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"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us! But it doesn't matter, I will kill you next, and then forgive and forget everything that happened between us!"

Nan Tianren shook his head, murderous intent rising. He stepped forward again and gave a side kick towards Meguro Masaki's abdomen.

Meguro Masaki tensed his abdominal muscles and took the side kick head-on. He grabbed Nan Tianren's calf with his backhand and twisted his body backwards while pressing his center of gravity downward, pulling Nan Tianren's body and performing a judo leg-grabbing back throw.

Nan Tianren’s red skull was smashed into the concrete ground again, and the gushing blood instantly dyed the entire earth red.

—It’s not over yet!

Masaki Meguro did not loosen his right hand that was holding Nan Tianren's calf, and was about to use a back throw again to knock Nan Tianren to the other side.

Seeing this, Nan Tianren in mid-air immediately raised his other leg high and performed a battle axe kick, stepping heavily on the back of Meguro Masaki's head.

The back of his head was severely hit, and even Meguro Masaki's spine was kicked more than twice as long.

Nan Tianren's attack was full of murderous intent. He really wanted to kill Meguro Masaki completely with this attack.

The severe concussion forced Masaki Meguro to loosen his hands that were holding onto Nan Tianren’s calves, and he was about to fall to the ground immediately.

But no!

Meguro Masaki released his hands and slapped Nan Tianren in the face with a whip-punch. The tomahawk kick just now could not take his life.

Nan Tian, ​​who was hit in the face by the whip fist, retreated repeatedly. Meguro Masaki took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, stretching out his right hand to grab Nan Tianren's collar again.

"It's time to end it!"

The one who said this was not Meguro Masaki, but Nan Tianren! Nan Tianren grabbed the cuff of Meguro Masaki's right hand with his backhand and used a grab-hand style back throw.

With just one glance and one hard hit, Nan Tianren, relying on his learning ability enhanced by the super soldier serum, not only completely learned the leg-grabbing back throw that Meguro Masaki had just performed, but also learned by analogy and even the hand-grabbing back throw!

Now, Nan Tianren is going to use the judo that Meguro Masaki has loved all his life to send him to hell with his own hands!

Meguro Masaki's head was thrown into the concrete floor by Nan Tianren. His skull, which had already suffered a fierce attack, was immediately twisted and deformed, and his original shape could not be seen at all.

Meguro Masaki is dead. With his entire head smashed by Nan Tianren, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

Today’s victory was Nan Tianren’s, and it was also his first victory after being injected with the super soldier serum.

But this victory cannot be called a complete victory.

Even though he had been injected with the super soldier serum, Nan Tianren was still knocked to the ground many times by Meguro Masaki, an ordinary person who was particularly proficient in judo. His head had many close contacts with the concrete floor.

Fortunately, the gap in physical fitness was overwhelming, and it was not something that could be made up by judo skills alone. Although it took more time and wasted more energy, Nan Tianren still won the battle safely.

──Now the question is how to deal with this body.

After a brief thought, Nan Tianren took out his cell phone from his pocket - he planned to call the police.

"After all, it was the other party who attacked me first, and he came with the intention of killing me. Although I don't know who he is, I was acting in self-defense. At most, I will be convicted of excessive defense. Besides, I turned myself in. More importantly, I am only fifteen years old, still a minor."

After receiving the report from Nan Tianren, a team of police immediately rushed to the scene of the crime. The captain of this police team was a strong man named Aguya Qingqiu.

"I know this deceased person."

Akoya Kiyoaki pointed at the flattened head of Meguro Masaki on the ground and said to Nan Tianren:

"Even though his head was smashed and he looked completely different, I could still recognize him. The deceased's name was Masaki Meguro, and he was a wanted criminal. When he was thirteen, he killed four national champion judo masters, including his father.

Since then, for the past twenty years, he has been hunting fighters of various schools, with more than a hundred victims. Although the police have been looking for him, they have no clues about him. Until today, when he was hunting his next target, he was killed by you.

Don't be nervous. The deceased was a wanted criminal, and you were acting in self-defense. Just make a statement and you'll be fine. Just remember to come to the police station to receive the bravery award next time."

