Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the alley, and several bad boys got off the motorcycle. They were all stronger and more ferocious than the man with the scar.

The leader was a brown-skinned man with a short crew cut, a cross necklace around his neck, and earrings. He was tall and strong, with strong muscles, and even looked like he had some black ancestry.

There was a brass skull-shaped brass knuckle on each fist, and a skull on each of the four fingers.

In his back seat, there was a very pretty girl with her arms around her waist. Her breasts were slightly smaller than those of Midori Sakura.

However, there were four neatly arranged skull tattoos on his chest, or more like scars from a brass knuckle punch from the bad boss.

The young man was intimidated by these bad guys and retreated repeatedly. Just when he was about to turn around and run away, he found that there were many more bad guys on the road behind him.

The escape route was completely blocked.

The beautiful girl clings to the man's side.

The intimate behavior between the two is more like a master and slave relationship than a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

"Boss Yoshioka, you're finally here!" The scarred man seemed to have seen hope and climbed up from the ground despite the severe pain.

Yoshioka kicked the scarred man who had just stood up and knocked him down.

The scarred man fell to the ground and fainted.

The boy's body began to tremble uncontrollably. The fear this man gave him was far greater than that caused by Sister Akado.

The man bent his legs, squatted on the ground, and picked up the folding knife that the scarred man had dropped with two fingers.

Compared with his broad palm, the folding knife looked very much like the Soo-jin utility knife that students use for homework.

"What a loser! He only knew how to call for help, even with a knife out, but he couldn't even beat a little brat."

Yoshioka glared at the boy, and the boy felt a chill coming from behind.

Yoshioka actually put the tip of his thumb on the tip of the dagger and pressed hard, bending the sharp tip of the knife.

Press the bend!

The boy resisted the fear from deep in his heart and worked his brain rapidly.

This clearly violates the laws of physics. How is it possible for a mortal to bend the tip of a metal knife?

Is he Superman?

impossible.

That can only be Cecia's tool.

She once said that she had lost some mysterious items, and perhaps one of them was obtained by this Yoshioka.

what is it then?

The boy quickly looked Yoshioka over, searching for anything different about him.

Cross, earrings, brass knuckles.

It's most likely brass knuckles. No normal person would wear brass knuckles while riding a motorcycle for no reason.

"Hey, you." Yoshioka threw the knife away after ravaging the boy and pointed at him, "What's your name?"

"Brave B."

"Hero B? Haha, hahaha." Yoshioka covered his face and laughed. His laughter was loud and sarcastic.

"Hahaha, you're so old, but you're still so childish." The pretty girl next to her also covered her mouth and laughed.

The bad youths nearby were also laughing, and the whole alley was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Suddenly Yoshioka's eyes widened in anger, and everyone else stopped smiling at the same time.

"That's interesting. Take off your mask first," Yoshioka ordered, "I don't like people wearing masks when talking to me."

"Sorry, I have pollen allergies and can't take off the mask."

"You said it can't be picked?" Yoshioka's seemingly calm tone concealed his rage.

"I can't pick it." The young man was also stubborn and refused to give in.

"I can't pick it. Okay, okay, okay, okay," Yoshioka paced and came to the boy.

The boy didn't know what he was going to do, so he backed away and kept his distance.

Until his back was pressed against the concrete wall.

Yoshioka suddenly swung out his right fist and hit the wall hard.

The four skulls on the brass knuckles were embedded in the wall, leaving four dents on the originally smooth wall. Cracks appeared around the dents, and one could even feel the building behind him shaking.

The punch was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye. It seemed to appear on the wall in a flash.

You know, when Sister Akaza punches, you can see the afterimage.

Shit! He is really superhuman.

Yoshioka grabbed Shirakawa's collar with his left hand and threatened fiercely: "I'll ask you again, are you going to take it off or not?"

96. A big fight between two parties

Of course the boy cannot take off his mask. Once his name and appearance are exposed, there will be thugs coming to the school gate every day to seek revenge.

Yoshioka grabbed the boy's collar tightly and stared at him.

There was a strong sense of mockery and murderous intent in his eyes.

He was supposed to be having a happy date with his pretty girlfriend today, but that scarred guy called him directly. He didn't want to get involved at first, but when he heard the noisy sound on the other end of the phone, he hurried over. He thought it was a bad boy from another school causing trouble, but he didn't expect it was just a young boy who didn't know his place.

Not only the bad guys in Chenghuang High School, but even the hooligans in society were all subdued by him.

And now this teenager is openly challenging his authority and refuses to take off his mask even when asked to do so.

This made it impossible for him to save face in front of his younger brother.

It's time to teach him a lesson!

Yoshioka raised his fist and was about to beat him up.

"Wait!" the boy shouted loudly.

"Ok?"

"I want to fight you one-on-one!!!" the boy pointed at Yoshioka and said.

To be honest, in this situation, the boy had almost no chance of escaping and would definitely be severely beaten.

However, if it’s a one-on-one fight, there might be a glimmer of hope.

