Kitaki Miyashita was so upset about this guy. Is this guy crazy? Or do he think that he can be fearless as a member of the gang? Grandma, I said we are an ugly ghost?
He reached out and slapped the guy. Miyashita Kita turned his head and looked around. He saw a kettle next to the bar. He walked over and picked it up quickly.
Unfortunately, the pot was very light and there was no water inside. I threw it aside and turned around and went to the back kitchen.
A strong aroma of mixing filling was scattered in the kitchen, which was very attractive. On the stove, perhaps because the incident happened suddenly, the liquefied gas was still on, and there was a oil pan on the stove with some light boiling oil inside, and black smoke was coming out now.
Miyashita Kita walked over quickly, turned off the liquefied gas stove first, took a look at the two plates of Shengjian placed next to him, and reached out to pinch one. He felt that the temperature was just right, so he took a bite.
Well, the taste is good, it's really the stuffed with Shacha beef he just asked for
Nodded with satisfaction, Miyashita Kita held most of the remaining Shengjian in his mouth, looked around, took a long-handled stainless steel scoop from the hanger, scooped a scoop of oil from the boiling oil pan, picked up a plate of Shengjian with the other hand, turned around and walked out of the back kitchen
In the lobby, a few young men who had just been knocked to the ground had already stood up, but the bodyguards were watching and did not dare to come forward.
The owner and his family have already stood up and are huddling in the corner.
The young woman also stood up, supported by a waiter with a bruised nose and a swollen face, standing against the wall.
Seeing Miyashita Kita walked out of the kitchen, everyone's eyes met up on him, and he didn't know what he wanted to do
Miyashita Kita walked quickly to the table just now, handed the plate with the fried rice to Liang Jiaxun, and said with a smile: Try it, it tastes really good
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the guy who was pressed on the table, and said to the two bodyguards who held him down: Press him, since this guy values his appearance so much, I will give him a clean face.
Seeing the two bodyguards exerting force on their hands and pressing the guy tightly, Miyashita Kita lifted up the scoop full of boiling oil in his hand, aiming at the other person's face, and flipping his wrist, most of the boiling oil of the scoop was poured on the other person's face.
With a sound of this, a smell of fried meat quickly spread in the air. The guy who was poured with oil on his face just shouted: Fuck..., before he finished speaking, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and then he started to scream like a pig.
He struggled desperately on the table. The two bodyguards could no longer hold him back. He broke away and fell to the ground. Then he curled up his legs and rolled over on the ground. The shrill scream made people feel creepy when they heard it.
This cruel scene stunned everyone in the store, including those who came to make trouble, all shivered and did not dare to say a word.
The scoop in his hand was thrown aside. Miyashita Kita turned around and sat next to another table. He reached out to take the plate from Liang Jiaxun's hand. He didn't use chopsticks, but he held it with his hands and fryed the whole plate one by one.
He was eating like a person here, and Liang Jiaxun didn't dare to relax. He quickly walked to the bar and dialed two numbers on the phone in the store.
The guy on the ground wailed for five or six minutes, and gradually disappeared. I don't know if he was dead or fainted.
Almost at the same time the wailing stopped, noisy footsteps sounded outside the store. After a while, a group of policemen carrying sticks rushed into the store.
Among this group of policemen, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with thin cheeks and short hair, black and white.
After entering the store, he looked around first, and when he glanced over the Miyagi Kita who was still eating the fried rice, his eyes flashed slightly in his swollen eyes. Then he turned around and whispered to a police officer following behind.
The police officer did not speak, but walked straight to the guy whose entire face was fried, squatted down and looked at his injuries, then frowned tightly, glanced at Miyashigata, then turned around and walked back to the middle-aged man, and argued with him in a low voice.
The middle-aged man seemed a little angry. He scolded the police officer with a serious expression, and then ignored him, but walked straight towards the north of the palace.
Mr. Akamoto, I am Shimakawa Ashi from the Department of Forced Crime 2 of the Metropolitan Police Search and Search. When I walked to the north of the Miyako, the middle-aged man bowed to him at 90 degrees. A smile appeared on his serious face and said, I am very sorry, I have disturbed you.
Half of the Shengjian in Miyashita Kitani had just eaten the Shengjian. He ignored the middle-aged man and did not even look up. Instead, he continued to finish the Shengjian by himself. Then he glanced at Shimakawa Wa and said: The guy who came to collect protection fees on the ground seemed to be burned. If he didn't ask an ambulance to take him to the hospital, would it really be okay?
