Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

Seeing his mother come out, Nikaidou also put the yellow-haired man down.

"You bastard!" the pilot yelled and rushed over with his fist raised.

Just as he was about to step forward to fight, he was stopped by the scarred man, who pointed at the folding knife on the ground.

Ordinary fights may be resolved by police education, but armed fights are completely different.

There are a lot of policemen in the commercial street, and if you get caught by them, you'll probably end up in a juvenile detention center for a while like the second-in-command, Jiro Kitano.

"Let's go!" the scarred man called out quickly.

The two men quickly helped the yellow-haired man, who was beaten with a bruised face, and fled the scene.

At the door, he said harshly: "I'll remember you, Nikaidou Misaki. When I bring people over, you can forget about opening this crappy ramen shop!!!"

After saying that, he spat on the ground at the door.

"I'll be waiting here. Come here if you dare!" Nikaidou also shouted at their backs at the door.

Afraid of him? Then how can you be the boss of Sakura High School?

Many customers in the ramen restaurant were so scared that they ran away without even finishing their noodles.

The customers who were lingering at the door, hesitating whether to eat ramen, also left.

Nikaidou's mother was trembling with fear. Unlike Nikaidou, she had never been exposed to much violence since she was a child.

This was the first time I encountered such a thing. The one fighting was my own daughter, and there was a knife on the ground. I get scared just thinking about it.

"Misaki, are you okay?" Nikaidou's mother asked with concern even though her hands were shaking.

"I'm fine, don't worry, mom." Nikaidou moved closer to comfort his mother.

"Yes, call the police. Call the police."

"No, no, Mom, they won't be back for a while."

There is no point in calling the police. At most, we can arrest these minors and give them ideological education.

Moreover, the bad student Nikaidou is also a frequent visitor to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing this scene, Baichuan finally couldn't help it.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." Baichuan said and went straight to the kitchen.

"There's no toilet in the kitchen! Hey, Shirakawa! Don't do anything stupid!" Nikaidou shouted.

She wanted to follow, but her mother was frightened and she definitely couldn't be left alone.

Baichuan came to the kitchen, took out the bloody fang mask given by Cecilia from his pocket, put the "things" he should take in a plastic bag, picked up a baseball bat and chased after him through the back door.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

They have been nagging for a long time, which already annoyed Shirakawa enough, and they even scared Nikaidou's mother like this.

If they bring people to the door, what if Nikaidou is outnumbered...

Baichuan didn't even dare to think about it.

He wanted to nip in the bud any signs of Nikaido's downfall.

?????

The three delinquents came to a secluded alley full of trash cans and took a short rest there.

"Asshole! Asshole!" Feifei kicked the garbage on the ground fiercely, venting his anger, "Brother, I can still fight! How can we escape like this..."

"Stop annoying me!" the scarred man also yelled, "I told you not to pull out a knife in public, don't pull out a knife, look at what you did!"

"No, my brother got beaten up like this, I can't just do nothing!" The crew-haired guy retorted, "I can't beat her."

The momentum of Nikaidou's sudden attack directly intimidated the three bad guys.

It's like a lioness versus a wolf pack. As long as the wolves attack together, they will most likely win. But the lioness's domineering attitude has made them silently accept that they have lost.

"Brother...cough, cough, cough," the yellow-haired man was beaten so badly that his face was swollen and his nose was swollen. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

"Stop talking, be quiet, I'm going to talk to the boss on the phone." The scarred man took out his cell phone and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

Although the guy with the crew cut and the yellow-haired guy kept calling him "big brother", the guy with the scar was at most a small-time gangster with average combat power in Chenghuang Middle School. The real boss must be someone else.

The scarred man called the boss.

"Hello!" A strong male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, boss, um, Huangmao was seriously injured. Can you send someone to take him to the hospital?" The scarred man became hesitant.

The hospital is far away from here, and a friend on a motorcycle is needed to take Huangmao to the hospital.

"What happened?"

"We went to Nikaidou's ramen shop to cause trouble, but she just beat us out."

"Didn't I tell you not to act rashly?!" the boss shouted, "But you three can't even beat a woman. You really bring shame to the City God."

"Sorry, boss, we know we were wrong." The man with the scar didn't dare to breathe too much when facing the boss.

"You asked for this. Don't cause trouble under the name of Chenghuang High School anymore. Just let yourselves die."

"No, Boss..."

"Wait, brother, listen, what's that sound?"

Da da da ding ding ding.

It was the sound of metal hitting the uneven ground.

Follow the sound and look.

A young man, dragging a metal baseball bat and wearing a bloody, fang-shaped mask, slowly walked in.

The boy raised the baseball bat and placed it on his shoulder: "Good afternoon, everyone."

"You, who are you?"

"I am a hero of justice because of my interest." The boy pulled the mask to make sure it was worn properly.

"Of course, you call me Brave B."