"What? You want to challenge me in a one-on-one duel?" Yoshioka widened his eyes and smiled disdainfully.

"Challenge the boss? This bean sprout wants to challenge the boss?!!! Hahahaha!" The bad guys around laughed.

"What? Don't you dare?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Yoshioka put the boy down and told his younger brothers to quickly distance themselves.

In an instant, a clearing was created in the alley.

"Come on, let's fight one on one." Yoshioka stretched his neck and shook his hands. He didn't even need to get into a fighting stance. He could completely defeat this bean sprout with just one punch.

"Boss, come on!!" The bad guys around him cheered for the boss as if they were watching a wonderful show.

This was exactly what the boy had expected. Most of these high school delinquents were somewhat immature in mind and liked to engage in small gang fights. They would also accept such provocative behavior as a one-on-one fight.

Especially when you crush the opponent, winning can also establish your prestige in this bad group.

However, proposing a duel and then being beaten up by Yoshioka was not the result the boy wanted.

"Wait a minute," the boy suddenly threw the baseball bat in his hand to the ground.

"I want to fight you bare-handed,"

The boy pointed at Yoshioka's brass knuckles.

Hinting that he should take off his weapon as well.

If his prediction was correct, Yoshioka's fighting power would not be so abnormal after taking off his brass knuckles.

Even if we take a step back, at least there is still room for struggle. If he fights with brass knuckles, he might really die with one punch.

"No, I can't take off these brass knuckles." Unexpectedly, Yoshioka rejected the boy's suggestion.

The boy also felt that something was wrong. With Yoshioka's physique, his winning rate against him could reach 99% even without brass knuckles.

There's no reason not to take it off...

Could it be that if he took off his brass knuckles, his fighting power would be reduced to the same level as mine?

"Real men should fight with bare hands. I use a baseball bat and you use brass knuckles. There is a difference in weapons. This is not fair."

The boy shouted to the bad guys around him.

His words obviously frightened the others, and they all whispered to each other.

"He has some truth in what he says."

"Have you ever seen our boss take off his brass knuckles?"

"Enough! Shut up!" Yoshioka suddenly became furious, as if the matter of brass knuckles was a minefield that he could not discuss. The muscles in his arms bulged and he punched the ground hard.

There was a loud noise, and several cracks instantly appeared on the hard concrete road surface.

"I don't care. I'm just going to use brass knuckles. It's up to you whether you want to take that broken baseball bat or not. I'm going to beat you up today!"

The pretty girl next to him also came over: "Calm down~ Yoshioka brother, there's no need to be with this kind of person~"

"Get out of here!" Yoshioka shook his shoulders and the pretty girl fell directly to the ground.

The fierce and domineering aura shocked the bad boys around him so much that they shut their mouths and dared not make a sound.

The boy had no choice but to pick up the metal baseball bat he had just dropped, get ready, and be ready for battle.

It seemed that this Yoshioka was so overwhelmed with anger that he couldn't communicate with him normally.

All the small "props" in my pocket that I got from the kitchen of Nikaido Ramen Restaurant have been used up.

He never expected that an invincible boss would appear at this point in time.

This time it's really over.

"Wait!" Xinggong Lin shouted loudly, followed by a group of tall black-clad bodyguards wearing sunglasses, as well as the old butler and Xinggong Xi, who walked in from the other side of the alley.

Eh? Why is that silver-haired girl here too?

The young man couldn't help but be surprised.

Xinggong Xi stood forward with her arms folded across her chest, not taking these people seriously at all.

"Excuse me, do you know Shirakawa Akira?" Xinggong Rin took the initiative to ask.

"I don't know him." The bad guys shook their heads.

They had never seen such a scene before, and they all took a few steps back, fearing that they would cause trouble for them.

"I know him, I know him, it's Shirakawa Akira from Class A, Grade 2 at Sakuraritsu High School!" the boy quickly raised his hand to signal.

Things have indeed taken a turn for the better, but the timing is too coincidental.

[Turn right at the exit of the alley. I'll wait for you at the grocery store. ]

Cecia's voice echoed directly in the boy's mind.

It turned out to be the case.

She must have done something to lure Xinggong Xi here.

When Xinggong Xi heard that the middle school masked boy knew Baichuan's whereabouts, she asked the bodyguard to bring the boy over.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Yoshioka stood in the middle and stopped the bodyguard. "I still have a score to settle with this guy. After I'm done, you can ask whatever you want!"

"Ignore him and bring the masked man over here." Xinggong Xi ordered.

She didn't want to negotiate with these scum of society who only knew how to fight and play games all day.

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to push Yoshioka away, but Yoshioka stood there motionless, clenched his fists, and swung them fiercely at the black-clad bodyguard's face.

The bodyguard in black was caught off guard and was hit hard on the head. Even though he was as strong as an ox, he was still knocked several meters away. The skull mark from the brass knuckles was branded on his face, his nose was broken, and blood was flowing. He fainted instantly.

I didn't expect that Yoshioka was fearless and dared to beat anyone.