My second life is a bit strange?

Kaguya silently gazed at the other person's profile.

"Bye-bye~" After saying goodbye to Kaguya, Eriri left together.

As they exited the school gate, Eriri asked, "Do you think there's something fishy about this?"

"Why do you think Ogino Hikaru is simultaneously generating buzz while acting like he's letting the other party off the hook?"

Eriri, without many hidden thoughts, couldn't understand the underlying reason.

"That means Ishigami has something that the other party is wary of. Once we figure out what it is, the truth will come out."

Kaede escorted Eriri to the crossroads: "Are you sure you can go home alone?"

"Can you please stop asking me every day? I'm not a child anymore, I can go home by myself." Eriri blushed and looked at the person next to her with a proud expression.

"Would you like to come with me to the boxing gym and take a look?"

Eriri perked up. She hadn't gone to see it yet, but she wondered if people would misunderstand her if she went, thinking she was his girlfriend.

"You don't need to worry about the boxing gym being full of muscular men. There's also a girl about our size named Ayaka, who's incredibly strong."

"Yes, I want to go."

Eriri, who was still hesitating, immediately spoke up after hearing this.

There are girls everywhere! Seriously!

"Feng is here?" The eldest sister, holding a bamboo pole, still looked as dashing as ever.

Feng changed his clothes, wrapped his hands in bandages, and began to warm up. Feng's punches were incredibly fast, so fast that they were almost invisible, as sharp as blades, and they made a series of loud thuds as they hit the sandbags.

After warming up, he dragged the others to the ring to spar a few more times. A year of hard work had made his body stronger, with beautifully defined muscles, unlike the explosive look of a typical big guy.

"Feng, your course is over, and your movements are already very standard. What you lack now is a lot of combat experience."

"Then all we need to do is find someone to fight in the arena, right?" Feng looked at the others with ill intent.

The boxers were startled when they saw this, and quickly pretended to be training, acting as if they were very busy.

“Yes, this will take a lot of time, you can’t rush it. Just being a boxer isn’t enough. I have a recommended candidate who can help you grow quickly.” Sister Nana handed over a business card.

Kaede looked at the name Nitta Yoshifumi on the business card: "Is he a good fighter?"

"What's the use of knowing how to fight? He has connections, he's in the underworld. And the capable person I'm talking about isn't him, it's his subordinate. You'll see when you get there."

“Normally he would never let people go, but I heard he recently adopted a daughter and is planning to quit. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"Why is the brat acting like this all of a sudden? I'm not used to it. You can come over and play sometime in the future."

"Thank you." Feng smiled happily, wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, changed his clothes, and took Eriri to the street to hail a taxi.

I dropped her off on the way and then went to the riverbank alone to look for a building called Luchuan.

"The Ashikawa Group... it sounds like the underworld. Ah, found it." Feng looked up at the four-story building in front of him, with the words "Ashikawa" written on the sign.

As soon as I pushed open the glass door, I heard strange noises coming from inside.

"I love him! (It hurts)"

"I love him!"

Feng saw the mess on the ground, shattered glass, and a broken baseball bat.

I have indeed arrived in a strange place.

Chapter Sixty-One Chaos

Feng quietly went up to the second floor, where two people were guarding the stairs.

The guard also saw Feng, and his attire made the guard pause for a moment.

"Hey, this isn't a place for high school students, get out."

As he spoke, he pulled out a baton from his pocket and swung it down. Feng quickly raised his hands and said, "I'm leaving now." However, the other person was not going to let him go and followed.

Feng turned around, took two steps, then suddenly turned around and threw his schoolbag at them.

"You brat!" One of them cried out in pain, crouching down and clutching his head, blood dripping down his cheek.

Before the other person could react, she quickly moved closer, grabbed his wrist and twisted it. The sharp pain made the thug release his grip, and the baton fell to the ground and rolled down the stairs with a clatter.

Feng's fist struck him hard in the abdomen like a bayonet. The pain made the man double over, collapsing to the ground like a boiled shrimp, groaning, "I love him~"

This was the first time Feng had ever actually fought with someone. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, picked up his backpack, dusted off the dust, and disgustedly used the other person's clothes to wipe the blood off the backpack.

Then tear the clothes into pieces, restrain the two people, carry them to a hidden location, and gag them: "Keep an eye on my bag."

The other party nodded repeatedly in fright. Feng heard the sounds of fierce fighting coming from the innermost room, so he carefully approached and peered inside through the crack.

A group of people surrounded the three people in the middle: a fat man, a blond man, and an old man who was covered up and was leaning on a cane.

