Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

"Go away..." the girl murmured softly, the blood flowing from her mouth made her lips extremely beautiful, like a red rose in full bloom.

"stop."

Watanabe Hideyuki grabbed the man's waving arm tightly.

The man was stunned, and said impatiently: "Baka. Who are you, you nosy guy? Get out of my house."

As he said that, the man tried to break free from Xiuxing's arms, but it was not that easy.

With the system's enhancement of his strength in the past few days, Watanabe Hideyuki's strength is already comparable to that of a sturdy adult. How could he be contended with by a drunkard whose body has been hollowed out by alcohol?

“Asshole, let go, I’m saying it for the last time! Otherwise I’m calling the police,” the man threatened.

It seems that he was not completely drunk and even knew to call the police.

"If the police saw you beating this lady, I think you would definitely get a longer sentence than me."

"I'm teaching my own daughter a lesson. Why should I bother with the police? If you don't get out of here, I'll beat you up too."

Hideyuki's words completely ignited the man's patience. He picked up the bottle on the ground and smashed it towards Hideyuki's face.

Xiuxing dodged the attack easily by slightly moving his body.

He said that the drunkard's attack was too slow and dull. Without the support of the system, he would not be able to execute the justice in his heart.

"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson so that you know who you are talking to." Xiuxing said in a cold tone.

He released the hands that were restraining the man, stretched his muscles, and punched the man's belly, which was covered with greasy fat.

The man was hit so hard.

He hugged his abdomen in agony, fell backwards, and kept sucking with a grimace, as if this could relieve the pain.

"Boy, who are you?" It seemed that the severe pain had fully awakened the man, and he asked with gritted teeth.

"It seems that you still haven't learned how to speak properly." Xiuxing twisted his fist lightly. As a gentleman, he was ready to help the man learn what the most basic manners were.

At this moment, Watanabe Hideyuki felt someone pulling at his clothes.

"Don't... hit him..."

When he looked down, he saw that Arisa Kuroda was kneeling beside him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

The man also saw this scene. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was originally hissing. However, the smile quickly disappeared and turned into fear.

because.

"What's this to you, miss?"

"Just a friendly reminder, I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for myself."

"He just offended me. It's no use for you to beg for forgiveness on his behalf. He has to apologize to me in person."

"If he is afraid of being beaten, please call the police himself. If he doesn't have a phone number, I can kindly provide one for free."

"I can still afford some medical expenses, but I have recorded the whole process of him beating you." Xiuxing took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and held it in front of the two people. "I want to see who will go to jail first when the police come."

He didn't even have time to take a video, he was just trying to scare the man.

After hearing these words, the vivid color in Arisa's eyes disappeared. Hideyuki ignored her, rubbed his hands, and continued to walk towards the man.

"Sir, if you don't want to go to jail, please let me vent my anger and I'll help you get rid of your bad habit of bad breath."

The man looked a little panicked and wanted to step back, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he wouldn't obey.

But he still said stubbornly: "Do you think I will be afraid of you like this, little devil? You were not even born when I was in society."

"Really?"

Xiuxing, who has mastered the art of martial arts, not only knows which part of the human body can quickly make a person lose the ability to fight.

He also knows where to hit so as not to cause trauma but to inflict the most pain.

So, the nightmare that belongs only to men has come at this moment.

The dilapidated two-story wooden house was still filled with the sound of fists hitting flesh and groans.

The only difference is that this time the protagonist is a man.

Only three minutes had passed.

The man was in excruciating pain. Xiuxing really followed through on what he had just said and changed his foul mouth.

He pressed the man's head into the kitchen sink, found a wooden toilet brush from the bathroom, and prepared to brush the man's mouth thoroughly.

"I...I...was wrong..." The man whose chin was held begged for mercy incoherently, "I...will never...dare to do it again..."

When the man realized that Hideyuki was really capable and dared to do this, he was already afraid.

However, due to the presence of Kuroda Arisa beside him, his dignity as a superior prevented him from begging for mercy from a man who was so much younger than him.

So when Hideyuki's fist landed on him, the fear turned into regret.

So when Hideyuki raised the wooden brush, he began to beg for mercy.

He didn't want that disgusting thing to enter his mouth.

How much is dignity worth? Can it be eaten? What a joke.

