The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

The young man who ran the shop swallowed hard, inwardly cursing his underlings for being incompetent. He thought to himself that even he was afraid of this kind of thing, let alone them!

Those two women should have told their friends earlier if they had such valuable items; I wouldn't have had a problem giving them away as prizes. But now...

"I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless! I really will call the police!"

Terrified, but forced to appear calm.

There's no way around it. You have to understand that gangsters are very regionally specific. If people find out that he can't even protect his own shop, what's the point of him continuing to be a gangster?

As for calling the police... well, just take it with a grain of salt. If thugs like them call the police and the other party gets away with it, they'll probably end up being locked up for ten days or so to pass the time.

"Hehe~! It's okay, don't be afraid. These are just weapons for self-defense. We will never use violence!"

"No way! Those four guys behind you are already belching black smoke!"

"Hmm... As you can see, this is a perfectly normal phenomenon, and it's not at all like someone wanting to kill someone, pour gasoline into a barrel, and throw it into the sea!"

"..."

Watching Yamamoto and Nojima disappear in a flash, only to return to their original positions with cement and gasoline cans in their hands, the young shop owner finally understood what a real badman was.

These guys can't develop such a strong killing intent unless they've killed a few people!

"Okay, Mana, you said Chisa hit it, did you keep a video?"

"Yeah! I kept my phone on because it was so new and exciting..."

Yoshihara Aina hurriedly pulled up the video from her tightly clutched phone, which was already covered in sweat. Imamura Kohei took it without any disgust, zoomed in, and examined it closely on the screen for five minutes.

"There is no doubt that the sandbag hit the sign!"

"Yoshi, just bury it!"

“Wait, Yamamoto, we’re not yakuza. We need to give them a chance to argue.”

With a kind smile, Miyazawa Yu walked up to the trembling shopkeeper and bent down, his eyes bloodshot and looking down at her, asking slowly and deliberately, "That's it. Do you have anything to say?"

"Well, no matter what you ask, it's the same thing: if the sign doesn't fall, it doesn't get smashed!"

Gritting his teeth and holding on, if it were Yuna Miyazawa who came now, she could overwhelm the thug shop owner with her mere presence, even without using any special techniques.

It's a pity that Miyazawa Yu doesn't have that kind of gangster aura, but he never intended to threaten anyone, so it's not a big problem.

"Oh! That makes a lot of sense. Did you tamper with the mechanism, young man?"

"No! Absolutely not! It must be some kind of error in the video that I misread..."

If it were anyone else who dared to question whether his shop was a shady business, the thug boss would have already attacked them. Unfortunately, the imposing little giant in front of him made him completely lack the courage.

That's how thugs are; they've always been bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the core. The so-called Yakuza spirit is probably an old relic from the Showa era.

"Oh, I see. Boss, I'm itching to try my luck..."

Taking out 500 yen from her wallet, Miyazawa Yu picked up the sandbag Mana had used and tossed it twice, then gave a friendly death threat, "If we find out you've tampered with it~"

"Nisnei!!!"

"kill!"

Pointing to the four oddly shaped remaining people, Miyazawa Yu patted the thug boss on the shoulder and comforted him, "Those are the ones who came to entertain you!"

"what!"

"very scary!"

Even if you're scared, don't say it out loud!

After angrily rebuking his useless underlings who only made things worse, the thug boss's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down a bit—it seemed that these guys were at least reasonable, so there wouldn't be any problems.

Admittedly, my machine does have a problem, but no one would dare to make a definitive statement unless they open it up and look inside!

Although this muscular monster is terrifying, it seems he's going to use a sandbag to experiment, so even if he breaks his arm, he can still keep the sign from falling.

"If you want to test it, just come on, our family has always been honest and trustworthy!"

"Hiss... Boss, have you ever heard of something...?"

"Huh? What?"

Quietly approaching the thug boss, the street urchin stammered, "It's what the neighbors were saying earlier. They said a black gorilla, comparable to a Transformer, has come to our area, and he's swayed a lot of shop managers away!"

"...It's okay! They're just legitimate shops!"

Seeing Miyazawa Yu stretching his muscles, his impressive physique reflecting a warm orange glow under the colored lights, the hoodlum boss, though saying this, couldn't help but feel uneasy inside.

Chapter 184 Yamamoto's reformed kiss!

“Swish!”

A summer breeze carried a warm current as it blew over the shivering trio of thugs. The stench of their scum was overwhelming, creating an oxygen-deprived environment that made breathing extremely difficult.

"..."

Without making a sound, the thug boss glanced at the group of scumbags who had surrounded him in a four-corner formation, rubbing their hands together and adjusting their weapons. His pupils trembled as he reached into his swimming trunks.

Like the Ghost Scale, his machine features a remote-controlled trigger mechanism with an additional metal baffle.

With just a gentle press of the switch, the metal plate behind the movable sign will extend, at which point even a powerful deity wouldn't be able to knock the sign down with a sandbag!

"Hey! Wait a minute, what are you doing?!"

However, no matter how cautious they are, as scum who can risk their lives against Yu, Iori and the others' dynamic vision can only be described as unparalleled, if not excellent.

Just as the thug boss reached into his swim trunks, Kohei Imamura's eerie voice came from behind him.

Stiffly turning his head to meet the latter's terrifying gaze, the thug boss gritted his teeth and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his mind racing as he finally gritted his teeth.

"...I...I'm adjusting the trajectory!"

"Oh! That's a perfectly valid reason!"

"That's right, I agree!"

"It's not surprising that the trajectory was adjusted..."

These guys...