Hi, I understand. Shimakawa Ai responded and turned his head to look at the police officer who was looking here. The other party obviously understood his meaning. He sighed helplessly and began to instruct the police to contact the ambulance.
In addition, the people present were escorted out, but as for Miyashita Kita and his bodyguards, no one came to pay attention to it.
Also, I just saw it very clearly that this guy was... Miyashita Kita's eyes turned and fell on Liang Jiaxun's face. The latter understood what he meant and shone his eyes at a burly bodyguard not far away.
I accidentally hurt him, the bodyguard stood up and said, I am willing to take all the responsibility
Now is not the time to talk about responsibility. The key is to rescue the injured first. Miyashita Nishima continued expressionlessly, all medical expenses of the injured are counted as mine, and any compensation is required. If Mr. Shimakawa has any problems, you can contact my lawyer at any time and give Mr. Shimakawa a business card.
Liang Jiaxun nodded, took out the business card holder from his pocket, took a business card and handed it to Shimakawa Ari. The latter took the business card with both hands, but did not dare to look at it, and put it directly into his pocket.
The sausage here is really good. Mr. Shimakawa can try it. Miyagi Kita picked up the last sausage and ate it in a few bites. Then he stood up, took the hand towel handed by Liang Jiaxun and wiped his hands, and said, "Well, I just don't know if I won't have the chance to eat it in the future. If I can't eat it, it's a pity."
After saying that, he reached out to pat Shimakawa Ai's shoulder and smiled and said: Let's do it, wait until you have time to have tea together.
I didn't pay attention to the matter in the store anymore, nor did I plan to follow the police to record any confessions. Miyashita Kita took Liang Jiaxun and his group of people to leave the store directly
Seeing him leaving by a group of bodyguards, the police officer finally couldn't help it. He angrily kicked a chair beside him and asked at Akira Shimakawa: Shimakawa Police Department, who is this guy? How could he let them go like this? The scalded guy probably won't survive. The murderer must be among them!
Shut up!
Shimakawa Aki glared at him fiercely, then hesitated for a moment, then slowed down and said, "Don't bother who he is, in short, someone has come forward to take responsibility for this matter. Without tangible evidence, what power do you have to take them away?"
Then you can't just let them go like this! The police officer retorted in annoyance.
Hold this for you!
Shimakawa Aki was also annoyed. He reached into his pocket, took out the business card he had just taken from Liang Jiaxun, and stuffed it directly into the police officer's hand, saying, "Don't you want to pursue it, go find him by yourself, but I still have an obligation to tell you that if you can't come up with tangible evidence, it's best not to cause trouble for yourself, otherwise, those damn lawyers can strip your uniform off!
Witnesses are everywhere here! The police officer took the business card directly and said disapprovingly
Hey, Shimakawa Aki sneered, glanced at the other party with contempt, and said, "You should confirm first whether these guys are qualified to be witnesses!"
He really doesn't want to pay attention to this guy who is like a wood. Not only is he low in emotional intelligence, but he is also unaware of the current situation. He really has no future.
Shimakawa Ai actually didn't know who Miyashita Kita was, but he knew what the person who called him before did, and remembered what the other party said, so, let alone Mr. Akamoto tonight, there was no evidence of killing directly. Even if it was left behind, he had to find a way to wipe it out.
After exiting the Shengjian Shop, Miyashita Kita did not get on the bus directly. He suddenly had the interest in taking a walk and walked along the sidewalk on the road toward Sumida River's residence.
He had no idea what happened tonight. It was just a random accident.
In fact, the Fuqing Gang has existed in Japan, especially in Tokyo, for a long time. However, in the past two years, they have developed particularly fast, mainly because these guys are cruel enough and have no bottom line principles.
In addition, the main target of these guys is to live in Japan, especially Chinese people who have not been in Japan for a long time. There is a flaw in their actions in principle, that is, they are unwilling to call the police or sue at any time. If they can tolerate everything, they will endure it. If they really can't stand it, they will think of seeking the help of the police.
This makes the development of the Fuqing Gang relatively hidden and has never been taken seriously by the police.
Of course, for this phenomenon of Chinese bullying China's own people, the Kita Kinabalu will not rise to the issue of bad ethnicity. In fact, in his opinion, this national problem has nothing to do with it, it is purely the way for gangsters to survive.
When Chinese gangs arrive in Japan and the United States, they will only bully Chinese people. Japanese gangs, Vietnamese gangs, Russian gangs, and even American gangs, will they bully their own people when they go to other countries?