Chapter 3 Mahjong

"Really? Just make a statement? That's great. I thought I was going to jail."

Nan Tianren couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"But speaking of which, your name is Nan Tianren, right? You are fifteen years old and have just graduated from junior high school?"

Aguya Qingqiu continued to ask Nan Tianren.

"Yes, that's right. I just graduated from junior high school and I've applied to quite a few high schools, but I don't know where I'm going to study in the future."

"You are really young and promising. After your first murder, you didn't have any adverse reactions. You were able to stay next to the body and chat and laugh with the police. Not bad. Are you interested in working in the police station in the future? Our Neon Armed Police need talents like you."

Aguya Qingqiu patted Nan Tianren on the shoulder. He seemed to admire Nan Tianren, a guy who beat a wanted criminal to death.

"Really? Sorry, I don't plan to work in the police department yet. My current dream is to become a doctor."

"Become a doctor? But wouldn't that bury your fighting talent? Or become a policeman? You're also serving the people. Isn't it good to punish evildoers and uphold justice as a policeman?"

"It sounds good, but I still want to be a doctor. Maybe I will change my mind in the future."

Nan Tianren said politely to Aguya Qingqiu.

"Okay, since you've made up your mind, I won't force you. But if you change your mind in the future, remember to tell me and I'll definitely reserve a position for you in the armed police force."

"sure!"

"Then come back to the police station with me to make a statement."

After saying that, Aguya Qingqiu took Nan Tianren back to the police station.

Because the evidence was conclusive, Nan Tianren was indeed acting in self-defense and there was no excessive defense, and the other party was a wanted criminal, so he was released the next morning.

"The sunlight is so blinding."

Looking at the sun at dawn, Nan Tianren couldn't help but sigh - for so many years, he had been staying in a cheap rental house, immersed in the research of super soldier serum, and he didn't know how long he hadn't seen the sun at dawn.

At the same time, in the president's office of Toyo Electric Power Company, a man with a 3:7 hairstyle and a sleeveless cheongsam was reporting to Toyo Electric Power's president, Katsumasa Hayami:

"Meguro Masaki was killed by judo. The murderer was a 15-year-old junior high school student who had just graduated. His name was Nan Tianren."

"Meguro Masaki was killed? Or was he killed by a 15-year-old junior high school student who just graduated? And the other party used judo? Nikaidou Ren, is the information reliable?"

Hayami Katsumasa raised his head and asked the man in the sleeveless Tang suit.

"This is news from the Tokyo Police Headquarters. And since last night, we, the Tianlang Clan, have been unable to contact Meguro Masaki. We can basically confirm that the news is true."

Nikaidou Ren continued to reply.

"Hmph, ever since that kid showed his terrifying strength at the age of thirteen, we at Toyo Electric Power have been protecting him from the police for twenty years. However, just when we wanted to borrow his power recently, we immediately received news of his death. Is the guy who killed Meguro Masaki called Nan Tianren? Ren, in your opinion, can this person be absorbed into the Guardians?"

"Nan Tianren, male, 15 years old, an orphan, grew up in an orphanage, has excellent academic performance, and graduated from junior high school with the highest score in the school. During school, he often skipped classes to work outside. I suspect he has some very expensive hobbies. If you can offer him a high price, I think there is still hope that he can be absorbed into the [Guardian]."

"Very good, Nikaidou Ren, I will leave the matter of absorbing Nan Tianren into the [Guardian] to you. Don't let me down."

"As ordered."

Nikaido Ren nodded to Hayami Katsumasa and left the president's office.

On the other side, Nan Tianren had just finished breakfast and was walking aimlessly on the street, thinking about how to quickly make Umbrella Corporation a well-known pharmaceutical company after establishing it.

"The first step is to make money, but how can we make a lot of money quickly?"

Nan Tianren continued to lower his head and think:

"If I trade stocks, I don't even have the capital. If I buy lottery tickets, the chances of winning are too low. If I smuggle, I don't have the channels. Besides, it will be troublesome if such things are discovered. In the end, there is only one option left for me - gambling! I remember that there seems to be a high-odds mahjong parlor nearby."