95. Yoshioka, the boss of Chenghuang Middle School

The yellow-haired man was lying on the ground, having lost his ability to fight. He was at most half a human being. The man with the crew cut and the scarred man looked up and down at the young man in front of them.

He was wearing the ramen shop uniform and his hairstyle looked familiar, but I just couldn't remember who he was.

"You little chuunibyou, this is not the place for you to play around, go somewhere cooler." The scarred man didn't take him seriously and waved his hand to chase him away.

"A little Chuunibyou?" The boy hit the wall with a baseball bat, making a crisp sound. "The baseball bat in my hand is not a fake one. I saw you guys making trouble in the ramen restaurant. Today, I, the messenger of justice, Brave B, will teach you a lesson!"

"A nosy chuunibyou." The scarred man saw that the alley was quiet and deserted, so he winked at the guy with the crew cut.

The guy with the crew cut understood, nodded, took out his folding knife from the yellow-haired man's pocket, and faced the boy.

"Get out of here! Otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The man with the airplane head waved the knife, and a cold light flashed, sharp and dangerous.

Want to scare the boy away.

The boy sneered and took a step forward with the baseball bat on his shoulder: "Since you have already taken out the knife, I will not hold back either."

It's no use saying anything, where does this ** come from?

The plane is not afraid of the head.

The metal bat is heavy and slow, so as long as you attack instantly after dodging the first attack, the opponent will not have time to counterattack at all.

This was his unique rich experience in group fights, and the boy was also very thin and weak, so he did not pose much threat to him.

He slowly stepped forward, knife in hand, his eyes furtively on the boy's bat, enticing him to take the first swing.

But the boy didn't move at all, and his face was covered by a mask, so we had no idea what he was thinking.

Frightened?

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Either you beg for mercy now, or I'll take action." The boy held the baseball bat in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket.

"Haha, let's do it." Feijitou turned his head, patted his cheek, and shouted, "Come on, hit this way."

"Okay! Then hit me!"

Baichuan grabbed a handful of chili powder from his pocket and threw it towards Feijitou's eyes.

A small red mist immediately appeared in front of the boy. In just a moment, the boy's eyes felt like they were on fire and were burning with pain.

"Bastard, bastard! You only use such despicable tricks." The guy with the airplane head cursed loudly, rubbing his hands with one hand and waving the knife in his other hand.

The boy bent down slightly to avoid its attack, then swung the bat and hit him directly on the knee.

"Ahhhhhhh." The guy screamed, fell to the ground, holding his knees and groaning.

Solve one, and there is one left.

The scarred man also pulled out a folding knife, his eyes revealing a fierce look.

However, having learned from his previous experience, he covered his eyes with his hands and walked forward, determined to beat up the middle school boy.

The young man took out a small bag of yellow liquid from his pocket, and the bag was tied tightly.

What is this? Is it a niao? What is he doing with this thing? Throwing it at me?

Be funny!

Unexpectedly, the boy threw the bag of liquid into the air, made a baseball stance, and swung it hard.

The blow just happened to burst the tightly tied plastic bag, and the liquid inside splashed out.

"Ahhh, what the hell?"

The liquid seemed as hot as magma and hit the scarred man like raindrops.

The scarred man stepped back repeatedly, and the burned parts instantly turned red and swollen, and even emitted a little white smoke.

It's hot rapeseed oil!

The boy was dressed warmly and did not suffer much harm.

But some hot oil also splashed into his eye sockets.

The boy wiped it with his sleeve, then raised the bat and hit the scarred man on the shoulder.

He only used 50% of his strength. This kind of metal object has no effect on hitting people. The boy was worried that he would kill them and get into unnecessary lawsuits.

Unexpectedly, the scarred man's anger and the surge of adrenaline made him temporarily ignore the intense pain, and he swung the knife towards the boy's lower abdomen.

But at this time, the scarred man was also at the end of his strength. The boy dodged it successfully by slightly turning sideways, and the baseball bat hit the scarred man's back again.

The scarred man finally couldn't hold on any longer, staggered forward a few steps, and fell to the ground.

"You are using despicable means!" The scarred man lay on the ground, shouting in dissatisfaction.

"You're already using a knife, so can't I use some props?" the boy retorted.

Crouch down and place the metal baseball bat on the scarred man's head.

"I saw you bullying a mother and daughter when I passed by the store. Is that true?"

The boy emphasized his identity as a passerby, fearing that the scarred man would associate him with the "himself" in the convenience store.

"They were the first to do it."

"Huh? They started it first. Why would a waiter hit you when you were having a good meal at a noodle shop?"

The boy rolled the metal baseball bat back and forth on the scarred man's head: "Next time, don't let me see you causing trouble outside, otherwise..."

Bang!

The boy hit the scarred man hard in front of his eyes with a metal baseball bat, and the sound of the metal vibration kept echoing in his ears.

That's about right.

The boy was about to leave with the baseball bat when he heard the roar of several motorcycles from the entrance of the alley.