Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

An Zeliang suddenly spoke up to stop the other man, pointing to the baseball bat in his hand amidst his puzzled gaze, and said, "Since it's a duel between men, it should be decided with fists. Only the weak rely on weapons, right?"

"Of course, if you want to admit that you are the weaker one, then I don't care."

An Zeliang remained calm.

After hearing this, the samurai-headed thug paused for a moment, then looked down at the baseball bat in his hand.

"Brother, that's how it's always like in the movies. Real men don't use weapons in one-on-one fights."

Several of his underlings crowded around and started talking.

"Moreover, I've heard that in reality, gang leaders settle personal scores with their fists. Anyone who uses weapons in a fight will be looked down upon!"

“We’re outnumbered and outgunned, and we’re armed. The worst part is he’s just a high school student. If he tells anyone about this, we’ll be laughed at!”

"Yeah, it's embarrassing to make such a mess of disciplining a student, even if it doesn't get out!"

"And if Jiechuan and his gang find out, they'll definitely make fun of us about this..."

"As a man, how could you leave behind such a dark history!"

Listening to his underlings' discussion, the samurai-headed thug suddenly felt the baseball bat in his hand getting hot.

really……

Why did I have to use a weapon just to teach a high school student a lesson?

If others found out, they would definitely use it as a reason to laugh at me!

Most importantly, what if Miss Reiko finds out...

How can I even look at him then!

Absolutely, absolutely, we cannot let this happen!

"Cough! All done!"

The samurai-headed thug raised his hand, signaling his underlings to quiet down.

He looked at An Zeliang again, tossed the baseball bat aside, and snorted, "I never said I was going to teach you a lesson with a weapon! You just said what I was going to say beforehand!"

"Let's have a fair and just duel between men now, since I have no weapons at hand!"

"Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish." An Zeliang twisted his shoulders and smiled.

Just as he was about to make his move, the samurai-headed thug suddenly spoke up.

"A long sack!"

"Ok?"

The samurai-headed thug pointed to the backpack on his back and said, "Kid, put your backpack down first, so you won't be unable to unleash your full power and get beaten down by me."

"Besides, what will you do if you break any of the books or tools inside, and then go to school tomorrow?"

"?"

An Zeliang didn't expect this little rascal to be so considerate.

He smiled.

then.

He put his schoolbag aside and confronted the samurai leader.

The wind howled and blew, making the hoodlum's hair look like that of a warrior!

With a cough, the two rushed at each other simultaneously.

The next moment, when the coughing underling rubbed his nose and came to his senses, he heard a shrill scream and saw an unbelievable scene.

"Boss!"

A group of thugs were dumbfounded.

The leader was already pinned under his feet, powerless to retaliate.

In just one glance...

"What are you all standing there for! Hurry up and save the boss!"

"The boss just said he wanted a one-on-one fight. Even if he gets killed, we can't interfere."

"Baka yarou! Are you Baka?! Save people first!"

Several thugs then rushed up to try and save the samurai leader.

But in just one exchange, An Zeliang took them down one by one.

Several people cried out in pain, writhing like maggots.

Without weapons, they are no match at all!

The samurai leader, clutching his stomach, snapped out of his daze and yelled to his underlings, "Damn it! How is this guy so strong?! Everyone, let's go! Meet at the usual spot!"

After saying that, he led the way and ran away.

The thugs also fled in panic.

An Zeliang, however, was not prepared to let them off so easily.

He followed.

The thugs turned around and saw that the guy was still chasing them, which made them tremble with fear.

"Damn it! He caught up with us!!"

"Boss, there's no road ahead!"

"But there's still a door! Let's go through the door first!"

The group shouted and rushed into the front yard.

This was a detached villa with a courtyard. Because the villa's gate was not closed, the thugs, with nowhere to escape, took the opportunity to run inside.

An Zeliang followed them in leisurely and blocked them in the courtyard.

then.

He noticed that several people had stopped in the yard, with their backs to him.

Why have you stopped running?

An Zeliang rubbed his fists as he walked up, ready to teach the delinquent youths a lesson and try to reform them under his tutelage, so that he could gain some great merit.

result.

He found several delinquents standing there, trembling, as if they had seen something terrifying.

An Zeliang only realized it when he got closer.

It turned out that a disfigured male corpse was lying in front of a group of thugs.

Chapter 27, Section 27: The wronged thug, shrouded in mystery.

Anze frowned when he saw the corpse on the ground.

"You actually broke into someone's home and killed someone?!"

Upon hearing this, the thugs panicked.

"Don't frame us! We didn't kill anyone; he was already dead when we came in!"

"Yes, yes, we may not be good people, but we would never do something like murder!"

"Don't look down on us just because we're thugs. We thugs have moral principles too!"

"Exactly! Even if we can't afford to eat, we would never kill someone!"

"I've never run a red light in my entire life, and I've never done anything illegal. How could I possibly kill someone? You idiot! How could you frame us like this?!"

The thugs were furious, their faces flushed red, as if they had been wronged by a great injustice.

It's clear that these guys aren't intelligent enough to be murderers; they'd probably struggle to even kill a chicken.

People like them are at best like street thugs. Most of them are immature and like to show off their 'strength' and 'loyalty,' and they don't even qualify as biker gangs.

Just as An Zeliang was thinking, he saw several thugs take out their cell phones and start making calls.

An Zeliang initially thought they were going to call for reinforcements, and then he heard...

"Hello? Is this a police officer? Yes, I need to report a crime! I saw someone dead!"

"Officer, someone has been murdered here. My name is Takeru Satoh, and I'm a witness! It happened right here at xx..."

"Police officers, please come quickly! Someone is framing us!"

"........."

An Zeliang's eye twitched as he watched the thugs' behavior.

It's confirmed that the body has nothing to do with them.

After a short pause, while waiting for the police, An Zeliang stepped forward and examined the body.

The body was that of a male who had been strangled. There was a deep purple mark on his throat, his pupils were dilated in pain, his tongue was sticking out and had turned purplish-black, and his face was full of pain, as if he had been strangled alive.

Looking at the gruesome state of the corpse, An Zeliang frowned, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart. However, as the simulated memory of ruthlessness was awakened, this feeling quickly subsided.

During his time as a gang leader, he had become accustomed to fighting and killing, and to corpses.

An Zeliang carefully examined the ligature marks on the corpse's neck, which made his neck inexplicably tighten. He suddenly remembered his experience of being strangled to death by a scumbag killer in a previous simulation.

Could it be her? The serial killer of scumbag boyfriends!?

The deceased was male, and he was strangled to death...

An Zeliang frowned slightly, deep in thought.

Although all the evidence points to a "scumbag killer," it is only speculation, and we will have to wait for professionals to arrive before we can draw any conclusions.

About twenty minutes later, the police arrived at the scene, which made An Zeliang want to complain.

If someone actually encounters the murderer and chooses to call the police, given this response time, the murderer will have already fled far away by the time the police arrive to collect the body.