Chapter 559: Forbidden Pleasure

Holding a breath in his heart, Hojo Kyosuke did not choose to cut off his hand again. Since these guys can't understand the subtlety of his sword skills, let them know what true cruelty is. While shouting angrily, Mianmianmian, he slashed the fools' faceplates with his bamboo knife.

"Um, Haitani-san, why didn't Hojo-kun cut off his hand again this time? Isn't he a member of Beichen Itto-ryu?"

Himeno Kiyoko said doubtfully.

"Oh, how can swordsmanship be such an inconvenience?"

Hui Gu Gentian smiled contemptuously. If it weren't for the fact that the military counselor said that these eldest ladies could help his eldest brother, he would not waste his time on them. But at this moment, for the sake of his great cause, he could only patiently explain:

"The Chief is not an ordinary Beichen Itōryū, but a swordsman who is about to take over our family. It may seem to you that the Chief is slapping him in the face, but in fact he is cutting off his hand. The Chief has already seen that there is no hand in his heart. The realm of hands.”

Being surrounded, Hojo Kyosuke, who had eyes and ears in all directions, of course heard the voice of Haitani Gentian, and became even more angry in his heart. He no longer limited himself to just slashing people with a bamboo sword. In fact, since there were more people this time, he had already been hugged by his legs twice, but those two people became his weapons and he flew away with a flick of his legs and hit a group of people.

The next time, everyone in Dongcheng came together, and Himeno Kiyoko finally saw what extreme violence is.

Facing dozens of heavily armed men, Hojo Kyosuke just waved his bamboo sword and continued to win, and his right leg kept lifting and popping up. Those who stood in front of him fell like wheat, a crushing victory.

It was like an excavator equipped with a breaker. With a wave of his hand, the building and enemies in front of him were shattered into pieces like tofu. Not only men like machines, but women also like boring mechanical sports.

"Do they have any grudge against Hojo-kun?" Himeno Kiyoko asked with a frown.

Those muscular guys from Dongcheng High School all seemed to be desperate, holding their bamboo swords high and rushing towards Hojo Kyosuke one after another, risking their own lives, as if they were on a mission to save the world, even if they tried their best to kill Hojo Kyosuke.

There were too many dozens of people for the girl to see. From what she saw, there was one person who still tried to bite Hojo-kun with his teeth after his arm was broken. Two people still used bamboo swords after being blocked by Hojo-kun and knocked away. The cannonballs were thrown out in an attempt to make a sneak attack. The three of them crawled forward without making a sound even if they were stepped on by their companions. They just wanted to hold onto Mr. Hojo's feet so that their companions could attack smoothly. The four of them...

It’s so passionate. Someone said before that Mr. Hojo’s comics were all based on reality. She didn’t believe it. After all, there are so many exciting things in today’s society. But the scenes before her eyes convinced Himeno Kiyoko that the power of people's hearts still exists.

If it weren't for friendship and youth, if it wasn't for the indestructible bond, how could everyone at Dongcheng University fight bravely without sacrificing their own lives?

Excited!

Stepping on the corpses of his companions, just to swing the fateful sword at the Demon King!

It was really touching. If it weren't for the fact that the person being besieged was a man who was so handsome that he could become a world-famous male model, his works could be popular across the country, and his studies could make people despair, Himeno Kiyoko might really be moved to tears.

But now, she was just loudly cheering for Hojo Kyosuke with Arisugawa Ren and others next to her, while enjoying the good show of the Demon King playing with the humble hero.

Yes, this is no longer an exercise, but a person torturing a group of people.

The members of the Rampage Angels were all cheering for their companions, and many of them gave advice, saying things like stumbling, throwing, spitting, spitting blood to blind the eyes, human cannons, etc. that were incomprehensible. When he gets excited, he will get up and join the battlefield.

Those guys were really determined to kill Hojo-kun no matter what. What made Himeno Kiyoko couldn't help but ask was the words Haitani Ringtong shouted next to her:

"From behind, the back of the head!"

"Asshole, the back of your head will die!" Arisugawa Ren was furious.

"Aren't you Hojo-kun's subordinates? Do you have any grudge against him?"

Himeno Kiyoko was puzzled. The Haitani brothers around her seemed to be schizophrenic. They looked like ardent fans before. Now they want to kill Hojo-kun with their own hands.

