the man in the shoulder when his face changed drastically and he tried to dodge.

Miyano Shiho held the gun with a confused look on her face: Ah?

The gunshot was like an order, leaving no room for negotiation between the two sides.

The injured man covered his wound and hid behind the crowd, shouting with a grim expression: "Go, kill everyone except that blind man!"

At close range, the other party did not dare to shoot at will. After all, the target was next to the car. It would be bad if the bullet bounced back and hurt one of their own people.

Fūya Rei fired with his submachine gun, hitting five people in an instant, but the others had already rushed to his side.

He casually threw away his submachine gun, rubbed his blind stick carelessly with his fingers, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips. The invisible pressure was enough to suffocate everyone else present.

When the other party extended his hand, Furuya Rei raised his hand and knocked the other party's arm hard with his blind stick. He smiled and turned his head to give Miyano Shian a soothing smile: "Secondly, we must patiently persuade them to maintain social distance."

As he spoke, he thrust his blind stick behind him, and the tip of the stick pressed against the throat of the person rushing towards him.

The man was so frightened that he dared not move.

Fūya Rei turned around and kicked the man away. Like a bowling ball, he knocked down the people behind him one by one with his momentum. Then he started fighting with the people who rushed towards him.

His fighting style was always violent and decisive, and every move he made was a feast for the eyes. Every movement was graceful and perfect, like dancing tango at a gorgeous and bloody banquet.

He wiped the blood splattering from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth raised even higher.

The bartender held a gun in one hand and a baseball bat snatched from the enemy in the other, and rushed into the crowd to fight the enemy to the death.

Although Furuya Rei is extremely fast, he always stays by Miyano Shiho's side. The cane in his hand is as easy to use as a sharpened rapier, always stabbing the enemy's weaknesses at tricky angles.

He was very fast and people would fall down as he moved around.

The blind stick pierced the man in front of him. Fūya Rei seemed to feel something. He exerted force with his arm and shook his wrist slightly. The blind stick turned into an arrow, which, wrapped in a storm that pierced the air, pierced the abdomen of the enemy who was rushing towards Shiho.

Miyano Shiho pursed her lips, her face pale, but she held the gun tightly in her hand.

Under her brother's impenetrable protection, she didn't have to worry about anyone crossing the line of defense and hurting her.