After many years in Kaijiu group, you are still my friend.

Pervert Boss Online

What to do (///▽///) I like to watch other people bully the little wild cat~ I can’t wait to sail

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Zhiji was surrounded by a group of people, and they beat the wooden sticks in their hands eager to try.

"Hey! Who are you?! Hurry up and let go!" Someone in the circle yelled.

Shizuo still didn't move.

"Brother Sagara! If you waste more time, you won't have time to meet the boss over there! Get rid of him soon, right?"

The younger brother standing next to Sagara whispered a few words, and seeing that Sagara didn't respond, he took his own initiative and rushed towards Zhiji with a stick.

However, this man looked fierce on the surface, but in fact he couldn't even touch Zhiji's finger. He was not Zhiji's opponent at all. After a while, he was thrown to the ground and didn't stand up again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people behind rushed forward.

Facing everything in front of him, Sagara kept silent.

At this time, the two men in black clothes standing in the last row saw that the situation was not good, and knew that Zhiji was a difficult guy to deal with, so they were going to run back to report to the boss. "Brother Sagara! I'll inform the boss..."

"No need! Don't bother him with such trivial matters, do you think the boss is idle?!"

Sagara kicked away the man who was about to go back to report, grabbed the wooden stick in his hand and threw it sideways at Chiji's head.

Zhiji was facing away from him, there was a loud bang unsuspecting, he suddenly felt his head heat up, reached out his hand to touch his forehead, and found that his hand was stained with blood.

He turned around slowly, staring at Sagara with a puzzled, unbelievable gaze.

"Mutually……"

However, Sagara just dropped another heavy blow on his knee without expression.

Zhiji suddenly lost his balance, half kneeling on the ground, coupled with the head injury just now, the world began to spin in front of his eyes, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

Although his consciousness is still very clear, his body is very heavy, unable to move, and unable to make a sound.

"Remember not to mess with me when I'm upset next time!"

Sagara left a word, dropped the wooden stick, and hurried away with a group of people.

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After Zhiji woke up, the blood on his forehead had solidified.

He leaned on the wall and limped back, recalling what happened just now, feeling an inexplicable sense of anger and loss in his heart.

Sagara's cold eyes just now were the same as that betrayal back then, Chiji couldn't believe that they were repeating the same mistakes.

"why……"

He couldn't understand what it was for this time, why it always started with injury, and everything could be back on track.

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At night, there was the sound of a whip whipping from the deepest room of the red door.

The crisp and loud sound reached the ears of the people outside the door, and when they heard the sound, they all dodged in fright.

The field was cleared in an instant.

Two men in black clothes grabbed Sagara's hands and pressed him to his knees on the ground, with his head on the ground and his arms clasped firmly behind him.

A tall, middle-aged man in a striped bathrobe and a pair of gentle glasses walked leisurely down from the round bed in the room, while smoking a cigar, he waved his whip and slapped the ground.

He walked up to Sagara, squatted down halfway, and blew a smoke ring on Sagara's face.

"My baby Sagara~ I remember that you never let me down! Why are you late for such a big business today?"

The man's tone was brisk, as if he was talking about something worthy of joy and celebration.

"Sorry……"

Before he could finish speaking, the whip fell viciously on his back with a "snap".

The person carrying the whip covered his mouth in surprise: "Ah! I'm sorry, did I hit too hard? Does it hurt?"

The corner of Sagara's mouth twitched, and he clenched his fist.

The man smiled and beat Sagara's body time and time again, the wounds that hadn't fully healed before began to become bloody again.

Sagara bit his lip, but he was already numb and felt no pain.

The younger brother who was standing at the side couldn't stand it any longer. He came to the middle-aged man and said, "Boss... Brother Sagara will die if you beat me any more, and today there is a..."

"Boss! I'm sorry! I promise this will not happen again next time!!"

Sagara interrupted him, raised his head and shouted loudly.

The man called Boss walked back in front of Sagara, put down his whip, and sat opposite Sagara.

He stretched out a finger across his bleeding lips, then put it into his own mouth and licked it, showing a satisfied smile.

"Hahahaha! As for me, my biggest hobby is to tame those little wild cats who don't like to be tamed. I like you just like you are now! Take it out, if there is another time, you know the consequences, right?"

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the two men in black clothes behind him let go of Sagara's trapped hands.

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After leaving the room, Sagara dragged his bruised body to the street, found a bench and sat down, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

The sound of traffic in his ears made him unable to calm down.

At this moment, he just wanted to find a place where no one was around and have a good sleep.

And the first place he thought of was Zhiji's house.

But now I can no longer go.

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