He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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When his mother came out, Nikaido put the blond-haired man down as well.

"You bastard!" the man with the pompadour yelled, raising his fist as he charged forward.

Just as he was about to step forward to fight, he was stopped by the scarred man, who pointed to the folding knife on the ground.

Ordinary brawls might be resolved with a warning from the police, but armed brawls are a completely different story.

There are many police officers on the commercial street, and if they find out, I might end up in a juvenile detention center for a while, just like the second-in-command, Kitano Jiro.

"Let's go!" the scarred man urged.

The two men quickly helped the blond-haired man, whose face was bruised and swollen, escape from the scene.

At the door, he threatened, "I'll remember you, Misaki Nikaido. Wait till I get my men here, and your lousy ramen shop will be closed down!!!"

After saying that, he spat on the ground at the doorway.

"I'll be waiting right here. Come on if you dare!" Nikaido shouted at their backs from the doorway.

Afraid of him? How can you be the boss of Sakura High School then?

Many customers in the ramen shop were so frightened that they ran away before even finishing their noodles.

The customers who had been lingering at the door, hesitating about whether to eat ramen, all left.

Nikaido's mother was trembling with fear. Unlike Nikaido, she had never been exposed to much violence growing up.

This is the first time I've encountered something like this, and the ones fighting are my own daughters. There's even a knife on the ground. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

"Misaki, are you alright?" Nikaido's mother asked with concern, her hands trembling.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Mom." Nikaido leaned closer to comfort his mother.

"Yes, call the police, call the police."

"No, no, Mom, they won't be back for a while."

Calling the police won't do any good; at most, they'll just arrest these minors and put them in for ideological education.

Furthermore, Nikaido, a delinquent student, is also a frequent visitor to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing this, Shirakawa finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," Shirakawa said, heading straight for the kitchen.

"There's no toilet in the kitchen! Hey, Shirakawa! Don't do anything stupid!" Nikaido shouted.

She wanted to go with them, but her mother was frightened and she certainly couldn't leave her alone.

Shirakawa went to the kitchen, took out the blood-red fang mask that Cecilia had given him from his pocket, put the "things" he was supposed to bring in a plastic bag, grabbed a baseball bat, and chased after them through the back door.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

They've been nagging for ages, and Shirakawa was already annoyed enough, but they've scared Nikaido's mother like this.

If they bring their men to our door, and Nikaido is outnumbered...

Shirakawa didn't even dare to think about it.

He wanted to nip any potential for Nikaido's downfall in the bud.

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Three delinquents arrived at a quiet alley full of trash cans and took a break there.

"Damn it! Damn it!" The man with the pompadour kicked at the trash on the ground, venting his anger. "Big brother, I can still fight! How can we just slink away like this..."

"Stop bothering me!" the scarred man yelled back. "I've told you not to pull out a knife in public, don't pull out a knife! Look what you've done!"

"No, my brothers got beaten up like this, I can't just do nothing!" the pompadour guy retorted. "I can't beat her."

The sheer force of Nikaido's surprise attack completely stunned the three delinquents.

It's like a lioness facing off against a pack of wolves. If the wolves all come together, they'll likely win, but it's the lioness's domineering presence that makes them silently accept defeat.

"Big brother...cough cough, cough cough," the blond-haired man was so badly beaten that he couldn't even speak.

"Quiet down, everyone. I need to call the boss." The scarred man took out his phone, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Although the man with the pompadour and the blond man kept calling him "Big Brother," the scarred man was at most a small-time thug with average fighting skills at Chenghuang Middle School. The real boss was someone else.

The scarred man dialed his boss's number.

"Hello!" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Um, boss, that's right, blondie's been seriously injured. Could you send someone to take him to the hospital?" The scarred man stammered.

The hospital is far from here, so someone on a motorcycle will need to take Huang Mao to the hospital.

"What happened?"

“We went to Nikaido’s ramen shop to cause trouble, and she just beat us up and kicked us out.”

"Didn't I tell you not to act rashly?!" the eldest brother shouted. "However, the three of you can't even beat a woman. You're a disgrace to the City God."

"Sorry, boss, we know we were wrong." The scarred man didn't dare to breathe too loudly in front of his boss.

"You asked for this beating. Don't cause trouble using the name of Chenghuang High School anymore. Just fend for yourselves."

"No, boss..."

"Wait, brother, listen, what's that sound?"

Da da da ding ding ding.

It's the sound of metal colliding with an uneven surface.

Follow the sound and look.

A boy dragging a metal baseball bat and wearing a chuunibyou-style mask with blood-red fangs slowly walked in.

The boy raised the baseball bat and slung it over his shoulder: "Good afternoon, everyone."

"You, who are you?"

"I'm a hero of justice because I'm interested in it." The boy pulled down his mask to make sure it was on properly.

"Of course, you call me Hero B."

95. Yoshioka, the eldest son of Chenghuang Middle School

The blond-haired man lay on the ground, incapacitated and barely a human being. The man with the pompadour and the scarred man sized up the boy in front of them.

He was still wearing the ramen shop uniform, and his hairstyle seemed familiar, but I just couldn't remember who he was.

"You immature brat, this isn't a place for you to fool around. Go somewhere cool and stay there." The scarred man didn't take him seriously and waved his hand, trying to shoo him away.

"You chuunibyou brats?" The boy slammed his baseball bat against the wall, making a crisp sound. "This baseball bat isn't a fake. I saw you causing trouble at the ramen shop. Today, I, the righteous hero B, will teach you a lesson!"

"You nosy, immature jerk." The scarred man looked around and saw that the alley was quiet and deserted, so he gave the man with the pompadour a wink.

The man with the pompadour understood, nodded, and took out his folding knife from the blond-haired man's pocket, pointing it directly at the boy.

"Get out of here! Or don't blame me for being impolite." The man with the pompadour brandished his knife, a cold glint flashing within it, sharp and dangerous.

They wanted to scare the boy away.

The boy sneered, took a step forward with his baseball bat slung over his shoulder, and said, "Since you've already pulled out a knife, then I won't hold back either."

No matter how much I tried to reason with them, it was no use; there was no reason for their accusations.

The nose of the plane wasn't intimidated at all.

Metal bats are heavy and slow; if you attack the instant after dodging the first attack, the opponent won't have time to retaliate.

This was his unique and rich experience in group fights, and the boy was also very thin and weak, so he did not pose a great threat to him.

He held a small knife, slowly stepped forward, and secretly stared at the boy's baseball bat, tempting him to swing first.

But the boy didn't make any movement, and his face was covered by a mask, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

Frightened?

"Don't blame me for not warning you, either beg for mercy now, or I'm going to take action." The boy carried a baseball bat in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket.

"Haha, let's get started." The man with the pompadour turned his head, patted his cheek, and shouted, "Come on, shoot here."

"Okay! Then hit me!"

Shirakawa grabbed a handful of chili powder from his pocket and swung it fiercely at the eyes of the man in the airplane-shaped hairstyle.

A small red mist immediately appeared in front of the boy, and in an instant, the boy's eyes felt as if they were on fire, burning with pain.

"Bastard, bastard! You only use such despicable tricks." The man with the pompadour cursed loudly, rubbing one hand incessantly and waving the small knife in the other.

The boy bent down slightly to dodge its attack, then swung the baseball bat and struck its knee.

"Ughhhhh!" the man with the pompadour screamed, collapsing to the ground, clutching his knee and groaning in pain.

Solve one, and there's one left.