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Chapter 7 Yuji Handa
In the afternoon, Misora, who had been helping Battle Rabbit extract the energy bottle, finished her rest. She walked into the kitchen in her soft pajamas, yawning, rubbing her sleepy eyes with one hand and supporting her head with the other.

The tip of my nose was gently touched by the faint fruity scent wafting in the air, and I instantly felt refreshed.

"smell good!"

She murmured, following the aroma to the dining table and finding Onoue Takumi cutting an apple.

Seeing Onoue Takumi busy at work, Misora ​​was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly teasingly: "Hey, it looks like dad has agreed to take you in."

Onoue Takumi held the cut apple in her hand, smiled slightly, and put the fruit plate on the table: "Yes, the manager is willing to take me in, I am really grateful."

At that moment, Onoue Takumi's tone was light with a hint of relief.

Misora ​​pulled up a chair and sat down. She picked up an apple and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth. She suddenly frowned, feeling a little uneasy. "Strange, it seems like I forgot something."

Onoue Takumi put down the knife, wiped his hands, and looked at her gently, as if teasing a child: "Do you need me to remind you?"

“I just can’t remember.”

Misora ​​scratched her head, trying to recall.

Just as she was racking her brains, Onoue smiled and reminded her, "That impatient guy called Longwo has already escaped. He said he was going to save his girlfriend."

Staring at Onoue Takumi's face, Misora ​​covered her face with her hands: "Ah, yes, how could I have forgotten about that suspect!"

These words exploded in Meikong's mind like a thunderbolt.

The apple in her hand almost fell to the ground. "Oh no! I actually forgot about this! He's so impulsive, he's definitely going to get into trouble!"

Onoue smiled and shook his head, his tone revealing a sense of comfort: "Don't worry, although that guy is reckless, he has his own persistence. Besides, we still have your Kamen Rider friend, right?"

"Do you know that Battle Rabbit is a Kamen Rider?"

"Yeah, I met them both back before."

Misora ​​was stunned for a moment, staring at Onoue Takumi's natural smile, and was a little dazed for a moment.

This guy looks handsome when he smiles?
In Faust's secret base, the cold light made everyone's face pale, and the air was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

Ishido Soichi transformed into Xue Qian, standing in front of a huge data screen, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, and his eyes coldly swept over the experimental subject data on the screen.

His fingers slid gently and finally stopped on a piece of document.

"Subject codename X129, number Handa Yuji."

His tone was low, and he looked at Utsumi meaningfully: "Where did you get the true origin of this experimental subject?"

Utsumi, standing nearby, was stunned. As Himuro Gentoku's assistant, he naturally held an important position at Faust. When he followed Xue Qian's finger and looked at the screen, his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the screen, there was a familiar face.

Yongji?

Utsumi muttered the name, and a huge wave of emotion suddenly surged in his heart. Although the face had matured a lot, he would never mistake it. It was Yuji, who grew up with him at the Namba Heavy Industries Orphanage.

"how?"

Xue Qian caught Nei Hai's gaffe, his eyes showing a hint of amusement: "Do you know him?"

"No, no."

Utsumi took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady, but he couldn't hide the slight tremor.

"I'm just feeling a little under the weather. The source of these experimental subjects is handled by lower-level employees, but the base suffered a fire some time ago, so it's difficult to find specific information at the moment." Xue Qian stared at him for a moment, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile: "Really? Then make some adjustments. The laboratory environment is not suitable for those with weak bodies."

This Onoue Takumi's real name is Handa Yuji. He should be one of the chess pieces sent by Nanba. Like the man in front of him, Utsumi Naruaki, he is also a chess piece of Nanba Heavy Industries.

However, this little bit of information still cannot explain the mystery surrounding him.
At least judging from Utsumi's performance just now, he has no idea what has happened to Handa Yuji recently.

But Utsumi could no longer take his eyes off the screen.

He stared at the words on the screen, and childhood memories kept emerging in his mind. They were all children who grew up together in the orphanage, and they were all children who swore allegiance to Namba Heavy Industries and were taken in by the chairman.
A complex emotion welled up in Utsumi's chest.

When did he come to Dongdu?

And why did he fall into Faust's hands and become an experimental subject?

The more Utsumi thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. The experimental subject information was concise and cold, recording the detailed process of Yongzhi's capture, experimentation, and transformation.

My fingertips curled up unconsciously, and an indescribable guilt surged in my heart.

He tried to convince himself to calm down, but found that even breathing became difficult.

Xue Qian sensed Nei Hai's emotional fluctuations and just laughed: "The follow-up work is left to you."

"clear."

Utsumi lowered his head and responded, forcing himself to calm down, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

In the small warehouse behind the coffee shop, Onoue Takumi was sweating profusely.

His upper body was naked, and his muscles looked particularly tight due to the high-intensity exercise. Sweat dripped along his contours, hitting the ground and turning into water stains.

The warehouse is filled with various homemade exercise equipment, each of which exudes a rough and practical feel.

Onoue Takumi grabbed a thick steel beam with both hands. This was a steel beam he had moved from the ruins and weighed over a hundred kilograms.

He took a deep breath, lifted the steel beam above his head, bent his knees slightly, and pushed it upward suddenly. The whole movement was done in one go, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Then he turned to the array of tires nearby, which were giant tires removed from old trucks.

He grasped the edge of the tire with one hand and used all his strength to flip it over. Each flip was accompanied by a dull thud, and the ground seemed to tremble with it. He persisted, and the tire scratched a long track in the warehouse.

Finally, he came to a set of chains, designed for explosive power training, which he tied around his waist and connected to a 200-kilogram cement block at the other end.

He gritted his teeth, pushed hard with his feet, and dragged the cement block forward in the warehouse with difficulty. The iron chain made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Takumi Onoue was sweating profusely, his muscles trembling slightly due to the high-intensity training. He held the heavy iron chain tightly in both hands and dragged hundreds of kilograms of cement blocks across the ground with difficulty.

The development of pure physical strength depends on this kind of persistent exercise.

"Battle Rabbit, Wanzhang has escaped. He took my phone, which has a location. You can find him based on the location."

Outside the warehouse door, Misora, who was talking on the phone, passed by accidentally. Through a dilapidated window, she saw Onoue Takumi who was undergoing high-intensity training.

"Forehead"

Zhantu on the other end of the phone was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's really annoying. What's the point of exercising here?"

This scene made Misora's face turn red instantly. She was not sure if she was shocked by the scene before her, and then she turned and ran away, leaving Ooe Takumi standing there, scratching his head in confusion.

(End of this chapter)