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

Only when Shirakawa calls out the name of Hero B will Yoshioka remember the masked man from the last incident.

Only then did their images overlap.

Of course, he had been pretending to be stupid in the classroom, feigning ignorance of Hero B's title.

Thinking back to that time, it was truly a humiliating experience. It seemed like I had been tricked by that wretched woman named Hoshimiya Shio. I had to keep begging and pleading, and then, taking advantage of Hoshimiya Rin's momentary lapse in attention, I struggled desperately to barely escape.

As a result, he has recently stopped daring to wear brass knuckles in public.

"Are you from Chenghuang Middle School?" Yoshioka asked, looking at Shirakawa's school uniform.

"Yes."

“You study at Chenghuang Middle School, don’t you know the prestige of the esteemed Yoshioka? Get out of here.”

"Such a nobody is not worthy of my attention."

"Nobody, hahaha, good, after I've dealt with her, I'll teach you a lesson."

There are priorities.

Yoshioka planned to beat the woman in front of him to a pulp before dealing with the man.

Shirakawa took a dirty wad of tissue from another trash can next to him, tossed it at Yoshioka's face.

"I already said I'd wait."

The tissue was sticky and gooey, and Okada felt nauseous because he didn't know what was on it.

"You! You're looking for death!"

"Wait, don't rush me. I can't beat you. Let's talk things out first." Shirakawa was using words to stall for time.

"What's the point of reasoning?"

"Did you lead a group of people to smash up that ramen shop yesterday?"

"Yeah, so what?" Yoshioka was confident of victory, so he decided to see what tricks this "clown" wearing a chuunibyou mask could pull.

While they chatted, the uninjured delinquents helped the group of delinquents who had been beaten up by Akaza to leave quickly.

They didn't want to stay in this place any longer. It was the first time they had seen their boss so fierce, and the muscular woman had even broken her bones. They were also afraid of taking responsibility, so those who wanted to leave left and those who wanted to disperse dispersed.

Why did you smash up someone else's ramen shop?

"Of course it's because that fat pig girl Nikaido beat up all my underlings, and I'm going to get revenge."

Upon hearing someone insult his cousin, "fat pig," Akaza wanted to get up and fight back, but his body wouldn't allow it.

She gritted her teeth, the intense pain causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

All I feel is pain; my calves are completely numb.

Shirakawa continued to stall for time, asking, "Then why did your underling get beaten up?"

"Because my little brother caused trouble at their ramen shop."

"Why is your underling causing trouble at the ramen shop?"

"Because the fat pig woman framed the second-in-command of our Chenghuang Middle School."

"Oh, that's right. The whole incident started because of your second-in-command! He wasn't framed; I was there at the time."

"Were you there?" Yoshida asked.

"Yes, he conspired with Okada-sensei to forcibly assault Nikaido. I was a witness at the time."

“That’s not right.” Yoshioka recalled, “The second-in-command, Kitano Jiro, said that this happened in the sports warehouse of Sakura High School. How could you, a student from Chenghuang Middle School, have witnessed it?”

"Believe it or not! In any case, you shouldn't have resented Nikaido from the beginning. Kitano Jiro and Okada-sensei were the instigators, and Nikaido was the victim. You should know what kind of person that second-in-command Kitano Jiro is."

“So,” Yoshioka kicked the trash can Akaza was holding, almost making Akaza fall to the ground, “Are you suggesting I apologize to her? Don’t be silly! You think I’m really here to stand up for my little brother? No, no, no, I’m just here to kill some time.”

Yoshioka sneered and continued, "These high school delinquents just like to play house, don't like to study, watch some movies and anime, and think they can be like the gangsters and thugs in them. They think they're cool and handsome. Don't be ridiculous."

"If you hate delinquents so much, why are you the leader of this delinquent group?" Shirakawa continued to ask, his words implying that Yoshioka didn't respect this delinquent group at all.

"They're just a bunch of idiots who use the hypocritical excuse of praising youth and brotherhood to cover up their own lazy behavior. As long as I'm strong enough and can entertain them, lead them in gang fights, fight for territory, and collect protection money, they'll all respect me as their big brother and do whatever I tell them to do."

