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

“Not anymore.”

"This noodle dish isn't good either," the young man with the pompadour hairstyle added.

"If it's not good, don't come again. You're making such a fuss." Nikaido was clearly getting impatient.

"Huh? What kind of attitude is that?" The three thugs stood up almost simultaneously, each clenching their fists as if ready to fight.

"What kind of attitude is this? This is the attitude!" Nikaido shouted, looking up.

The surrounding guests watched the show quietly.

The two sides were evenly matched, glaring fiercely at each other. No matter who made the first move, a fight was bound to break out.

"Calm down, calm down," Shirakawa said, acting as a peacemaker.

"What happened?"

Nikaido's mother also came out from the kitchen.

She found it strange that no one had served the ramen she had made.

"Well, these are the three customers who found hair in their ramen and said it wasn't clean and didn't taste good. We're discussing what to do," Shirakawa quickly explained.

"Hello, I'm the manager of this shop. Can I give you these three bowls of ramen for free?"

"No way," the three said in unison.

"How about we not only give you the meal for free, but also compensate you with three times the price of these ramen noodles?"

"Mom!" Nikaido was unwilling to back down.

"Don't speak, Misaki."

Nikaido's mother was a frail woman who rarely dealt with these problems; usually, it was Nikaido's father who would step in and solve them.

"It's better to avoid trouble," was the biggest concession Nikaido's mother made.

Triple compensation?

The three of them bent down and secretly discussed something.

"Big brother, triple compensation! That'll give you pocket money this week. Otherwise, let's just leave it at that." It was clear that the guy with the pompadour really wanted the money.

"Yeah, yeah, three times is quite a lot. We can even go to the arcade to play some games later!" the blond-haired man chimed in.

Hmm... Scarface thought about it carefully. Although they were there to cause trouble, the temptation of triple compensation was very strong.

As students, they have no other source of income besides pocket money from their parents. Although the compensation of three times is not much, it is enough for them to live a carefree life.

And you can eat this noodle dish for free.

"Alright, since you're so sincere, let's just forget about it then." The scarred man conceded.

"Thank you for your understanding. Please come to the front desk to collect your compensation after you finish your meal." Nikaido's mother bowed deeply.

"mom..."

"Nikaido, get to work! The guests are getting impatient," Nikaido's mother said sternly.

Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Nikaido's mother came to the rescue, preventing the situation from escalating further.

Nikaido, Shirakawa, and these three delinquents are roughly evenly matched; if they were to fight rashly, it would definitely result in mutual destruction.

Moreover, this is a ramen shop, a public place, so it doesn't have a good impact.

So the three scoundrels ate the dirty and unpalatable noodles with satisfaction.

Nikaido and Shirakawa were working hard, but Nikaido kept glancing at the delinquents, frowning and clearly resentful.

"Haha, look at that Nikaido, he looks like he's defiant of everyone, he's obviously never been beaten up before." The man with the pompadour said in a loud voice, as if he was deliberately making sarcastic remarks.

"Yeah, yeah, she's not gentle at all. Even a hardcore otaku wouldn't look at a girl like that."

Nikaido could only listen silently, gritting his teeth, and his attitude towards serving customers began to be affected when he served ramen.

"Misaki, Daddy's not here today, so just bear with it and don't get impatient with them."

Nikaido's mother understood her daughter's temperament very well.

"I understand, Mom." Nikaido took a deep breath, patted his face, and tried hard not to let his anger control him.

She had never been treated like this before. If this happened at school, she would have already fought back and gathered a bunch of her buddies to teach them a lesson.

"Don't worry, boss, there's no need to argue with these scoundrels."

"I know, little brother Shirakawa, I'm fine." The eldest sister patted Shirakawa's head.

With Shirakawa's concern, the eldest sister calmed down.

"That's good. I'll go back to work now. Oh! Welcome, how many of you are here?" Shirakawa went to the door to continue greeting customers and taking orders.

Of course, the three delinquents also witnessed the little interaction between Shirakawa and Nikaido.

"Hey, hey, hey, no way, she actually likes this kind of man?" the man with the pompadour said loudly on purpose.

"Haha, I guess I had no other choice but to pick this bean sprout. We're all high school students, so it's understandable that we just need to find a guy to vent to," said the blond guy.

"With that physique, he probably couldn't even get up!" the pompadour replied.

"Maybe he's a gigolo. He's been trying to get close to her because her family owns a ramen shop. He's just hungry, he'll eat anything."

The three of them became increasingly arrogant and excited as they talked, their laughter echoing in the shop.

Nikaido couldn't hold back any longer.

Just pick any man, a gigolo?

You can insult me, but you also have to make insinuations about my brother?

Nikaido, carrying a serving board, strode up to their table and slammed it down heavily.

"Can we even eat this properly?"

"No!" The three of them also stopped smiling and said fiercely.

"Hmph! Can't finish it?" Nikaido glanced at his head and snorted coldly.

He then kicked the table over, spilling all the ramen noodles onto the floor.

"Then don't eat any of it!!!"

94. One and a half dozen?

The person sitting opposite them, with their airplane-shaped chair, was in trouble. In an attempt to avoid the ramen sauce splattering everywhere, their chair lost its balance and fell to the ground.

The blond-haired man suddenly sprang to his feet and was about to pounce on Nikaido to fight.

But Nikaido grabbed his collar first and punched him in the cheek. The blond man couldn't raise his hand to fight back at all, and the fist the size of a sandbag kept hitting his cheek.

There was no room for fighting back.

The scarred man roared and charged forward, but Nikaido kicked the blond-haired man aside, grabbed the wooden serving board, and slammed it down on the scarred man's forehead.

Boom!

The wooden planks made a dull thud.

The scarred man winced in pain, clutching his immediately swollen and red forehead.

Nikaido held the cutting board sideways to the scarred man, saying, "You better behave and don't move!"

The cutting board has a relatively narrow and thin side; in other words, the side is very sharp.

If you were to bump into it from the side, it wouldn't just be a simple case of a red and swollen forehead.

The scarred man was taken aback by Nikaido's imposing aura and actually backed away.

He knew Nikaido was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

Seeing the scarred man back down, Nikaido turned around and went to find the blond man who was lying on the ground clutching his stomach and rolling around.

They pulled him up from the ground, their arm muscles tensing, and punched him repeatedly in the face.

"Nobody wants you, you're a kept man? Ha! You think you're so great?"

Because he had just tried to touch him, Nikaido vented his anger on the blond-haired man.

Shirakawa quickly stepped forward to break up the fight.

If this continues, that blond guy will faint.

It's actually biased, favoring Nikaido's side.

At this moment, the man with the airplane head got up from the ground, took out a folding knife from his pocket, gripped it with both hands, and was about to stab Nikaido.

Do all the delinquents at your City God Middle School like to carry knives when they go out?

Shirakawa reacted quickly, raising his knee and kicking solidly into the hand of the man with the airplane-like head. The folding knife flew out and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

After fighting a lot, I've become quite adept at many of the moves.

"Misaki, what are you doing?" Nikaido's mother exclaimed in surprise, seeing her daughter fighting and a folding knife on the ground, she was so frightened that she trembled.