I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The menacing yakuza members grabbed the two men by the collar and threw them onto the roadside like trash.

The encirclement quickly shrank towards Cheng Fei and Ye Shuang, and the human wall formed by the Extreme Dao pushed forward.

"Hand over the stuff if you don't want to die, kid!" A man in a suit walked up with an arrogant gait, his hands in his pockets, speaking in a standard Japanese trill, his saliva almost spraying onto the faces of the boys and girls.

"Master Ye, do you have any plans?" Cheng Fei asked calmly.

"No." Ye Shuang replied coldly, hiding behind the boy.

"You don't have a gun?"

"No."

"They don't have guns, do they?"

"No, generally not. Besides, do you think they need it?"

"That's true."

As Cheng Fei spoke, he pulled off the tie around his neck to avoid causing trouble later.

Seeing the boy's actions, the yakuza man's eyes widened, his whites bloodshot. "Hey, hey, hey, don't you understand? I told you to hand over the stuff!"

He unbuttoned his shirt collar, revealing a dense array of tattoos that stretched across his chest, as if trying to intimidate the boys and girls.

"Cheng Fei, make your move." Ye Shuang narrowed her eyes.

"Can we beat so many people?" Cheng Fei said, while still cracking his knuckles and neck.

There were dozens, or even hundreds, of yakuza members in front of him. He couldn't even count them all.

"Don't be afraid," Ye Shuang said, hugging her briefcase tightly and reassuring him.

"Alright then." Cheng Fei nodded.

"When I tell you to run, just run. Go your separate ways and don't worry about me," Ye Shuang said again.

"Okay." Cheng Fei, unaware of her plans, agreed.

The boy was not afraid at all; in fact, he was a little excited. After practicing for so long, he was itching to fight.

"Kid, now's not the time for you to play the hero..."

Before the yakuza man at the front could finish speaking, he was hit by a lightning-fast uppercut from Cheng Fei, his eyes rolled back, and he fell asleep with a thud.

A simple and straightforward OK.

The power of a young person is terrifying.

With a physical attribute of 877 and well-trained fighting skills, he would still be bullied by Ye Shuang, but that doesn't mean that ordinary people can provoke him, not even ordinary yakuza.

The boy's attack was so sudden that many yakuza members hadn't even seen what happened. The only thing they were certain of was that their leader had fallen.

Thus, a battle was about to break out.

The yakuza members targeted the boy and planned to subdue him.

Cheng Fei adopted a boxing stance and almost knocked down one person with a single punch; only occasionally could he exchange a few blows with someone.

The yakuza members hadn't expected anyone to be so skilled in combat, and in the blink of an eye, a gap was torn open in the human wall.

Then, Ye Shuang grabbed her briefcase and ran away without looking back.

The girl was short, but incredibly fast. Before Cheng Fei could even react, she had already broken through the encirclement and disappeared into the distance.

"Holy crap! Master Ye?" The boy was shocked by her lack of martial ethics.

"I'll go first, you hold things up for a bit!" Ye Shuang called out.

I'll drag you down with my *swear words*.

Cheng Fei managed to hold back his curses.

The yakuza members weren't stupid either. They didn't give him a chance to stall, leaving him standing there, and chased after the girl.

Ye Shuang hadn't run far when a large group of extreme elements surged out of the road ahead, blocking her way.

Cheng Fei saw this scene from afar and found it somewhat amusing.

Ye Shuang stopped, clutching her briefcase, and found herself alone amidst the encirclement.

In this situation, the girl turned her head and looked through the wall of people at the boy, and suddenly smiled with a hint of smugness.

"Cheng Fei, the stuff is in the car, run!" she said.

Because it was in Chinese, even if she shouted it out clearly, only the boy could understand it.

The yakuza members were still staring at the briefcase in the girl's arms, thinking that their mission target was right in front of them. Faced with the delicate-looking girl, they rubbed their hands together and surrounded her, revealing lewd smiles.