Isn’t it a pity to bully locals openly?
He reached out and slapped the guy. Miyashita Kita turned his head and looked around. He saw a kettle next to the bar. He walked over and picked it up quickly.
Unfortunately, the pot was very light and there was no water inside. I threw it aside and turned around and went to the back kitchen.
A strong aroma of mixing filling was scattered in the kitchen, which was very attractive. On the stove, perhaps because the incident happened suddenly, the liquefied gas was still on, and there was a oil pan on the stove with some light boiling oil inside, and black smoke was coming out now.
Miyashita Kita walked over quickly, turned off the liquefied gas stove first, took a look at the two plates of Shengjian placed next to him, and reached out to pinch one. He felt that the temperature was just right, so he took a bite.
Well, the taste is good, it's really the stuffed with Shacha beef he just asked for
Nodded with satisfaction, Miyashita Kita held most of the remaining Shengjian in his mouth, looked around, took a long-handled stainless steel scoop from the hanger, scooped a scoop of oil from the boiling oil pan, picked up a plate of Shengjian with the other hand, turned around and walked out of the back kitchen
In the lobby, a few young men who had just been knocked to the ground had already stood up, but the bodyguards were watching and did not dare to come forward.
The owner and his family have already stood up and are huddling in the corner.
The young woman also stood up, supported by a waiter with a bruised nose and a swollen face, standing against the wall.
Seeing Miyashita Kita walked out of the kitchen, everyone's eyes met up on him, and he didn't know what he wanted to do
Miyashita Kita walked quickly to the table just now, handed the plate with the fried rice to Liang Jiaxun, and said with a smile: Try it, it tastes really good
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the guy who was pressed on the table, and said to the two bodyguards who held him down: Press him, since this guy values his appearance so much, I will give him a clean face.
Seeing the two bodyguards exerting force on their hands and pressing the guy tightly, Miyashita Kita lifted up the scoop full of boiling oil in his hand, aiming at the other person's face, and flipping his wrist, most of the boiling oil of the scoop was poured on the other person's face.
With a sound of this, a smell of fried meat quickly spread in the air. The guy who was poured with oil on his face just shouted: Fuck..., before he finished speaking, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and then he started to scream like a pig.
He struggled desperately on the table. The two bodyguards could no longer hold him back. He broke away and fell to the ground. Then he curled up his legs and rolled over on the ground. The shrill scream made people feel creepy when they heard it.
This cruel scene stunned everyone in the store, including those who came to make trouble, all shivered and did not dare to say a word.
The scoop in his hand was thrown aside. Miyashita Kita turned around and sat next to another table. He reached out to take the plate from Liang Jiaxun's hand. He didn't use chopsticks, but he held it with his hands and fryed the whole plate one by one.
He was eating like a person here, and Liang Jiaxun didn't dare to relax. He quickly walked to the bar and dialed two numbers on the phone in the store.
The guy on the ground wailed for five or six minutes, and gradually disappeared. I don't know if he was dead or fainted.
Almost at the same time the wailing stopped, noisy footsteps sounded outside the store. After a while, a group of policemen carrying sticks rushed into the store.
Among this group of policemen, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with thin cheeks and short hair, black and white.
After entering the store, he looked around first, and when he glanced over the Miyagi Kita who was still eating the fried rice, his eyes flashed slightly in his swollen eyes. Then he turned around and whispered to a police officer following behind.
The police officer did not speak, but walked straight to the guy whose entire face was fried, squatted down and looked at his injuries, then frowned tightly, glanced at Miyashigata, then turned around and walked back to the middle-aged man, and argued with him in a low voice.
The middle-aged man seemed a little angry. He scolded the police officer with a serious expression, and then ignored him, but walked straight towards the north of the palace.
Mr. Akamoto, I am Shimakawa Ashi from the Department of Forced Crime 2 of the Metropolitan Police Search and Search. When I walked to the north of the Miyako, the middle-aged man bowed to him at 90 degrees. A smile appeared on his serious face and said, I am very sorry, I have disturbed you.
Half of the Shengjian in Miyashita Kitani had just eaten the Shengjian. He ignored the middle-aged man and did not even look up. Instead, he continued to finish the Shengjian by himself. Then he glanced at Shimakawa Wa and said: The guy who came to collect protection fees on the ground seemed to be burned. If he didn't ask an ambulance to take him to the hospital, would it really be okay?