"If you have this ability, can't you do something else? Isn't it beneath you to be confined to being the leader of a small school?"

"Then what can I do? Go to a construction site and carry bricks? Hahahaha, forget it, I'm not going to waste my time with you." Yoshioka finally realized that he had almost been tricked by this smooth-talking man.

With such a commotion here, someone will probably call the police soon. Let's deal with this muscular woman and that man and get out of here quickly.

Shirakawa glanced at the time on his phone. He'd been arguing with Yoshioka for ages, and the police still hadn't arrived. They were taking forever.

There's no other way but to use plan B.

“I advise you not to touch it.” Shirakawa brandished his thin arms and fists, threatening Yoshioka, “If you dare touch it, I’ll make you regret it.”

By this time, Akaza had a vague idea that the masked man was Shirakawa.

Because of Akaza's physique and personality, she only knew Shirakawa as a man.

When Nikaido's shop was vandalized yesterday afternoon, she told him all about Shirakawa working at her shop.

The man in front of me could only be Shirakawa.

No, it hurts.

It had just eased up for a while, but now it's starting to hurt again.

Akaza clutched his wound and stopped thinking.

Seeing Shirakawa's weak threat, Yoshioka burst into laughter, saying, "Your arm isn't even as thick as a rolling pin, and you think you can make me look bad?" Yoshioka lightly patted his mouth and mocked, "Come on, come and hit me, show me how good it looks."

"It's not too late for you to apologize to me now," Shirakawa said, deliberately provoking Yoshioka.

Upon hearing the apology, Yoshioka's face immediately darkened.

Sure enough, for some reason, the idea of ​​apologizing was his Achilles' heel.

"Oh, what's wrong? Not saying anything? Didn't your mother teach you how to say sorry? Ugh, you really have no manners." Shirakawa continued to stir things up, speaking sarcastically.

Yoshioka's face turned red with anxiety.

"If you apologize to me, I, in my great mercy, might spare your life..."

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!" Yoshioka roared as he charged forward.

Bai Chuan turned and ran. When he reached the corner and was completely blocked by the wall, he immediately took off his mask, stuffed it into his pocket, ran a few steps forward, turned around, and walked away nonchalantly. The whole sequence of movements was smooth and fluid.

They bumped into Yoshioka, who had just run out of the alley.

When Yoshioka saw a classmate ahead, he slightly reduced his strength, only knocking the classmate down.

Yoshioka also took a few steps back. In that short delay, as Yoshioka looked around after walking around the corner, the masked man had disappeared.

There were many restaurants, shops, supermarkets and alleys along that route; I wondered where the masked man was hiding.

I must find him and beat him until he can't take care of himself.

"Hey, you, a guy wearing a weird mask came out of this alley. Do you know where he went?"

"He ran to the alley entrance and turned right," Shirakawa pointed out the direction to Yoshioka.

"thank you."

Yoshioka gave chase, bursting out with astonishing speed like a 100-meter sprinter.

Seeing that Yoshioka had disappeared, Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he reacted quickly and was not caught by him.

To be honest, this mask prop is actually quite useful.

Having successfully deceived Yoshioka, Shirakawa rushed to check on Akaza's injuries.

135. Hospital patients

"Akaza-nee!" Shirakawa hurriedly checked Akaza's injuries.

"Is it...Shirakawa?" Large beads of sweat rolled down Akaza's forehead; the intense pain made it difficult for her to speak clearly.

"It's me." Shirakawa quickly took off his mask.

really.

"You... Ah, thank you..."

Akaza struggled to thank Shirakawa.

"Don't talk, Akaza-nee, the ambulance will be here soon."

Akaza nodded, leaning over the trash can, gritting his teeth and persevering.

Akaza's injured thigh had turned a dark purple color.

The wound was still worsening. Shirakawa had never seen anyone suffer such a serious injury before. He was panicked and anxious, and could only hope that the medical staff would arrive soon.

It's been quite a while, why haven't they arrived yet?

"Hey, Shirakawa!"

Michiko rushed in from the other end of the alley.

Her car was also parked at the entrance of the alley.