The baton equipped by the old man's bodyguard is a standard two-stage police telescopic baton.

It's just a slight change. Sakakihara Raku took a quick look and found that the length of the hand guard was about 1.2 meters, which was a bit longer than the average 1-meter-long telescopic baton.

This is a bit longer than the Japanese samurai swords we usually see in movies and TV series.

Not only has the length increased a bit, but the material has also been changed from all aluminum to alloy.

Just by holding it on the gauntlet, Sakakibara could feel the heavy weight of the metal rod in his hand.

Designed like this, it undoubtedly gives up most of the portability of the baton.

In contrast, the sturdiness and power have also been greatly improved.

...

Sakakihara held it with one hand and pointed the round tip of the baton at the two bodyguards waiting in front of the corridor.

One of the remaining two has a bald head, the other has a hunched head, a broad body and thick waist, and both are at least 1.87 meters tall.

Even if they are wearing slim-fitting suits, they can't hide the muscles they have developed over a long period of time.

Once you stand in this narrow corridor, you will find two iron towers that you can't get past.

In comparison, Sakakibara Raku is shorter than them. Although his body has been exercised, it is not as exaggerated as his whole body muscles, which is much inferior.

He originally thought that the bodyguard hired by the old man in front of him would take him lightly because of his young age, but judging from the current standard preparation posture, it was obvious that the remaining two people would not let go.

While Sakakibara picked up his baton and observed the status of the two of them, the bald bodyguard took the lead. He raised his arm high, stepped forward, and tried his best to draw the stick in his hand towards Sakakibara.

Sakakihara stepped back slightly, distanced himself, and grasped the handle tightly with both hands. His retreat also gave his body time to get out of position. The moment he tightened his grip on the handle, he stepped forward with his foot.

With a twist and a turn of the wrist, the arm, from bottom to top, hit the baton drawn by the bald bodyguard at an angle that was reversed.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene occurred

——The alloy baton bent inward and flew out.

The moment Sakakibara fought back, the baton in the bald bodyguard's hand was irresistibly detached from his hand as if it had received an unstoppable force, and then spun one thousand and one hundred times in the air at a speed that was difficult to observe with the naked eye.

Eighteen degrees, it was stuck upside down on the ceiling above our heads and embedded in the cement.

The gravel fell, and the resonance from the metal echoed overhead...

...?

The bald bodyguard looked confused when he saw his hands were empty and his palms were red.

Before he had time to think about it, a metal rod roared into the air and came towards him.

——Sakakihara Raku didn’t want to say anything useless.

The bald bodyguard relied on years of experience to barely react. He quickly raised his arms to defend himself, but the force of the baton was much stronger than he imagined.

Directly cut off his strong hand bones.

The unpredictable pain made him grit his teeth and tremble. This was a feeling he had never experienced in his entire career.

But even so, he still roared and approached Sakakibara, using his other hand to cooperate with his teammates to restrain him.

The idea is correct.

But the reality... the bodyguards who came behind him were stunned.

Sakakibara's other hand clamped down on the bald bodyguard's throat. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as the movie and TV show of lifting an adult with one hand... it didn't move at all.

The roaring sprint was just a flashback of anger. The bald bodyguard was still a normal person, and his body functions caused him to faint under the unbearable severe pain.

He casually threw his bald head aside and placed it on top of the bodyguard who had fainted earlier.

At the feet of a high school student fell two strong-backed men, adults who had been trained in the police academy.

——Seeing this bizarre and monster-like scene, the remaining big-backed man was a little afraid to step forward.

But when he looked back, he saw Soichiro Tenkai with a serious look on his face.

When I think about my monthly salary of 1.5 million yen.

When I think of my wife who loves me very much at home.

Then I think about my daughter who calls her "Daddy" every time she comes home.

He still firmed up his attitude, came to his senses, gritted his teeth, pointed at Sakakibara Raku in front, and decided to carry out the order given by his boss just now.

--superior!

...

Three seconds later, another person stood in front of Sakakihara Raku's feet.

"..."

Ying Guizhong was completely speechless at the side.

Although I understand that the young master exercises every day and must be much stronger than his peers, but is this already beyond the limit?

I don't know what to say at all...

Young Master, is this the legendary natural power?

If he hadn't seen this scene with his own eyes, he would never have imagined such a scene.

Amkai Soichiro glanced at the alloy baton stuck on the ceiling on the right, and was also speechless.

As for the bodyguards who were unconscious on the spot.

well...

Sakakihara Raku actually didn't want to embarrass them.

They are just paid workers.

Sakakihara threw the baton aside and said to the old man standing in front:

"Grandpa, can you listen to me now?"

"..."

Amkai Soichiro was silent.

He has never faced such an experience since he was born in Tianhai's family.

——Coercion of force.

Although this bastard boy obviously has no intention of taking action against his bad old man.

But the three people gathered at his feet invisibly elevated his status.

"Grandpa, I just want to say a few words to you."

"Now that it's come to this, what else is there to say?"

Sakakihara Raku's expression is serious.

So serious that Soichiro Amkai had to look at the bastard in front of him again.

The two grandfathers and grandsons just stared at each other.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

"..."

Ying Guizhong knew that even if the young master just wanted to say a few words to the master, he was completely against the master's wishes...

Regardless of status or kinship, the master is undoubtedly the superior one.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! From the social and cultural levels, it is destined that the young master cannot disobey the master, and the master will also be displeased because of the disobedience of the younger generation.

This will make the relationship between the two people extremely contradictory and embarrassing...

well...

Sakura Guizhong can remember this scene.

This is how the young master treated the master in the past.

Even more outrageous than the young master. When he was young and vigorous, he directly said to the master, "You are not my father."

The master was naturally furious at that time and imprisoned the young master for three months.

After the young master came out, he found an opportunity to run to the UK, and soon the news spread that he was getting married...

The relationship between father and son has also become extremely cold.

When the master found out, his expression didn't change at all.

But as someone who has been with the master for so many years, he certainly knows that the master has anger and frustration in his heart.

Because the young master is the master's son... and also the first child born to the master and his wife...

No matter what, the master has some love for the young master.

——Now, this familiar scene reappears again.

Although the young master and the master are not directly related by blood, no matter in terms of his relationship with the master, or the identity that the master himself arranged for him.
To be continued...