Island country, Tokyo.

A izakaya in Nakano District is full of energy. People who attend drinking parties or drink alone are addicted to alcohol. Three or four fried foods, roasted birds and a bottle of beer can eat them all night with interest. Everyone has unresolved worries that need alcohol to save.

Although the bald monk sitting in the middle of the house was a bit conspicuous, no one prohibited the monk from drinking and eating meat.

"Give me a cup to Master!"

"good!"

"A few days ago, the master came back to life and saved Abe. He should have had three drinks to celebrate!"

"I can't drink anymore. I really can't drink anymore. If I drink again, I'll get drunk."

There is also a custom of urging alcohol in the island country's bar, including drinking orders, toasts, and playing tricks. There are also endless drinking and vomiting during party gatherings and hospitalizations. In order to stop urging alcohol, the island country has also issued relevant laws and regulations.

Although persuading to drink is a rank of minor crimes, no subordinate dares to report his superiors to commit minor crimes...

Most of the elderly on the table are working people in the Showa era. People who really have nothing can not participate in political activities after they are old.

When they were young, they were all desperate and naturally became addicted to alcohol during social activities when working in the big trading company. However, seeing that the monk's alcohol was really limited, no one continued to persuade him to drink without opening his eyes.

The monk is already infected with divine nature, and he is much more serious than a minor crime that is not painful or itchy.

“I can only get relief in alcohol.”

"No, I'm full, I've eaten too much." Although I only ate a few skewers, there was a lot of beer in these people's stomachs.

With a happy gift from the store, a group of people dedicated to transforming the island nation, left the Izakaya with arms around.

Looking at their drunken backs and recalling the topics they were talking about at the table, the shop owner shook his head gently: "What's the reincarnation of the Buddha? The reincarnation of the Buddha, and the fools who were deceived."

The drunk old men had the effect of frightening the street girls. When they saw a young girl passing by, they immediately pinched their hands and whistled in their mouths. The monk who was sandwiched in the middle felt embarrassed.

"Hey, the little girl over there, are you selling your stockings?"

"What are you doing when you run so fast? We are not bad guys. Change the future of the island nation and make tomorrow better!"

The old man drunk's explanation not only did not work, but instead made several women even more scared. He turned around and left directly after showing his eyes on the excrement on his face.

Never mind these criminals. No matter what your attitude is, these guys will hit snakes and sticks.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, they're drunk."

The monk was also a little drunk, but he didn't dare to relax himself, so he quickly bent down and bowed to apologize to the passers-by.

"Oh, master, why do you need to apologize? These are common scenery for Tokyo people at night. Look, those big sisters are also accepting it with peace of mind."

Don’t take other people’s quick pace of running away as an acceptance!

"Hey." A lamented. Although the monk knew that this was a feature of the island country, even the noble members of the parliamentary committee would occasionally break out of messy harassment scandals, but he couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that there were no harassment around, the old men who were unwilling to be lonely had new ideas.

The old man on the outermost side suddenly stopped and grabbed the belt with both hands: "No, I want to go to the toilet, but I can't hold it in anymore!"

"The toilet is ahead, just stick to it."

"Bastard, there is obviously a vending machine in front."

Some old man followed suit and some said worriedly: "This doesn't work, urinating and defecating anywhere is a light crime."

"Fasting, urinating anywhere is tradition!"

"It's a hooligan crime! His pants have been taken off, and public places are exposed..."

The monk was anxious to stop this indecent behavior, but it was too late and the faucet was turned on.

"It's a mess." The monk took a few steps back and couldn't help but feel pessimistic about the future. Can leading such a group of people really make the future of the island country better?

With the first person taking the lead, the others followed suit and drank beer all night, and floods had been brewing in their bladder.

The road immediately became cheerful, and the sound of water flowing everywhere.

"Hmm? Is there a dog here?" The drunk man who released his nature looked at a native dog in the alley.

The local dog seemed to be looking for food and walking at night, but was startled by his own group of men who released their nature.

I don’t know if it was because of the hallucination when I was drunk, but he always felt that the dog’s eyes were full of humanity, and he looked at him with disdain when he looked at him.

Being looked down upon by a dog?

"Um Gugu!!" Shaking his head, the drunk man became angry. It would be fine if his wife was looked down upon at home, but why would he be looked down upon by a dog when he was away?

He held his belt and turned the muzzle: "Fire!"

With his feet holding the iron cannon, he fired the projectile out in one go!

However, this local dog reacted very quickly, and used all four legs to avoid the attack of the iron cannon. The deadly iron cannon strike passed by the corner of the wall.

"Hmm?" The drunk man wanted to turn his gun and attack again, but he could no longer find the local dog.

The iron cannon is still shooting, but there is no even opponent.

"It's really fast, it's lucky." He lifted his pants and the drunk man looked like a general who had won the victory, and his joyful look was beyond words.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, there was an extraordinary monster in the alley just now, and I repelled it." He was still raising his pants as he said.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Under the street lights and neon lights on the street, a group of people who were determined to change the future of the island country were stumbled and walked.

But under the warm night, Xiao Q only felt endless humiliation. It was extraordinary and was pointed at by humans with that thing and letting water go!

Why is this person like a dog? Is he urinating and demarcating the territory?

But I don’t know which dog in Tokyo is its territory.

It went to the Nakano District tonight to relax and patrol the Crystal Palace of its ears. Unexpectedly, it would have encountered such a situation. It would be a great humiliation and a great humiliation of dogs. It would make other extraordinary jokes if it was told.

Xiao Q wished he could transform on the spot, and took a few moves of wind to tear the guy who offended him into pieces.

"How can I repair it!"

It ran through the city with its legs spreading, and suddenly ran past others and even felt the horror of ghosts.

The more you think about it, the more angry you feel. The more angry you feel.

I can't extricate myself, just do it!

It is worth noting that where did you have such anger in your entire life?

As he ran, Xiao Q simply stopped and stared at the direction where the drunkards were moving away. His sensitive nose seemed to smell the smell of urine.
Chapter completed!