Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 161 You want me to make a movie too?

Kitahara dislikes idle chatter.

Instead of nagging for ages and ending up in a falling out, it's better to just use violence to solve the problem directly.

Simple and crude.

Words are useless against such a rogue company that has been bullying others for years; only broken bones can make them repent.

So, he's going to flip the table.

"What should we do? Let's just not do it!"

The words fell.

The expression on Tomisawa Kaori's face changed drastically the moment she sat opposite her. A hand reached out, grabbed her neck, and then slammed her down hard!
"Snapped!"

The wooden table made a dull thud!

The face collided with the solid wood, and in that instant, the bones seemed to shatter, the sound making one's teeth ache!
"what--"

Tomizawa Kaori's face instantly contorted in embarrassment. The black tea that had just been served shattered, and the bright red liquid, along with the scalding hot tea, exploded and splashed all over her face!
"boom!"

"Wow!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out. Tomizawa Kaori was no longer human; she was being pressed onto the table, screaming in agony.

"I am going to kill you!"

"Get to work! All of you, get to work!"

Blood streamed down her face, making her look like a demon, and her voice was so shrill it was terrifying.

Kitahara held onto Tomizawa Kaori's hand without letting go, then slowly looked up at the two burly men standing to the side, a provocative look on his lips.

The two men exchanged a glance, startled by what they saw.

madman!

In this civilized society, how many normal people would act without hesitation?
They hesitated and dared not step forward.

With such a low salary, why risk your life fighting with someone like that!
"what!!!"

Tomizawa Kaori was still wailing, but Kitahara wasn't going to give her a chance to continue screaming.

The cold knife and fork were pressed against my eyes.

Just a few centimeters down, you can insert it and then crush it.

“If I were you, I would be more quick-witted,” Kitahara said coldly.

"I want to call the police!"

"You'll go to jail!"

Kaori Tomizawa trembled all over, shaking uncontrollably, after all, the knife was right in front of her.

"Then you should prepare early and remember to buy yourself a coffin." Kitahara swiftly swung his knife, then plunged it in hard.

Tomizawa Kaori watched as the silvery-white knife slid past her eyes, then with a 'thud,' it plunged deep into the wooden table, trembling until it subsided.

Do it all.

Kitahara sat back down, intending to take a sip of black tea, only to find that the teacup was shattered.

resignedly.

He had no choice but to take Kotakagi's coffee and sip it gently.

elegant.

Timeless.

But in the eyes of others, he is a refined scoundrel in a suit.

Beneath that kind and composed face, the devil whispers.

The girl, as delicate as a rabbit, watched everything with wide eyes, trembling and somewhat incredulous.

Is this still the same abstract boy from before?
Takagi was a little fearful and timid, but more than that, he was worried.

She saw a splash of bright red.

“I think we can have a good talk now,” Kitahara said calmly.

Having done all that, no one would disregard his words.

And all of this happened in just a few seconds.

From start to finish.

Every step was ridiculously fast, disrupting everyone's rhythm.

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Kaori Tomizawa, trembling, slowly got up and hastily grabbed a tissue to wipe her face.

Blood is flowing.

The liquid flowed down the tissue, staining large areas red, like a blooming rose.

Just looking at it makes me feel like I can't breathe.

Bloody and artistic.

Tomizawa Xiangzi gave in.

Terrified, she dared not resist any longer, and could only tremble as she spoke with all her might:
"Mr. Kitahara, I'm so sorry, I underestimated you."

Should you say that to me?

"sorry!"

The head-down posture needs to be quick.

Otherwise, nobody knows whether a teacup might fly over at you in the next second.

Kaori Tomizawa turned her head and met Takagi's gaze.

Takagi felt a pang of pity and, before she could speak, whispered a reminder: "You should go to the hospital to get checked out first."

"You've lost a lot of blood." Tomizawa Kaori's lips twitched, unsure of what to say.

She does want to!

Who doesn't want to go to the hospital?

The problem is, this rich second-generation didn't say anything. She was afraid that if she left like this, she would become a living stake in Tokyo Bay!

"An apology is still necessary," Kitahara said casually.

"sorry Sorry!"

Tomizawa Kaori was in tears, almost kowtowing to Takagi.

I thought I'd run into an easy target, but it turned out to be a tough one. I almost broke my head trying to do that!
Takagi was rather gentle; after glancing at Kitahara a few times, she gave him a look of pity.

Seeing this, he calmed down.

"Leave your contact information, then get lost."

Kitahara looked at Fuzawa Xiangzi.

This woman's company specializes in swindling people; she's quite experienced. Perhaps we could take advantage of her and swindle some of Mrs. Qianchuan's money back.

After Fuzawa Xiangzi left.

The coffee shop returned to its usual quiet.

Kitahara was holding his coffee cup, about to take a sip, when Takagi reached out and stopped him.

"You're bleeding."

"Ok?"

Kitahara paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

A thin line of blood slowly dripped from her fair palm, and a faint, belated pain was transmitted to her fingertips.

"It was probably scratched by a broken teacup."

Kitahara was slightly disappointed by this.

I tried to show off, but I failed.

"Go buy me bandages," Kitahara said, turning his head.

He wasn't interested in pretending to be a tough guy. He acted like nothing had happened even though he was injured. This kind of behavior is pretentious but not recommended. What if the wound gets infected?
"oh oh."

Takagi meekly agreed and jogged out of the coffee shop.

Kitahara's side profile.

A waiter was hiding behind the bar, looking at me timidly. When our eyes met, he let out a soft "ah" and looked away.

"I've been mistaken for a hooligan," Kitahara muttered to himself.

But he really did act like a thug just now.

The table was a mess, no wonder the waiter was so rude.

After a while.

The shop assistant, or perhaps the shop manager, was a woman around thirty years old.

She approached cautiously: "Sir."

I will compensate you for the items.

"That's not it"

The female shop manager handed over a piece of paper. Kitahara was surprised for a moment, and then explained apologetically, "Can I sign my name?"

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What a strange hobby.

Bei Yuan naturally refused. Leaving signatures everywhere is not a good thing; it would be troublesome if someone caught him doing something wrong.

The female shop manager left dejectedly, but she still kept the money Kitahara had given her before she left.

Takagi ran back a few minutes later.

She ran very fast, panting heavily, with beads of sweat on her forehead hidden beneath her dark hair, contrasting with her snow-white brow.

"Bandage me up."

Kitahara extended his hand. Takagi was, after all, the doctor's daughter; she should have handled this small matter well.

He can certainly do it himself.

However, it would be better to have the sweet and soft Takagi serve me.

"Ah."

The girl sat beside Kitahara with her face down, legs touching. Sunlight fell on her delicate skin, as if a layer of golden gauze was hanging down, covering her profile and making the gentle girl look like a saint.

Because they were so close, and because Akane Takagi was sweating a bit from running, Kitahara smelled a sweet, cloying scent.

It's like a mixture of cream, sugar, and honey.

He couldn't resist moving closer, their legs touching, shoulders to shoulders, and buttocks to buttocks.

It seems they've noticed.

Takagi looked up at him, a little confused, then looked down at herself and muttered, "It's so hot, sit further away."

"Takagi-san."

"Ok?"

“I have money, why don’t you sign a contract with me?” Kitahara couldn’t help but say.

"Ok?"

The gentle girl's palm trembled slightly, and at the same time, her girlish heart also trembled.

She raised her head timidly, her eyes filled with suspicion, and her voice gentle: "You want me to make movies too?"

(End of this chapter)