At the same time, in a private room in a high-odds mahjong parlor in Shinjuku.

"It seems that I have good luck today. Ei! Riichi! Ippet! Menqing self-draw! Treasure card! Inner treasure card! Five-point grand slam! A total of 8000 points!"

Mr. Motohara pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of him, then grabbed the pork chop sandwich beside him and started to enjoy it.

"That's amazing, Mr. Motohara. This means we have won three games in a row."

The man sitting opposite Mr. Motohara stood up from his seat while complimenting Mr. Motohara.

"Huh? What's wrong? You don't want to fight anymore?"

"Well, I won't play anymore. I've already lost all the money I brought with me. I don't have any money to lose even if I want to play."

"Hey, I thought it was something else. I can lend you money for gambling. Don't leave in such a hurry."

"No! Please don't lend me money. I never lend money when I play mahjong. I lose whatever I bring with me. I go home after I lose. I'm debt-free. You should wait until I have money before playing with me again."

"That's it..."

As soon as he sent the other person out the door, Mr. Benyuan's attention was immediately attracted by a strange man with a red skull on his head who stepped into the mahjong hall:

"Is it a cosplay? Never mind. We are short of one player now, so it's decided to be you. The cosplayer in red over there! Yes! That's you! We are short of one player in the mahjong game here! Come over here!"

Hearing Mr. Benyuan's greeting, Nan Tianren, who had just entered the mahjong hall, immediately followed him into a secret private room.

"How big do you usually play here?"

Nan Tianren asked Mr. Benyuan while shuffling and sorting the cards.

"How about one hundred yen a point?"

Mr. Motohara replied while enjoying his pork chop sandwich.

"Oh, it's such a big deal, but what should I do if I don't have that much money?"

Nan Tianren lowered his head and pretended to be troubled.

"It's okay. I can lend you the money. When you win, just pay me back."

Mr. Motohara patted Nantianren's shoulder and smeared the oil from the pork chop sandwich on Nantianren's clothes.

"You are so generous. Thank you in advance."

Nan Tianren looked at Mr. Benyuan's hand on his shoulder, then looked at the mahjong table beside him, and said thoughtfully.

"You're welcome! You're welcome! Then I'll be the banker for the first round!"

Mr. Benyuan sat back in his chair, arranged his cards, and thought to himself:

"It seems like we have caught another fat sheep today. I have been coming to this mahjong parlor for more than a month, and I insist on playing at this table every day. After using mahjong for a long time, there will be some minor scratches on the mahjong, either old dirt or missing edges and corners.

I remember at least half of the cards in the Mahjong set on this table! By memorizing the cards, I can basically get a rough idea of ​​the other three players' hands. Combined with their discarded cards, I am 80% sure that I can guess what the other players will win. With solid basic skills and excellent memory, I am invincible from the beginning of this game!"

After several rounds of drawing and discarding cards, Mr. Motohara, who had almost opened up the whole world, was already able to stand upright. However, to be on the safe side, he decided to observe the situation of each player's hand, especially the red skull of his opponent!

──I don't know why, ever since that guy sat at this card table, I really feel uncomfortable all over! But it doesn't matter, this card game should be over soon.

──Let me see your hand, oh…are they all Tongs? Combined with the discarded cards, hmm…there’s no mistake! This guy definitely wants to win Tongs! Hum! What a rookie style! Although I don’t know which Tong he wants to win! But coincidentally, I also want to win Tongs, and it’s a three-sided listening of one Tong, four Tongs, and seven Tongs! Judging from the current situation, he probably hasn’t heard the hand yet! So this card! Can stand upright!

"Riichi!"

Hearing the sound of riichi coming from his opponent, Nan Tianren just raised his head slightly to glance at the other party, then silently lowered his head and continued to build his hand.

After a few more rounds of touching and cutting, it seemed that he felt that the time was ripe, so Nan Tianren placed a west wind horizontally and immediately announced that he would stand at attention.

──Did he stand up straight? At this moment? Speaking of which, it seems that Nanfeng just drew this card. In the previous rounds, he played every card without even looking at it, as if he had been waiting for the card for a long time.