Chapter 1246

Restroom.

Sitting in the seat, Yang Ming closed his eyes and leaned on the backrest. The comfortable air conditioning made him drift into sleep.

In front of the rest room, a man wearing a black trench coat gradually approached Yang Ming. On the cuff, a steel needle with anesthesia was aimed at Yang Ming's neck!

Just when the man in black trench coat was about to enter the attack range, a scream woke up Yang Ming.

"Yang Mingjun, be careful!"

The man felt that his behavior was discovered, and his eyes flashed with anger. The thin needle originally aimed at the skin directly pierced the aorta in Yang Ming's neck!

When Yang Ming opened his eyes, what he saw was a thick and long steel needle piercing him!

Blood-red light burst out from his eyes, and the Sharingan opened.

Ice Escape silently turned into an ice knife, suddenly appearing in Yang Ming's hand! Driven by his peak physical fitness and sufficient speed, the ice blade brought out a phantom, and the needle tip flew away just as the steel needle pierced the aorta!

"Who are you?!"

With a flick of the wrist, the ice blade knocked away the steel needle and penetrated deeply into the top of the rest room. At the same time, the ice knife used a phantom to stab the hood of the windbreaker!

With Yang Ming's physical reactions, speed, and strength, how could his enemies compare to him? A phantom flew past, and the ice blade brought a trace of blood. When the hood was lifted, a scar was drawn on the enemy's face.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed. The person who wanted to attack him was actually a strange man? !

The man looked at himself hatefully and reached out to fish it into his arms. He swung a telescopic dagger, and a weapon like a broadsword bounced out of the dagger. With great power, it struck Yang Ming hard!

"Hey! Are you desperate for your life?!"

Yang Ming roared and turned over from the backrest to behind him! There was a deep knife mark on the seat, which was shocking!

This is a very hard chair! This man really wants to kill himself!

"Haha! Yang Ming, it's your fault for blocking that adult's way! I will definitely kill you!"

The man's eyes were blood red, and the long knife formed in his hand slashed at Yang Ming!

In the rest room, other resting chefs screamed and ran away to avoid the two.

Seeing that other innocent people were implicated by him, Yang Ming swung his ice blade and hit the opponent's back repeatedly, directing the blade to the ground and the seat! ~A passerby chef who was stepped on by his feet had already passed out from the pain.

However, after all, he was stepping on someone, and with insufficient resistance, Yang Ming staggered, missed the step, and fell from the person! The ice skate held in his right hand actually let go and bounced far away!

Seeing that he found an opportunity, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes, and all the strength in his body was poured into the long knife, and he slashed hard!

When the life crisis came, Yang Ming ignored that the other party was just an ordinary person and decided to show his true strength.

His eyes were just staring at the trajectory made by the broadsword, and his fingers were used as sticks to point at the side of the knife! At the same time, the chakra on the fingertips rotated extremely fast, shattering the strength attached to the long knife, and the long knife flew across the head lightly!

A strand of black hair scattered from the top of his head to the ground!

The situation is extremely critical!

Art fire escape ho fireball!

In the mouth, the flames expanded rapidly and struck the enemy's chest heavily!

"boom!"

There was only a dull sound of breaking leather, and the assassin hit the backrest hard with blood on his lips! Four of his ribs were broken on the spot, leaving a burning scar on his chest. The aroma of barbecue filled his body.

The assassin completely lost his combat effectiveness and fell unconscious on the spot! Yang Ming's crisis is finally over!

"Yang Mingjun, are you okay?"

From behind, a familiar voice came. Yang Ming turned around, the corners of his mouth twitching. It turned out that Suwon Fuyumi and the others.

"It's okay, this kind of thing is easy for me."

Yang Ming picked up the skates and said peace to Mizuhara Fuyumi and others who cared about him. If he hadn't taken into consideration that this was not the world of Naruto and he couldn't kill people casually, Yang Ming would have taken serious action.

While talking, security arrived, pushed the assassin to the police room, and took Li Xiang to the police room to take notes.

After a long time, the security guard finished asking, and Li Xiang was finally able to rest.

the other side. Hata Zhongying took a nap in panic.

"Here is..." Hata Zhongying looked at the little boy and young man in the courtyard and scratched his cheek in confusion, "Is this the dream again?"

This is not the first time he has had this dream. When he was not in a good mood before, he would always have the same dream over and over again.

"Yes! Cut it thinner, cut it thinner...ah! How did you get it! Be careful! Wait a minute, daddy will get you a band-aid!" The young man left in panic. Hata Zhongying looked at the courtyard where there were no The little boy who reached his waist. The little boy opened his eyes wide and licked the blood marks on his hands that were scratched by the knife. He didn't cry or make a fuss.

"I was really handsome back then..." Hata Zhongying sighed, "But I'm just as handsome now."

When he was four years old, his father gave him a mock kitchen as a gift. After discovering his extremely high talent for cooking, the overjoyed Hata Zhongying family began special training for him.

"Dad! Digimon is about to start playing! Can I go see Digimon?"

The scene turned to a large room again. Six or seven-year-old Hata Zhongying held a small kitchen knife in his hand and shouted to the person behind the desk.

"Have you finished cutting the fifty radishes?"

"Not yet... not yet! But it's almost there!" Obata Zhongying begged, "Dad, just let me read it and then cut it."

"You are not allowed to go until the cutting is completed."

"……oh."

Although the little boy looked very sad, he still walked back to the kitchen with the knife.

That year, Digimon was the most popular cartoon. Obata Chuhide, who was sitting in the classroom, listened to the boys and girls next to him discussing the plot of the night before, but he couldn't get a word in at all, and lay quietly alone. On the desk.

Even when Hata Nakaei grew up and watched the Digimon he missed all those years over and over again, when he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was still that lonely little figure.

…

"Is this your son? He's very handsome!" Nakiri Kiku, wearing a black suit, touched Obata Chuying's head.

"Mr. Nakiri Thistle, I'm going to have to work hard for you in the future!" Hata Chuei's father entrusted him. "I thought about it. Hata Chuei still needs you to teach him how to cook."

"It's no problem." Nakiri Thistle bent down and pinched Obata Chuying's cheek, "It's no problem to keep teaching such a handsome child."

At the age of eight, Hata Chuei, who had mastered basic knife skills and cooking skills, began to formally learn various major cuisines. The person who taught him was Nagiri Thistle whom his father finally invited.

This is how he spent his childhood...