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

No one replied to him.

"Shirakawa, little brother Shirakawa, stop being a coward! Didn't you want a one-on-one fight? Come and play with your big brother!" Yoshioka continued to shout.

"Wow, the stage play this morning was really good! Oh, right," Yoshioka recalled, these women had all appeared in the play, acting alongside Shirakawa. "Hey, hey, are these girls all your good friends or girlfriends? They're quite pretty, aren't they?"

The sound echoed in the open space in front of the teaching building, but no one answered.

"Sigh, what a pity." Yoshioka shook his head. "In that case, let's head back home."

Yoshioka made another gesture, and the delinquents were about to drag away Nikaido, who had fallen to the ground, and Fukada, who was so frightened that he could barely stand.

They planned to take it to an abandoned factory or some secluded place for a more intense and pleasurable experience.

"and many more!"

A shout pierced the night.

The sound seemed to be coming from the teaching building.

The students looked towards the teaching building and saw a man standing on the railing of the window of the infirmary on the third floor.

The teaching building was completely dark, except for the student council office, where the lights were on, making it impossible to see what the man looked like.

The man took a step forward, his entire body free-falling. The moment he landed, he used one knee to cushion the impact, landing steadily on the ground.

That was the third floor! How could he jump from such a height and be completely unharmed?

The man walked forward slowly, and the other students made way for him.

Those who were nearby had begun to discover the man's true identity.

Until the roaring campfire illuminated the man's face.

It's Shirakawa.

He glanced at the girls lying on the ground.

He even revealed a smile.

It was a smile that was so intense it was almost distorted with anger, a smile of deep regret for not protecting everyone.

Good evening, Yoshioka. I heard you were looking for me?

Shirakawa's hands began to tremble uncontrollably from his intense anger.

"Shirakawa? Shirakawa? You really came, hahahahahaha!" Yoshioka laughed wildly. "This night is perfect. Shirakawa even came. Oh no, welcome to Hero B." Yoshioka continued to mock, not taking Shirakawa seriously at all.

How did you know who I am?

"That's all thanks to Fukada-senpai. Also, this plan was devised by Fukada."

Shirakawa glanced at Fukada.

That one glance was enough to terrify Fukada so much that he lost his mind and knelt down on the ground.

“I’ll deal with her later,” Shirakawa said, looking at Yoshioka and cracking his knuckles.

Yoshioka approached with a wicked grin. "Yeah, there are accounts to settle, but unfortunately I don't have any ledgers."

Do you think you're funny?

Yoshioka didn't reply, but suddenly sprang to his feet and punched Shirakawa in the face while he wasn't paying attention.

Unexpectedly, the next second, he put away his mocking smile.

Shirakawa opened his palm and blocked the punch solidly.

No, impossible. I'm wearing brass knuckles. How could he possibly block it?

"I'll say it again." Shirakawa pushed him away with such force that Yoshioka was forced back several steps.

Do you think you're funny?

276. The insidious Yoshioka

The campfire cast an orange-red glow, illuminating the vast darkness.

The students and faculty, Jackie and Ayako, the Mido family, Miike and Akaza—everyone in front of the campfire held their breath, watching the scene before them in utter shock.

The leader who had swept away more than a dozen thugs had his punch easily caught by Shirakawa, especially since Yoshioka was carrying that brass skull knuckle duster.

How can human flesh and blood withstand the impact of metal?

No one had ever imagined that the frail Shirakawa from Assassin would unleash such immense power.

Everyone looked at him with new respect.

She walked over to the group of girls and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I'm late. Don't worry, I'll protect you all."

After finishing his sentence, Shirakawa turned around and prepared to fight Yoshioka.

Kana grabbed Shirakawa's wrist: "Shirakawa-kun, don't push yourself. You must take good care of yourself."

"Don't worry, Auntie, just take good care of them," Shirakawa gave a thumbs up, "I'm very strong."

Fortunately, the situation was not beyond repair. Apart from the leader, who was seriously injured and unable to get up, the others only suffered minor injuries.

Actually, the blame for Shirakawa's late arrival lies mostly with Cecia. Her voices—whether it was her coquettish complaints, the sounds of collisions, or even her ethereal voice—were too loud, completely drowning out the noise outside. In addition, Shirakawa never expected Yoshioka and the others to act ahead of time, which is why he failed to protect the girls and allowed them to get hurt.

Strictly speaking, Shirakawa also bears a great deal of responsibility. This Cecia is simply an unprecedented beauty; the two of them are too physically compatible, causing Shirakawa to become infatuated and lose himself in the relationship...

"Hey! You keep babbling on and on, you really don't respect me at all!" Yoshioka felt slighted, clenched his fist again, strode forward, and swung it sharply at Shirakawa's head.

The entire attack sequence was completed in milliseconds.

Shirakawa tilted his head, effortlessly dodging the attack.

And he dodged it perfectly; Yoshioka could feel his hand brushing against Shirakawa's cheek.

Exactly.

Before Yoshioka could react, Shirakawa raised his leg and knee, delivering a horizontal kick straight for Yoshioka's abdomen.

The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.

Yoshioka jumped back with all his might, barely dodging the attack, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

If Shirakawa managed to defend against the first attack by chance, the simple back-and-forth fighting of the second time made Yoshioka realize that Shirakawa was no ordinary person.

Is this still the same Hero B? The Hero B, trembling as he was pinned against the wall, is now using cunning tricks to toy with his stinky rat?

Furthermore, how could his frail body unleash such immense power?

A variety of questions flashed through my mind.

No, something's not right.

Yoshioka took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and organized his thoughts.

This guy probably gained superpowers from some strange thing, just like his brass knuckles.

That's the only explanation.

We can't attack rashly. We need to find a way to test his strength and wear him down.

"You guys, get them!" Yoshioka pointed at the three scarred men standing to the side.

The three exchanged a glance. This was a perfect opportunity to curry favor with their boss. Without thinking twice, they grabbed their weapons and charged straight at Shirakawa.

The first one to attack was the blond guy. He held a metal baseball close to him and raised the bat high to strike down, but Shirakawa dodged it with a sidestep.

His movements were too sluggish, like a bronze-level noob running into a high-level game. His strength and speed were far inferior to Yoshioka's.

The baseball bat slammed heavily onto the ground. Shirakawa stomped on it, and the metal bat slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He then turned and punched the blond-haired guy squarely in the chest, knocking him to the ground, unable to move.

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin followed closely behind, pulled out a folding knife from his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, stabbed Shirakawa in the abdomen.

Shirakawa grabbed the wrist holding the knife with one hand and the collar with the other, pulled him up, and shoved his forehead forward, knocking him unconscious.

The movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.

The remaining scarred men were terrified by the situation. Their minds were in a mess, and they didn't know where to begin when they wanted to attack Shirakawa.

Shirakawa, of course, wouldn't give him any chance to resist. He strode forward, grabbed his shoulder, and slammed him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, three thugs with weapons in hand and average combat strength fell to the ground.

"Go! Go now!" Yoshioka shouted, directing the others to move forward.

But these delinquents weren't fools. First, they saw Shirakawa and the boss fighting back and forth, and then they saw him easily take down the three men. They all began to hesitate and dared not move forward.

Nobody wants to be a suicide victim.

The students around them were all dumbfounded when they witnessed Shirakawa's battle.

He was the best male lead in the stage play, and two girls even fought over him on the quiz stage. Throughout the entire school festival, Shirakawa stole the show.

He can even beat delinquents now, and he's not at a disadvantage even when facing the leader of Chenghuang Middle School.

She has excellent acting skills, a gentle personality, strong fighting ability, and is also a half-succubus.