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

"Michi, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to call the police? Where are the officers?"

"Ha...ha..." Michi arrived in such a hurry that he was panting heavily. "I tried, but the line was always busy and I couldn't get through. I came here to check first."

"There's no other way, let's lift her into the car and take her to the hospital," Shirakawa said, pointing at Akado.

This was the first time Miike had seen Akaza. His strong muscles and tall stature instinctively made her feel a sense of pressure.

This strong woman is now lying on a trash can, looking utterly disheveled.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and lift it!"

"well!"

Miike Naeko snapped out of her daze and, along with Shirakawa, slipped under her armpits, each supporting one of her arms, barely managing to support Akaza. However, due to her height, Akaza's feet could still touch the ground.

"It's okay, I can walk." Akaza pushed forward with her uninjured left leg.

"Ahhh!" Akaza's wailing echoed through the alley.

"Don't push yourself, Akaza-nee! Miike, let's lift Akaza into the car together."

Miike nodded.

The two of them strained, carrying the red seat, and finally managed to reach the car.

Miike unlocked the car door, tidied up the back seat, and adjusted the seats to make room for the tall Akaza.

Akaza could only lean on Shirakawa, her entire weight pressing down on Shirakawa's thin shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Shirakawa, I've caused you... trouble."

"Don't say anything. Once we get to the hospital and your injuries are treated, I'll have a proper talk with you." Shirakawa felt a pang of heartache upon hearing Akaza's weak apology.

"That's all, Shirakawa." Miike Naeko had also finished packing.

Shirakawa slowly tucked Akaza in, letting her lie flat on the back seat.

Then sit in the passenger seat and fasten your seatbelt.

Miike also got into the car, and they drove to the hospital.

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Finally arrived at the hospital.

Ambulances came and went at the hospital entrance, and medical staff kept bringing in the injured.

Shirakawa and Miike finally managed to park the car, and then called over several medical staff and nurses.

Seeing Akaza's injuries, the medical staff and nurses quickly brought over a folding bed and took Akaza into the emergency operating room.

In front of the emergency operating room.

Shirakawa and Miike sat side by side on the chairs by the door, anxiously awaiting the doctor's examination results.

"Shirakawa, who is this woman?"

Do you still remember Nikaido?

"Of course I remember, isn't that the girl who was victimized in the sports warehouse incident? What's wrong?"

"She is Nikaido's older cousin, Akaza Sakine."

"No wonder."

They are all muscular women with quite robust physiques.

"So, who exactly did this to Akaza?"

Shirakawa recounted the whole story to Miike, but of course didn't tell her that Yoshioka could transform, since Miike probably wouldn't believe it anyway.

"I never imagined that Yoshioka would be this strong," Miike exclaimed, then angrily slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. "It's a pity I'm not a policeman now, otherwise I would definitely arrest him myself."

Shirakawa did not answer, but instead pondered how to deal with Yoshida.

Since we can't even beat Akaza, the only option is to find a chance to steal the brass knuckles.

Medical staff came and went in a hurry, and the nurses all headed in one direction.

"Strange, why are there so many patients at the hospital today?" Miike asked, puzzled.

It's really strange.

The phone line is busy and I can't get through. Has something big happened around here?

"You wait here, I'll go check on the situation."

"it is good."

Shirakawa followed the flow of people and arrived at the hospital's psychiatric ward.

The nurses all gathered here.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" came the nurse's voice from behind Shirakawa.

Shirakawa stepped aside and saw a pretty girl tied to the hospital bed, her clothes tattered, her pupils dilated, drool dripping from her mouth, mumbling something unintelligible.

His body was covered in whip marks and scars, and even his abdomen and groin were marked with various symbols.

I'd guess they're high school students.

The nurses took him to the psychiatric ward.

There are several other girls like her.

Shirakawa was wondering what was going on.

He saw the girl he had met at the Nagasaki club before.

That was a female classmate of Shirakawa from the same school. She looked even worse than the girl from before, with large bruises all over her body, and even burn marks.

It's obvious that this is the work of the members of the Nagasaki Club.

Damn!

These bastards!

"Shirakawa! The doctor said Akaza only has a broken femur, he'll have a metal plate inserted, and he'll recover in two months." Miike rushed over to inform Shirakawa.

He also noticed these girls.

"These, these symptoms, it's that drug!" Seeing their miserable state, Michi, who was also a girl, felt her stomach churning and was about to vomit.

She quickly covered her mouth, turned her head away, and tried her best not to look at the girls.

That's when I managed to hold back.

Two male police officers were talking at the entrance of the hospital lobby.

One was short and chubby, the other tall and thin. Their conversation revolved around when they would get off work and where they would go for drinks after get off work, with comments like "These girls are so pitiful."

Miike strode forward to inquire about the situation, with Shirakawa following behind her.

"Nakamura, Sato, what exactly is going on?"

"Commander Miike, what are you doing here?"

The two male police officers, who had been relaxed earlier, stood at attention and saluted.

They were unaware of the director's behind-the-scenes machinations. In their view, Miike Naoko was only temporarily suspended from her duties for investigation, and would remain their superior once reinstated.

"Don't worry about me, I'm asking you, what's going on with these girls?"

“We don’t know either,” the short, stout Nakamura replied. “We’re here to monitor these prisoners.”

"Prisoner?"

"Those women in hospital beds."

Aren't they victims?

It's obvious, given their appearance, how could they possibly be criminals?

“Sir, they are suspected of smuggling, illegal trading, and engaging in illegal sex work,” the tall, thin Sato explained.

"Are you blind?" Miike Naeko snapped, displaying the air of a "commander." "Aren't these girls' symptoms exactly the same as those of the drug victims we investigated last time?"

“Oh, sir, you’re not at the Metropolitan Police Department…you don’t know…” Nakamura was about to explain when Ito quickly gestured for him to stop talking.

"It's the director again, isn't it!" Miike Naoko said indignantly.

She's the only one.

The two remained silent.

Miike understood that they also had their own unspeakable difficulties.

In order to keep their jobs, they had to obey orders from their superiors.

She herself is the one who suffered the consequences of disobeying orders and talking back to her superiors.

Having no other choice, Miike Naeko turned and strode away.