The last trace of sunset that originally remained in the west fell unwillingly, the dim street lamps lit up one by one, a group of homing crows flew in the sky, quacking non-stop, and the stars in the sky began to appear in the night sky one by one!

As the clock rang at eight o'clock in the evening, the crowd passing through the park suddenly began to speed up, and the children who had been playing around disappeared from the park.

It turned out that the crowded park became much quieter soon after the bell rang, and Wu Liang, who had just arrived, didn't care at all, just thought that everyone was in a hurry to go home!

The skewers had been sold out, and he was chatting with the last few guests who had returned late, and Wu Liang planned to wait for these guests to finish eating and then turn off the stall, when the roar of high-powered motorcycles broke the quiet atmosphere of the park.

With the piercing roar, I saw a group of guys in fancy clothes and combing exaggerated airplane noses riding modified extremely exaggerated high-horsepower motorcycles, holding a flag of "Santuchuan Union" and staggering into the park. The few office workers in front of the stall were originally waiting to find money, but when they saw this formation, they were like mice being targeted by a cat, and they hurried away without even having time to collect the change that Wu Liang had recovered.

Seeing such a formation, anyone knows that there is trouble coming to the door, and these people are a major era specialty of the Japanese streets in the 70s and 80s, "rioters"!

The 70s and 80s were the era when Japan's mob culture was most prevalent, and with the rapid improvement of Japan's industrial level in the 70s ----80s, a number of classic Japanese self-made motorcycles were born. For example, HONDA-CB400, YAMAHA-XJR400, SUZUKI-IMPULSE400, THUG 400, Kawasaki zrx400, ZII. and a number of other classic models. With the introduction of motorcycle culture in the United States, young people in Japan also began to wear pilot uniforms, and roared through the streets in groups and riding motorcycles, proclaiming that "whoever is unhappy will be flattened!" The slogan ran rampant in the streets.

I believe that many friends who love to read comics will definitely think of the bad teacher "Hideyoshi Onizuka" who has a small golden flat head, studs, smokes and is lustful, and speaks in tune! That's right, before Hideyoshi Onizuka didn't become a teacher, he was a pure rampant, and he was still a big boss! Runaway culture was quite common on the streets of Japan in the eighties and nineties. It is said that at the peak of Japan's rampant culture, there were more than 3,000 rampant groups in the country, and there were even more than 2,000 official members of large organizations such as Kanto Renhe. It can be called a special product of the times!

It's far away, and the book is back on the right path.

4 The two motorcycles made some dangerous moves with a huge roar, and the closer they rode, it was not far from the entrance of the park to the place where Wu Liang set up his stall, and there was not much buffer time, and Wu Liang, who didn't want to cause trouble, was hurrying to clean up the stall.

It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and at such times Murphy's law is always very accurate, and trouble will always come to the door by itself.

I saw that the leading YAMAHA-XJR400 did not accelerate in a straight line in the snake, and when passing by the barbecue stall, the red hair who was sitting in the back seat kicked over the oven placed on the side of the road, and the remaining unextinguished charcoal fire attacked Wu Liang behind with the kicked oven.

The incident happened suddenly, and Wu Liang, who heard the strange noise behind him, only had time to roll to the side, so that the red-hot coals did not escape the charcoal ash that erupted, and his hair was stained everywhere on the back and pants, which was very embarrassing.

Kicking over the stall did not stop these rioters, 4 motorcycles drew a semicircle and faintly surrounded Wu Liang in the center, and 5 guys with dyed hair came out of the car, wearing sunglasses in the dark, wearing a special attack suit from World War II, and a few circles of gauze around their waists. When he shook off the carbon ash and saw the bad faces of these rampant clans, Wu Liang couldn't help but complain: "Red, yellow, blue, green, black, five people's hair and five colors, you guys are going to stage a dangerous team!" Seeing that the bad guys were carrying guys in their hands, there were baseball bats full of nails, iron chains, steel pipes, and the leader was playing with a long wooden knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but touch his waist.

I saw the little red-haired man who kicked over the stall, walking in front with a wooden knife, as if he was a small leader. yelled at Wu Liang: "Baga Ya Road, you actually dare to do business in the park of our "Santu Chuan Motorcycle Alliance" activity? Did we agree? Obediently hand over all the money, and we'll treat it as if it hadn't happened! Otherwise, hehe's not so easy to solve today's matter! ”

I didn't want to entangle with them, but as the stall was kicked over and his body was covered with dust, Wu Liang's mood was very unhappy, and after observing it, he didn't find any murder weapons such as daggers, so he decided to take these gangsters and try his skills.

Wu Liang, who was born in the Northeast, has a lot of experience in fighting, and has had a few times of one-to-many group fighting experience, fighting robbers and thieves, at this time, his physical fitness has risen a lot and he is more confident, looking at a few passers-by in the distance, worried that someone will call the police, he took two steps back and ran towards the depths of the park, and deliberately took out his wallet and stuffed it into his chest while running, leading the bad people to run to a place where no one was.

How could these bad people of the rampant clan be willing to let go of the fat sheep who came to their mouths, and when they saw that the opponent was panicked and ran into the depths of the park, they chased after them directly!

Introduced these COS danger teams into the grove in the depths of the park, and cleverly used the benches and green fences set up in the park for visitors to rest and split the 5 ramps into a 1211 long snake formation.

When running to a narrow path that could only accommodate two people side by side, Wu Liang suddenly made a 180-degree turn, first lowered his head and let go of the steel pipe that was swinging, and hit the stomach of the yellow haired poor who was the first to chase after him with a hard hook with his right hand. Don't look at the muscle strength is only thirty or forty points higher than ordinary people, but these thirty or forty points are the difference between an ordinary strong man and a professional boxer. How could these bad boys who were born in peacetime and usually only play bravely and ruthlessly on the street withstand such a heavy blow, just a punch down, the yellow hair fell to the ground softly with his stomach in his arms, and only the part left was retching.