"Tch, if you want to kill an invincible strong man like the Chief, how can you do it without using some insidious moves?"

Hui Gulan said disapprovingly that the two brothers relied on their insidiousness and recklessness to travel around the world, otherwise why would they be cited as confidants by military advisors.

"Do you want to defeat the superior?" Himeno Kiyoko glanced sideways at Hai Gulan, the corners of her eyes raised slightly, quite sharply. But it is a pity that there is no black flame of hell burning around the body, which is still far worse than a certain person.

"The bottom overcomes the top? Hahahaha, what are you talking nonsense about? I don't even dare to dream of such a beautiful thing."

Hui Gulan sneered:

"It's really a daydream to defeat the commander with just a sneak attack on the back of the head. Let alone a bamboo knife, I doubt even a metal bat would bend the bat if hit."

"How is it possible..." Arisukawa Ren couldn't believe it.

"And...in fact, we had thought about using firearms when we were sparring with the chief, but we gave up in the end."

Hui Gulan did not hesitate to share the warm past between herself and her eldest brother.

"Firearms?! How dare you say that!"

Arisugawa Ren was shocked when she heard this, but she was not shocked that the other party could find guns. The underworld in Japan regards pistols as time bombs, and the police regard pistols as experience packages for promotion. In addition to violent forces, the people who use guns the most are rich people and farmers.

The Japanese Hunting Club is the only legal hunting organization in the country. Hojo Kyosuke's grandfather is a member of the Otaru Hunting Club, and there are several hunting rifles at home.

As the eldest daughter of a police family, Arisugawa Ren is naturally familiar with guns, and even Himeno Kiyoko next to her is not unfamiliar with hunting activities. Japan has learned a lot from China. They follow the apprenticeship system and believe that it is better to steal than to learn, so they protect the knowledge that they have finally obtained very well, including the Chinese learning Sinology and the six arts of a gentleman. Although the power of money in modern society far exceeds that of force, appropriate violence is indispensable for the shaping of personality, so while learning women's knowledge, Himeno Kiyoko is also proficient in riding, hunting, etc.

If you really want to say, Eriri should have the most say on this point. However, this nobleman is obviously superior to others. After entering the information age, the blonde princess's vehicle has changed from a tall horse to an ergonomic chair, and her weapon has changed from a flintlock gun to a mechanical keyboard.

"The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons, and material force can only be destroyed by material force."

"In this case, destroy the enemy spiritually!"

"Wali-Wali-Wa's victory is a victory of the spirit!"

"It takes 0.21 seconds for the master of American Iai to draw a gun and empty the magazine, and he can only kill the enemy's head. But Lord Eriri can type 72 words in one minute and can destroy the enemy from the level of faith and soul!"

This is the noble who keeps pace with the times. The Spencer family has accumulated for thousands of years to cultivate such a pair of genius father and daughter.

Many late nights, Hojo Kyosuke can hear the roar coming from Eriri's room. Every time he opens the door, he will see a little golden retriever with loose hair squatting on the computer chair, and the white and tender face is illuminated by the fluorescent screen. The blonde princess endured the enemy's mental attack while typing away on the keyboard. From time to time, she would draw two simple pictures containing mental attacks and send them out.

It was also because of her mastery of painting skills that Lily was always invincible in her journey. Of course, there were times when she couldn't scold him. Whenever this happened, she would cry and ask for help from Yamauchi Sakura, and she would be told that everything was done in less than two minutes. When the blonde princess returned to the computer with an arrogant attitude, the enemy she had fought with before was gone, and no matter what she said, the enemy would shut up.

In response, Yamauchi Sakura explained that she had seriously reasoned with the other party, making the other party realize the mistake and turn back. Eriri then showed her kingly demeanor, just scolding for another half an hour to vent her anger and then let the other party go. Only Hojo Kyosuke knew that what Yamauchi Sakura called reasoning was to directly direct Xisaki to find the forum administrator to use the authority to attack, but in many cases it was not necessary to do so, because in the past few years, the more lively forums in Japan have been successfully infiltrated by Xisaki. If you encounter a bad one, such as the one who used a small account to continue attacking Eriri after being authorized, and even wanted to open a box to attack in real life, Hojo Kyosuke directly gave the other party a bad package.