"What a bizarre combination," Feng remarked.

"Yoshifumi Nitta, you didn't expect this, did you? I spread false information and transferred all your men away. Today, I'm going to wipe you all out of Ashikawa."

Nitta's face was very ugly, and the old man next to him said, stretching his neck: "We've been idle for a few days, it's finally time to get back to work, and this time I want double pay."

Despite his elderly build, his voice was surprisingly deep and resonant.

"please."

The figure continued to expand until it became a muscular man with an Astro Boy hairstyle, who then took off his cape.

"Monster! Monster!!"

Feng, who was hiding behind the door, was also startled.

Is this some kind of bone-shrinking technique?

"Did I scare you?" Chiba Takayuki didn't take these people seriously. Instead, he looked through them toward the door and met Kaede's gaze.

"Stop pretending!" Fear of the unknown caused the gangsters to rush forward with weapons in hand.

"It's me~~"

This person struck the exact same pose as Bruce Lee and kicked the person charging at the front a long distance away.

The sounds of fighting inside clouded Feng's judgment. By the time he heard the whistling of a stick coming from inside, it was too late to fight back. He turned around and was hit on the head with a stick. He stumbled and crashed through the door, knocking over two people in the process.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"what!"

Some people turned to deal with him. Seeing the people surrounding him, Feng quickly sprang to his feet, not having time to check his injuries, and assumed a fighting stance.

He adopted a boxing stance, holding his fists in front of his head, and looked for the right moment to dodge the opponent's attack.

He kicked him in the knee, and as the man lost his balance, he knocked him unconscious with a knee strike.

"You brat, don't get too cocky." The stick whistled through the air.

Feng, like a ghost, instead lunged at his opponent, pressing against his arm with his shoulder and deflecting the attack.

Clamping the enemy's arm, he delivered a straight punch to the ribs, finishing off another man.

Feng's ears twitched. Hearing a noise behind him, he quickly turned around and saw a gleaming knife coming straight at him.

Just as I was about to dodge, my ankle was grabbed.

Oh no!

"You can't hold back in a fight."

The knife stopped a few centimeters in front of his head, the cold glint of the blade stinging him painfully, and cold sweat pouring down his back.

Chiba Takayuki snatched the dagger, slapped the man away, and pulled Kaede up.

Feng looked around and saw that all the enemies around him had been defeated by the man in front of him.

[Outrageously strong.]

"Brother, what gang are you from? Thanks a lot." The fat man gratefully extended his hand.

"I didn't help much either." Feng scratched his hair, but touched a wet, warm liquid. Looking at the blood on his palm, a throbbing pain shot through his head.

He endured the pain and extended his other hand to shake hands with the other person: "I'm here to see Nitta. I would like to ask Mr. Chiba Takayuki to be my coach."

"Coach?" Chiba Takayuki himself was puzzled. He had always been involved in the underground forces and had never been asked to be a coach before.

“That won’t do. Chiba is my half-brother.” Nitta was reluctant to let go of his capable lieutenant.

"I see..." Feng felt a little regretful and was thinking of an excuse to leave when he heard Nitta say again, "It costs more money."

"..." Feng was silent for a moment before asking, "How much?"

"Just kidding. By the way, how did you find me?" Nitta looked Kaede up and down to make sure he had never seen him before.

Feng handed him the business card that Sister Nana had given him.

"Is this my business card?" Nitta flipped the card over; there was a note left by Nana-nee on the back.

[Lend Chiba to my younger brother for a while.]

Nitta's lips twitched slightly as he sighed, "What a troublesome woman. Remember to give her back to me when I need Chiba."

After saying that, he handed Feng another business card: "If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can come to me."

Chiba Takayuki examined his injury: "It's just a minor cut; you'll be fine after a bandage when you get back."

"Thank you. Since there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Feng went to the door to pick up his schoolbag. As he walked out of the building, a gust of cold air hit him, making him feel much more awake.

"I've been dragged into this trouble for no reason." He could even hear the shrill screams coming from inside the building.

I shivered and walked down the street. It was late at night and there weren't many people on the street. It was unusually hard to get a taxi today. I walked for a while but didn't see one.

My mother called, sounding worried.

"No need to trouble yourself, I'll be home in one more walk. No need, you guys go to sleep first. Okay, bye-bye."

After hanging up the phone and saying goodnight to Eriri, I enjoyed the tranquility of the night alone.

He hadn't taken a walk alone late at night in a long time. As he walked, he passed a park and saw a vending machine.

Feeling a bit thirsty, I went over to check and found that all the drinks were sold out, except for beer.