Hi, I understand. Shimakawa Ai responded and turned his head to look at the police officer who was looking here. The other party obviously understood his meaning. He sighed helplessly and began to instruct the police to contact the ambulance.
In addition, the people present were escorted out, but as for Miyashita Kita and his bodyguards, no one came to pay attention to it.
Also, I just saw it very clearly that this guy was... Miyashita Kita's eyes turned and fell on Liang Jiaxun's face. The latter understood what he meant and shone his eyes at a burly bodyguard not far away.
I accidentally hurt him, the bodyguard stood up and said, I am willing to take all the responsibility
Now is not the time to talk about responsibility. The key is to rescue the injured first. Miyashita Nishima continued expressionlessly, all medical expenses of the injured are counted as mine, and any compensation is required. If Mr. Shimakawa has any problems, you can contact my lawyer at any time and give Mr. Shimakawa a business card.
Liang Jiaxun nodded, took out the business card holder from his pocket, took a business card and handed it to Shimakawa Ari. The latter took the business card with both hands, but did not dare to look at it, and put it directly into his pocket.
The sausage here is really good. Mr. Shimakawa can try it. Miyagi Kita picked up the last sausage and ate it in a few bites. Then he stood up, took the hand towel handed by Liang Jiaxun and wiped his hands, and said, "Well, I just don't know if I won't have the chance to eat it in the future. If I can't eat it, it's a pity."
After saying that, he reached out to pat Shimakawa Ai's shoulder and smiled and said: Let's do it, wait until you have time to have tea together.
I didn't pay attention to the matter in the store anymore, nor did I plan to follow the police to record any confessions. Miyashita Kita took Liang Jiaxun and his group of people to leave the store directly
Seeing him leaving by a group of bodyguards, the police officer finally couldn't help it. He angrily kicked a chair beside him and asked at Akira Shimakawa: Shimakawa Police Department, who is this guy? How could he let them go like this? The scalded guy probably won't survive. The murderer must be among them!
Shut up!
Shimakawa Aki glared at him fiercely, then hesitated for a moment, then slowed down and said, "Don't bother who he is, in short, someone has come forward to take responsibility for this matter. Without tangible evidence, what power do you have to take them away?"
Then you can't just let them go like this! The police officer retorted in annoyance.
Hold this for you!
Shimakawa Aki was also annoyed. He reached into his pocket, took out the business card he had just taken from Liang Jiaxun, and stuffed it directly into the police officer's hand, saying, "Don't you want to pursue it, go find him by yourself, but I still have an obligation to tell you that if you can't come up with tangible evidence, it's best not to cause trouble for yourself, otherwise, those damn lawyers can strip your uniform off!
Witnesses are everywhere here! The police officer took the business card directly and said disapprovingly
Hey, Shimakawa Aki sneered, glanced at the other party with contempt, and said, "You should confirm first whether these guys are qualified to be witnesses!"
He really doesn't want to pay attention to this guy who is like a wood. Not only is he low in emotional intelligence, but he is also unaware of the current situation. He really has no future.
Shimakawa Ai actually didn't know who Miyashita Kita was, but he knew what the person who called him before did, and remembered what the other party said, so, let alone Mr. Akamoto tonight, there was no evidence of killing directly. Even if it was left behind, he had to find a way to wipe it out.
After exiting the Shengjian Shop, Miyashita Kita did not get on the bus directly. He suddenly had the interest in taking a walk and walked along the sidewalk on the road toward Sumida River's residence.
He had no idea what happened tonight. It was just a random accident.
In fact, the Fuqing Gang has existed in Japan, especially in Tokyo, for a long time. However, in the past two years, they have developed particularly fast, mainly because these guys are cruel enough and have no bottom line principles.
In addition, the main target of these guys is to live in Japan, especially Chinese people who have not been in Japan for a long time. There is a flaw in their actions in principle, that is, they are unwilling to call the police or sue at any time. If they can tolerate everything, they will endure it. If they really can't stand it, they will think of seeking the help of the police.
This makes the development of the Fuqing Gang relatively hidden and has never been taken seriously by the police.
Of course, for this phenomenon of Chinese bullying China's own people, the Kita Kinabalu will not rise to the issue of bad ethnicity. In fact, in his opinion, this national problem has nothing to do with it, it is purely the way for gangsters to survive.
When Chinese gangs arrive in Japan and the United States, they will only bully Chinese people. Japanese gangs, Vietnamese gangs, Russian gangs, and even American gangs, will they bully their own people when they go to other countries?
Isn’t it a pity to bully locals openly?
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