Recently, as the news of the release of Hojo Kyosuke's new work spread on the Internet, the blonde princess fought longer every night, and Hojo Kyosuke was already considering whether to purchase a signal blocker to ensure the sleep of that idiot. Anyway, if she was asked, just tell her that the signal was bad, and the idiot would probably just curse and complain about the phone and the operator.

In short, the two young ladies had no doubts about whether the notorious Haidani brothers in Roppongi could find guns, but they were shocked that he actually wanted to use guns to deal with his eldest brother.

And you said you don't want to overthrow the superiors? The guns are all made, should the next step be to put bombs?

"Then what?" Arisugawa Ren asked curiously, if guns were really used, then Dad's promotion would be faster.

"The commander-in-chief only said that he didn't want any male guns among his subordinates, and then asked the military advisor to find a BB gun..."

When Haitani Rindan spoke, his expression became extremely strange, as if he began to doubt his memory:

"Then, the commander-in-chief showed us his Iai. The speed of Iai.

At the same time as the gun went off, the yellow BB bullet was split in half. I didn't even see the commander-in-chief draw his sword."

Haitani Rindan will never forget the feeling when the half of the BB bullet hit his face. The BB bullet seemed to still have the burning heat of the blade cutting at high speed. He picked up the BB bullet, and the cut was extremely smooth, just half.

"...That's not a toy gun for children, but a high-end 'toy' produced by Tokyomarui."

When it comes to this, he seems to have lost the spirit of cheering for his teammates on the field, and stares blankly at the big brother killing people everywhere.

Being able to split bullets and avoiding bullets are completely different concepts. With the big brother's teleportation-like shrinking method, he can really achieve a fast and fierce sword within seven steps. In a fight like this, if you want to hit the big brother, you first need to pass through the body of your companion. This is not a big deal, but the bullet weakened by flesh and bones... Huigu Longdan suspected that his big brother could pinch it with his fingers. Just like the Buddha picking up a flower...

Only a strong man who can prevent his subordinates from rebelling is worthy of the loyalty of their brothers in Haigu. Well, the so-called qualitative change of the runaway angels started from these branches. If it weren't for the terrifying strength of Hojo Kyosuke, the elementary school students would have come to the door with their parents.

"Speedy Iai? Cutting bullets with a knife?"

Arisugawa Ren's expression turned into an embarrassing word, looking ugly and cute.

Heno Kiyoko fell into thinking, she understood that Hojo's subordinates respected him, worshipped him, admired him, and admired him like a son. The reason why they wanted to defeat Hojo with murderous intent was that they wanted to prove his strength again and again, and they were obsessed with the unparalleled violence.

In fact, let alone the idiots of the runaway angels, even she was fascinated by the bloody violence.

Obviously, the sword-like eyebrows of Hojo-kun now are like a hungry ghost in hell, and he is far less charming than the handsome man with a smile on his face, but the extreme violence released in his gestures makes her feel a strange stimulation.

In front of Hojo-kun, those men with bad bodies seem to have become some kind of fragile things. The weight of life in his hands becomes extremely light, as if it can be blown out with a light breath.

Watching him punch Yukawa Toru in the face, watching him kick Takagi Ikki away with a whip kick, watching him play with humans like toys, Himeno Kiyoko only felt a tremor in her body. It was fear, something rooted in the depths of the soul like violence.

Because of the desire to survive, there is fear in the heart; because of fear in the heart, there is a desire for violence.

Fear and violence, both are like light and darkness, like heaven and earth.

While fearing, Himeno Kiyoko also felt a forbidden pleasure.

She turned to look at her friend Arisugawa Ren beside her. This girl, who was born in a police family, was also completely immersed in the violence displayed by Hojo-kun. Her crystal eyes moved with every punch of Hojo-kun. Whenever someone was ruthlessly deprived of the ability to move by Hojo-kun, she would shout out in surprise.

At the same time, Tetsuta Kisaki was also observing. The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses recorded everything and everyone present.

Seeing the reaction of the Miss Group, he knew that the cold wind called "violence" from the Arctic ice field had swept the world.

He took out his notebook and started to record something again.

There will be a burst of updates tomorrow, otherwise you will beat me.