Chapter 405: I'll Go to the Tree

Chapter 405: I'll Go to the Tree

Aoba felt as if he was playing a game of 'tidying up luggage'. Through 'Hmm?' and 'Mm.', two different tones remotely controlled the little fatty tool man.

It could be considered to have temporarily cured the little fatty's...

Looking at the successful baggage, the little fatty had a bitter face, but Aoba was very satisfied.

Before and after the contrast was like Han Hong and Han Han, although the name after the acronym were HH, but the fucking tonnage was obviously not the same!

After finally settling the luggage, Aoba saw that the little fatty was still staring at the messy things on the ground with a reluctant expression. He directly carried the little fatty out without a word.

He finally understood that it was useless to talk nicely to this little fatty. He had to make him afraid of you and use orders and forced methods to increase the little fatty's efficiency.

When he brought the little fatty away from Konoha, the several gate guards were still old acquaintances. They just casually glanced at him and decisively let him go.

What a joke, how many blind people dared to provoke this uncle?

Although the Hokage's office had written a statement to deny the rumors, it proved that the whole thing was a prank.

But before the statement was made, everyone was smiling, afraid that Shinomiya would point at them and say, "I don't like you."

If Shinomiya looked at anyone in the crowd, he would immediately turn around and run!

It could be seen how terrifying Shinomiya's reputation was at that time!

.........

Along the way, I would get on the tree... Aww shucks, it was me, Ito Shoki, who proved in action how timid and fearful I am...

Even a rabbit could whisk him away, and eventually froze and climbed a large tree with agile hands to avoid the 'rabbit so cute' chase.

This name was indeed correct.

Aoba, who had witnessed the entire process, could even feel an aura of loneliness from the rabbit that had left.

It was as if other animals had always been chasing it. One day, it would finally be able to chase the 'four-legged sheep' to the tree.

It wanted to ask, yes! Who!

Then Aoba raised his hand.

Then, Aoba saw some fellows in suits cursing these people who were working, and if they were a little uncomfortable, they would punch and kick.

The people who were beaten would curl up their bodies to block their vital points without saying a word, allowing them to be hit and scolded.

The people around them acted as if they had not seen this scene, doing what they should do, or they had long been used to this kind of life.

The little fatty hid behind Aoba in fear. Aoba's eyes were cold as he remembered the appearances of these people.

After he cleaned up Gato first, he would clean up all the scum.

At this moment, those in black suits also noticed them. One of them walked over and asked arrogantly, "What are you two doing?"

Aoba, who had already put away his forehead guard and changed his clothes, patted the little fatty calmly, indicating that it was time for him to appear.

The little fatty trembled and said, "I came to find my father. My father is Gato."

Just as he was about to mock the little fatty and say, "You actually came here to find your father. Do you want me to be your father?" The suited man immediately changed his expression when he heard the name'

"You said that you are Gato-sama's son? What proof do you have?"

That person no longer dared to be arrogant and only asked cautiously.

"My name is Ito Shoki. I came back from Konoha. You can go and verify it with my father."

After hearing the little fatty's words, the other party did not dare to delay and immediately sent someone to report it to Gato-sama.

The suited man squeezed out a smile from his face, "I have already sent someone to inform Gato-sama. Do you want to go with me to rest first?".

Seeing Aoba nod, the little fatty mustered up the courage to agree.

The suited man who noticed this immediately pretended to ask inadvertently, "Oh right, I haven't asked for advice. This is?".

"Bodyguard."

Aoba spat out these two words like gold. The suited man didn't dare to ask any further, because before confirming the identity of the little fatty, he also didn't know whether this guy was a bodyguard sent by Gato-sama or a bodyguard hired by the little fatty himself.

Moreover, this obviously involved Gato-sama's family affairs. The more he knew, the faster he might die.

So he simply closed his mouth and concentrated on leading the way.