Seeing that the man showed signs of begging for mercy, Xiuxing released his hand that was holding the man.

These actions were the result of his careful consideration.

He was adept at dealing with this kind of man because he had encountered such a scum in his previous life.

Being weak all the time will only make such people become more aggressive.

The first priority is to give him a hard blow so that he will learn his lesson.

Of course, simply beating someone is not the right solution to the problem. After all, his goal is to protect the personal safety of his employee, Arisa Kuroda.

After thinking for a while, Xiuxing dragged the man with one hand and brought him back to the entrance.

"Listen, you old fool." Watanabe Hideyuki pointed at the man, then at Kuroda Arisa who was lying on the side, "That lady is now an employee of our store."

"It's not easy to recruit cheap labor now. We don't make much money anyway, and we don't want to spend extra money to recruit more people." At this point, Xiuxing thought of the gradually downward economic situation and sighed deeply.

"So, I must see this young lady go to work for me safely and in good health every day."

"If you don't come one day and it affects our business and makes me earn less money, old man, you have to make up the difference. Isn't that clear?"

"Listen clearly."

The man knelt on the ground and nodded repeatedly, but even with such a sincere attitude, he was kicked by Xiuxing unexpectedly.

"I can not hear."

"I heard it clearly!" the man shouted, enduring the severe pain.

"Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss." Xiuxing squatted down and patted the man's shoulder.

The man was startled by this sudden action, and he watched Xiuxing take something out of his pocket.

A wallet.

Hideyuki counted the money in his wallet, then took out five Fukuzawa Yoshikichi cards and threw them in the man's face.

"I come here every month. This is her monthly salary. She eats at my place, so she doesn't have to spend any money. I give you her salary, so you need to make sure she is in a good mental state."

"If she goes to work with a sad face and scares away customers, not only will you not receive the money every month, but you will also have to compensate me for my losses. Do you understand?"

"I heard it clearly!" The man's voice was much louder than before after seeing the money.

Watanabe Hideyuki believes that blind oppression will only lead to an explosion that has been dormant for a long time, and the best way to deal with such people is to use a big stick and a sweet date.

Most of these people only remember to eat and not to be beaten, so beatings can only control them temporarily, not permanently.

It was impossible for him to follow Arisa Kuroda every day, and he had no obligation to do so.

So for Arisa Kuroda, spending a quarter to a fifth of her monthly salary to ensure her personal safety is much better than having all her money taken away.

After careful analysis, Watanabe Hideyuki made the choice he believed was the most guilt-free.

Chapter 19 Cleaning the Wound

Remembering something, Xiuxing pulled out another bill from the man's tightly clenched hand. The man held it tightly and refused to let go until Xiuxing raised his arm again.

"I just forgot. I need to take her to the hospital tonight. You can take a taxi, and the medical expenses will be deducted from you."

"Clear."

The man answered subconsciously. Now he was angry but dared not speak out.

Watanabe Hideyuki's style is undoubtedly that of a sophisticated gangster, not much inferior even to those Chinese people in Chinatown.

After saying that, Hideyuki helped the girl out of the house.

Not long after leaving the house.

Arisa Kuroda struggled to avoid Hideyuki's support.

But given her current physical condition, it is difficult to succeed.

Xiuxing looked at the girl with some doubt.

"what happened?"

"I don't have any money. Don't go to the hospital. Just bandage it and it will be fine in two days."

"It's okay, don't worry about the money, I'll pay for you."

Out of the most basic sympathy, Hideyuki did not say anything about deducting the money from the girl's salary, but he rarely emptied his wallet.

This is a rare opportunity for Xiuxing, who thinks he is a Pixiu.

The pension left to Hideyuki Watanabe by his parents was less than 10 million yen.

The annual tuition fee at Waseda University is between 1.5 million yen and 2 million yen.

At the same time, Waseda University is located in Shinjuku, the most prosperous district in Tokyo, and the high cost of living is a considerable expense. In addition, Watanabe Hideyuki also had the idea of ​​making an independent film.

This money is far from enough.

This is also the reason why Watanabe Hideyuki has always lived a very difficult life.

"You... shouldn't give him money." The girl on the side hesitated for a long time and finally said what had been on her mind.