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Amuro also bowed gracefully.

Azusa Enomoto raised his head and saw a handsome man walk in, his sculpted facial features were almost perfect, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a warm arc.

From the point of view of appearance, it is still slightly youthful, but the eyes like dawn are as deep and mysterious as the night sky.

"Such a handsome person, I originally thought that Mr. Amuro was already very handsome, and it seemed to be worse than him..." Azusa Enomoto's cheeks were slightly red.

"You're the one I met in the morning," Amuro said unexpectedly.

"That, how to say it... I am the new owner of this shop. Otoi Hiroshi touched the back of his head and said.

"Hello, my name is Toru Amuro, this is Azusa Enomoto, there are only two of us in this shop for the time being." Amuro took the initiative to extend his hand.

Otoi Hiroshi also stretched out his hand to shake him: "Otoi Hiroshi, who is considered to be a disciple of the Maori detective upstairs, took this shop down for convenience."

"You're really young and promising." Amuro said.

"It's just that I rely on my family, if I don't have trouble here, I won't come here because I still have to go to school." Hiroshi Otoi said.

"Wouldn't you, high school student? Or college students? Azusa Enomoto covered her mouth and asked in surprise.

"Sophomore year of high school." Otoi replied with a smile.

"It's really powerful." Amuro laughed.

"Please go and sit down over there first, I don't know what flavor you like to drink?"

"Iced coffee is good, thanks."

After a brief chat about the operation of the store, Otoi Hiroshi said that he would not interfere too much, as long as they followed the previous model.

If you need funds, you can always contact yourself, and by the way, you have left the contact information to the two of them.

Watching Otoi Hiroshi leave, Azusa Enomoto quickly tugged on Amuro's cuffs: "Na, I really didn't expect this new boss to be so handsome, and his luck is good." "

Good luck," Amuro muttered as he looked at Otoihiro's departing back.

When he said the surname Otoi, Amuro had a faint guess.

It's just that why did the people of the Otoi Foundation come here specifically to buy a café that is not too big or small?

He also said that he was a disciple of Maori Kogoro....

......

At night, Amuro finished his work and spoke on the phone with Belmod on the side of the road.

Suddenly, the siren of police cars sounded throughout the city, breaking the quiet of the night.

"The Metropolitan Police Department informed the units that the target was a navy blue car and was fleeing in the direction of National Highway 20."

"As soon as you find the target vehicle, stop it immediately and ask."

Notifications from the Metropolitan Police Department are constantly received in the microphone of the police car.

In the night, a police motorcycle closely followed the target vehicle, reporting the situation to the Metropolitan Police Department at any time.

And keep parallel to the target vehicle: "Please stop on the left right away, stop quickly!" Seeing

this, the prisoner smiled coldly and directly controlled the vehicle to lean in the direction of the police motorcycle.

"Ugh!"

In a commotion, the policeman was knocked to the ground.

The tense friction of car tires against the ground like the roar of a wild horse alarmed Toru Amuro, who was talking on the side of the road.

He hurriedly climbed over the railing and ran towards the wounded policeman.

I saw the policeman curled up on the ground in pain, and the motorcycle was lying on the side of the road.

"Are you all right?" Amuro helped him up.

Stretched out his hand and felt it a little on his leg, and then said calmly: "It seems that your leg seems to be broken, can you contact people yourself?" "

Hmm." The policeman nodded.

"Well, lend me the car!" Amuro slowly lowered him to the ground and ran towards the motorcycle.

"Borrow, borrow your car?" The policeman was surprised.

Seeing Amuro Toru lifting up the car with his own care, and then straddling it all at once, he hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Wait, wait a minute... Hey..."

How can ordinary citizens ride away police motorcycles....

But Amuro had already skillfully put on the helmet, then turned the throttle handle, and with a beautiful tail flick, the car started and chased towards the target vehicle.

The police motorcycle constantly flashed red, while Amuro Toru drove the motorcycle steadily through the highway.

On the left side of the front is the viaduct.

Amuro stared at the vibrations of the engine. At the turn, he flicked his tail with a beautiful turn and drove straight in.

For the rest of the day, only the roar of the engine and the grinding of tires during the hard braking could be heard, and he constantly passed through the gaps in the surrounding vehicles, leaving the crowd of vehicles and the roadside scenery behind.

During this time, he even had the kung fu to say hello to the young couple in the car next to him.

The prisoners in front heard the honking of the Amuro policeman's motorcycle and hurriedly accelerated to escape.

A tail flick knocked the truck with cardboard boxes on the side.

Then, I saw countless cardboard boxes flying towards Amuro behind the truck.

Amuro dodged and the helmet on his head was suddenly smashed down by the cardboard box.

I saw that he immediately turned the front of the car and braked sharply, completed a 360-degree tail flick, and grabbed the helmet flying in the air with one hand.

Then leave the grip with both hands and put the helmet on.

"According to article 71, paragraph 4, of the Road Traffic Act, helmets must be worn when driving large two-wheeled motor vehicles... That's right. He muttered with a smile.

This is what Kenji Ogiwara's sister Chisu Ogihara once said to him.

Just as the target vehicle disappeared from view, he quickly chased after it again.

At this moment, a red Ferrari with bright colors passed by him, rolling up a gust of wind.

The bursting roar was like the roar of a beast breaking free of its reins, and the other party overtook him in a tight moment, and then clinging to the edge of the main road to complete an incredible drift and turn.

I only saw that the red taillight flashed like a teleportation and disappeared from sight.

"Hey, this person is also too crazy, is it a drag racing party?" Amuro was surprised.

However, there is no time to pay attention to him for the time being, and the priority now is to stop the target vehicle.

So he turned the throttle to maximum horsepower and rushed forward.

He did not expect that the indescribable exaggerated operation in his eyes was completed by Otoi Hiroshi smoking a cigarette in one hand and turning the steering wheel with one hand.

When he came out of the bend, not even the half-length soot on the cigarette butt had fallen.

After chasing him all the way, the prisoner managed to escape to the vicinity of the pier.

There was no one around, only the heading lights on the pier were shining, and it was very quiet.

He glanced back, the police motorcycle did not follow behind, and finally slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then a violent roar suddenly broke the tranquility, and he turned back sharply, and saw a crimson Ferrari speeding behind him, a sideways tail flick directly in front of him.

[Question: Who is the author of "Seven Steps Poem"? 】