With her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, she looked speechlessly at the scumbags who seemed to empathize with her so much. As more and more people gathered around, Kotegawa Chisa was so embarrassed that she buried her face in her chest.

As for Aina, although she had the same intention, she simply lacked the ability and could only cover her face and turn her head away, pretending to be uninvolved.

That's so embarrassing! Even if guys really do get stuck easily, they should at least be a little more reserved. Saying it out loud when there are so many outsiders watching!

"..."

Although he already knew these guys might be idiots, this was the first time the thug boss had encountered such shameless scum.

You know, just whispering this shameful reason is already the limit of what it takes to be human, yet these guys can agree without batting an eye. It's truly unbelievable!

But that’s fine!

My finger slowly moved to the controller and pressed the strange little button. A faint click sound came through the voice and brought me a sense of peace.

"Hey! Please go ahead and test it. Our store has always been honest and fair to everyone, there must be some misunderstanding!"

"Well, don't worry, our Pab department has always been pragmatic and never bullies the weak."

Miyazawa Yu's ears twitched slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced at the confident shop owner, then calmly gripped the sandbag in his hand and said, "I'm going to throw it now! 1, 2~"

The art style instantly became angular, and before San could utter a word, astonishing power began to flow from Araki's waist, which was covered in wood grain, all the way up his arms and into the sandbag.

"Ugh——!"

The friction between the air and the rapidly flying fabric distorts the space, creating visible wrinkles. The air blasts lift up dust and tear a crack in the Tyndall effect under the warm orange light.

However, his aim seemed a bit off this time. Instead of hitting the target, he skipped the shop and went straight into the strongman's stall next door.

"boom!!!"

"Ding!"

The first sound was the dull thud of a sandbag hitting a metal table, and the second sound was the clear, ringing sound of a copper bell as the force gauge's striking pin reached its peak.

"3! Oh dear, my aim seems a bit off, what a pity..."

Amidst the stunned silence of the onlookers, Miyazawa Yu slowly uttered the final countdown.

Looking at the humble humanoid Gundam, the thug boss felt his hands and feet begin to go numb from his fingertips, and the feeling continued to spread to his torso.

In academic circles, this situation is generally referred to as—a sense of lingering fear!

"Gulp... How is this possible? I remember that shop also had things tampered with, you couldn't even hit the top with a hammer!"

"It's a threat! This is definitely a threat! If this kind of force were to hit someone..."

The first image that popped into his mind was one of bruises and welts, but the street urchin quickly shook his head to erase it. Then, the image of himself with patches of bruises and welts immediately filled in the blanks.

He'll die! He'll definitely die! The thing this guy threw was more like a bullet than a sandbag.

If you get grazed, you'll probably arrive at the crematorium instead of an ambulance!

"Don't...don't be afraid! It's okay, we live in a society governed by the rule of law."

"But we're thugs..."

"So what if they're thugs! Thugs are law-abiding citizens too, they have the same identification documents!"

He was actually about to urinate, but the thug boss's legs were trembling as he forced himself to hold it in, though a few tears were already welling up in his eyes.

"Okay~ next time, I won't miss! 3, 2, 1~! Go!"

"Waaaaah!!! I'm so sorry!"

As the merciless countdown sounded from behind, all dignity was thrown into the trash can, and the fear of violence instantly filled the mind, forcing the thug boss to react almost instinctively.

"...He just knelt down."

"After all, it's Yu, and this wave seems to be a completely new form. It feels like her combat power has increased by more than one level."

Shrugging, Kitahara Iori walked into the messy stall and inspected the target. He found that although the wooden bullseye had been smashed, the pole was still standing proudly.

This was not unexpected, considering that although their grades were not good, they were still science and engineering students from the engineering college.

When the first mechanical clicking sound came out, it was already obvious whether the machine was faulty or not. Now it's just a matter of giving the onlookers an explanation.

"Oh dear~ it seems we really didn't defeat them. I'm so sorry for misunderstanding you~"

"Please forgive me this time, I will never do it again!"

Pulling a butterfly knife from his waistband, the thug boss was so frightened that he cried out, "I know the rules! I was blind to offend you, sir. I'll give you all this little finger as compensation!"

"No way!!!"

With a scream, she rushed over and threw a bag at the former's head. Yoshihara Aina stomped her feet angrily and cursed, "What's wrong with you! Are you out of your mind! This is too dangerous!"

"but……"

"Hmph! Chisa, let's go!"

Staring blankly at Aina's departing figure with a hash symbol on her head, the thug boss froze on the spot, a strange feeling welling up in his nose.

He was the one who took advantage of the young girl first, and yet he was shown concern and forgiven in the end...

I'm such a jerk!

"Ugh, Mana's angry! Okay, okay, Yamamoto, the rest is yours..."

"It'll be fine if we leave them with some psychological trauma. Let's go and comfort them first."

"no problem!"

"Leave it to us."

With faces contorted with jealousy, they waved goodbye to the bastard who had chased after the girl to comfort her. Yamamoto Shinichiro and Nojima Gen sighed helplessly. If they had known there were beautiful girls in the Pab club, they would have joined the Pab club in the first place.

No matter what, these two guys have to take on the dirty work next time. Even if it's their specialty, they can't be overworked!

"Hmm...you three just need to bear with it for a bit, and this matter will be over."

Seeing the terrified trio being repeatedly touched by the perverted, grinning maniac, Miyazawa Yu felt a pang of conscience and gave them a gentle reminder, lest they suffer a mental breakdown due to their inability to cope.

"Secret Technique: The Fallen Angel's Corruption!"

"The allure of a pure and innocent male college student!"

"Kill me! Kill me!"