If life could be repeated

Ichiro Miura was shocked and hurried back to inform Kazuo Honda of the incident, Kazuo Honda was stunned for a moment, suddenly clenched his fists, and sweat oozed from his palms.

"Reverse! He spoke up decisively.

The peddler grabbed a pack of cigarettes in a panic and put his arm into it at once: "Sir, buy a pack of cigarettes." "

Kazuo Honda's eyes were cold, he grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard, and pushed him hard, watching him fall, the box fell to the ground, and the cigarettes were scattered all over the ground.

He shouted, "Get out!"

The peddler fell to the ground in pain, as if he was in pain, and he couldn't get up, so he simply slept in front of the car and howled loudly: "Some people don't pay for cigarettes!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of people cheered around to watch the excitement, and a rickshaw took a sip: "What kind of dog world?

This sentence was like a red hot iron soaked in cold water, and it sneered at a large area of water vapor, and the shiny cars, the people dressed in fashion, and the arrogant and unreasonable behavior all aroused the anger of these poor laborers, who surrounded these cars and glared angrily at the people in them, as if they could not say a single ugly man today.

Accidents happened, and Kazuo Honda's heart jumped suddenly.

The steamer bound for Lushun whined a second whistle, and the whistle sounded three times before the ship was about to leave. The crew at the entrance kept urging the passengers to carry their luggage, and the people at the back of the queue began to squeeze forward anxiously, and Kazuo Honda knew that something was wrong, and seeing that he couldn't do more entanglement, he simply took out a few bills and remained coldly in front of the hawker.

The peddler didn't look at it, he still sprinkled himself, blocked in front of the car and refused to go away, and cried while splashing: "My cigarettes, my cigarettes have been crushed, how can I sell them now, woo woo ......."

said and cried even louder: "I don't even have a book now, how can I live here, woo woo ......".

Suddenly, someone walked slowly to the front of the car, wearing a crimson Yin Dan Shilin cheongsam, beige high heels, and a pair of big sunglasses, and a beige round-brimmed hat with black gauze hanging from the edge, but the brim was lowered, and the eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly.

She paused for a moment, bent down and picked up a box of cigarettes, flicked the dust on the cigarette case with her white fingertips, and took out one, which was not considered an inferior cigarette, and put it in her mouth.

Then, she approached the window of the car, hit her elbow on the window and smiled slightly: "Sir, you have to be kind, small business, you have lifted all the stalls, how can you make people live?".

Although she covered her eyebrows, her temperament was different, and her voice was delicate and soft, which was very pleasant to listen to, even if Kazuo Honda was angry, it was not easy to get angry at her, and with a trace of anxiety, he casually took out a stack of banknotes, raised his hand and threw it out, and said viciously to the vendor: "Enough, if enough, get out of here, Lao Tzu still has something!".

The hawker rolling on the ground met the eyes of the woman in front of the car, and then hurriedly got up, only to hear the sound of a tsk around him, the meaning of which was unknown.

The peddler stood up, counting the bills with his fingers dripping on his fingers, and with a little more flattery on his face, Kazuo Honda waved coldly and told them to get out of the way immediately.

Unexpectedly, the woman did not leave, but smiled and leaned over, the corners of her lips were half-raised, and her eyebrows were full of moving charm: "Sir, borrow a fire?".

As he spoke, the cigarette in his mouth curled, as if to prove it.

In the usual way, Kazuo Honda had already been fascinated and diligently lit a cigarette for her, but now it was a critical moment, and it was inconvenient to expand the situation, so he just wanted to send these people away so that he could complete the task as soon as possible.

So, he handed over a lighter.

The woman bent down slightly, reached over to catch the lighter, and at that moment, the two looked at each other.

Kazuo Honda suddenly felt that her eyebrows and voice under the black veil were somewhat familiar, and suddenly raised his eyes to look under the hat, and his hand touched the gun at his waist.

However, the woman's movements were faster than his, and the next moment, a cold barrel of a gun was pressed against his forehead.