Passing the steel pipe in Huang Mao's hand, relying on his strength and speed, he smashed the baseball bats swung by the green-haired and blue-haired bads that followed closely behind with two blows. Wu Liang took advantage of the gap when the two of them were smashed and their body movements were deformed, and one of them rewarded him with a kick. The first kick was fine, but unfortunately Wu Liang's feet slipped slightly when he kicked out the second kick, and the kick was a little low, and he kicked diagonally along the inner thigh of the green hair. After receiving this kick, poor green hair burst out with a very, very high-pitched scream from his mouth, clamped his legs, held his crotch with both hands, and slowly fell to his knees!

Wu Lianghan said: "Ami tofu! Donor, I didn't mean to be poor! Forgive me, forgive me! He let go of the duck-like squatting green feathers, and gave a light stick to the back of each of the other two who had fallen to the ground to make sure he didn't drag himself back.

The two rampers who ran behind saw that their partners were knocked down, and the black-haired ramps scolded and pounced on the chains in their hands without thinking about it, but unfortunately the trail was too narrow, and the chains were tightly wrapped around the branches on the side and couldn't break free, how could Wu Liang let go of this kind of good opportunity to send to the door, and he ran two steps forward and knocked down with a stick.

The situation changed instantly, seeing that his 4 subordinates were all defeated in just three or two minutes, no matter how stupid the guy was that he knew that he had hit the iron plate today, the red-haired little boss who ran at the end threw away the wooden knife in his hand, and I don't know where he took out a woodpecker and threatened with a hard mouth while waving: "Dare to provoke our people from the Santu Sichuan Motorcycle Federation, our boss will not let you go!" If you have the ability, you wait, don't run! After the cruel words, he ran to the place where he parked. Listening to the familiar lines often said by the bad guys in this animation, Wu Liang was immediately amused, I didn't expect this guy who had the courage to kick over other people's stalls was such a funny joke! Throw out the back of the small boss in the crooked steel pipe in his hand, and knock him out with a stick!

stunned a few rampers who chased after him, Wu Liang used the rope he brought to bundle the ingredients and the iron chain brought by the bad guys, and first hung the three errand thugs on the tree, and the bad one with green hair was still holding his crotch and thinking about life, Wu Liang touched his nose and felt that he had to trap him alone on the fence. By the way, I searched the pockets of a few people, but unfortunately these bad people were poor ghosts, and it took 5 people to make up 84,000 yen.

With Wu Liang's body search, the three bad errands who had been knocked out before woke up one after another, watching Han Yuliang walk back with a wooden knife in one hand and dragging the little boss who was knocked out in the end with the other, the three bad errands tied to the tree were like frightened quails, trembling together, and the first one who was knocked down Huang Mao dared to ask: "What do you want to do?" Wu Liang took out a cigarette and smiled evilly by the light of the lighter; Do? Hey, hey, what do you say? If you have the courage to open other people's stalls, then there must be two hits. Tell all the information on the street, and the guy who can't say anything will be treated! The blue-haired boy came from you first, Wu Liang took the wooden knife and slapped the blue-haired badly!

With the miserable howls that sounded from time to time, Wu Liang used his powerful force as a backing and began to torture the information!

It's a pity that these unsuccessful bad people are only the bottom salted fish characters in their own club, and even the small leaders don't know much about the situation on the street, and they don't know anything about the protagonists in this world. After experiencing relatively mild torture methods such as lighter earlobes and violent armpit hair, he only confessed some large-scale information, but from such simple information, it can be seen that the poor security environment in Tokyo's Shinjuku district can be seen, and the small Shinjuku district has 4 thugs with hundreds of people, and the headquarters of a large organization such as the largest rampant club in Japan, Kanto Renhe, is actually located in Shinjuku. There are many genuine underworld extremist community organizations such as the Dragon God Society, the Plateau Society, the Sidi Society, the Vietnam Gang, the Jixiang Group, etc., and the distribution of forces is even more intertwined.

The combat effectiveness of these waste firewood rampage tribes is not good, but the role of the street tiger is quite successful, and even the torture has been almost half an hour, and no one has come to ask, it is estimated that the citizens are also accustomed to this kind of scene! I simply packed up the things that could be used in the storage box, and saw that no one on the left and right threw them directly into the storage space, and put away the extra three motorcycles together. Only one car was left in better condition, and the modification was not so excessive, ZII., removed the flag tied to the back of the frame, tore off the sticker printed with the logo of the mobster, and rode out of the park on a motorcycle!

After a big circle on the street, I found an inconspicuous second-hand motorcycle recycling shop on the side of the street, and because I couldn't get any formalities to prove it, the cunning boss refused to go up again after giving 250,000 yuan, and I didn't bother to bargain and sell ZII. Walked out of a long way to avoid the crowd and found a dead corner to bring out the second motorcycle from the space, so repeated several times to deal with tonight's loot, because the remaining three cars are not as good as the first one, the price is between 220,000 and 170,000, adding up to a total of 850,000 yen to directly solve half of the tuition arrears.

After running for an hour and a half to empty the loot, Wu Liang, who was in a good mood, found a small Okonomiyaki shop that was still in business, and after eliminating 8 okonomiyaki of various flavors in one go, he picked a nearby Japanese-style hotel that looked a little more formal, intending to have a good night's rest and recuperate.

Today, the worldview was subverted, there was a fight at night, and then I ran eight streets to deal with the loot, and I was very tired both mentally and physically, so if there is any problem, I will leave it to tomorrow!