Ye Shuang's expression was one of disgust, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes...

Cheng Fei was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to the car and found an identical briefcase placed where Ye Shuang had been sitting.

Upon opening it, the accounts were indeed inside.

Because everyone was distracted, he easily obtained the item and could run away immediately if he wanted to.

At this moment, Chief Kishimoto, who had been thrown to the roadside and tactically knocked unconscious, got up and asked, "Mr. Cheng, are you alright?"

"It's alright." Cheng Fei quickly helped him up, then stuffed the briefcase into his arms. "The accounts are in there, you should go now."

Headquarters Chief Kishi was startled, "Mr. Cheng, what are you going to do..."

"I'll go help her. You run quickly, or you'll get caught." Cheng Fei glanced at Ye Shuang, who was already fighting, and urged her in a deep voice.

"These people are yakuza..."

“That’s why someone needs to cover the rear, and of course, this is something a young person should do.” The boy’s gaze was firm.

Chief Kishi met his gaze for a second, his expression solemn and respectful. "I understand. Please be very careful."

Under the boy's gaze, Chief Kishi concealed the briefcase in his bosom.

The middle-aged man, who hadn't exercised in a long time, gritted his teeth and ran.

He ran until he disappeared from the boy's sight, then stopped, panting, to catch his breath.

Recalling his acting skills just now, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a sneer.

"That kid is still too young." Chief Kishi muttered smugly to himself as he strode toward the nearby station.

As he walked, he made a phone call, "Hello, Mr. Kato, this is Kishimoto. I've received the accounts. Should we just destroy them? What about our agreement..."

……

Cheng Fei stood by the roadside, watching the middle-aged man run away in a somewhat comical manner, then looked at Ye Shuang, who was in the midst of a one-against-one challenge, and clasped his hands together in prayer for her for a second.

"Master Ye, keep it up, you're the best."

The boy strolled back to the car with a leisurely pace, took out the accounts and tucked them under his arm, randomly chose a direction, put his hands in his pockets, and hummed a song as he jogged away.

……

220. Two people in completely different circumstances

Whether it was because the Yakuza had deliberately cleared the area, or because Japan's declining birth rate had led to a lack of people in places like Shimooji, Cheng Fei had to run a long way before finally encountering someone.

A typical high school girl wearing glasses walks alone on her way home, carrying her schoolbag.

She glanced at the boy running towards her and then lowered her head, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Hello." Cheng Fei stood in front of her, catching his breath.

"Hello..." The high school girl felt that the boy's accent was a bit strange, as if he were a foreigner, but she didn't have time to care about that at the moment.

The boy possesses a sunny and handsome charm that even the most meticulously crafted idols cannot match.

His hair and clothes were somewhat disheveled, he was breathing rapidly, and there were sweat stains on his forehead, as if he had just experienced some accident.

Her slightly disheveled appearance couldn't hide her unique temperament. Just looking into those gentle, sincere, and intellectual eyes made the high school girl feel like her heart was going to jump out of her chest.

"Just got out of school?" the boy asked casually.

"Yes."

Are you busy next?

"Not busy... but I have to go home." The high school girl answered unconsciously, then quickly added.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor." The boy grabbed her hand directly.

"Y-yes...but, um, let go first..." The high school girl stammered, her neck shrinking back in panic.

Unable to resist, she, who had never had a boyfriend in her life, simply couldn't resist the sudden enthusiasm of the handsome foreign boy.

"What's your name?" the boy asked, gazing into her eyes.

"Anna, Reiko Yasukawa..."

"Reiko? That sounds lovely." The boy smiled. "Could you please deliver this to Ginza and then make this call? This is extremely important to me; I can only rely on you."

Without saying a word, the boy shoved a thick document into her arms.

The high school girl instantly imagined countless scenarios, "Okay, okay..."

"This money is your reward. Please do your best to fulfill it. I will formally thank you when we meet again." The boy then handed her a few more Fukuzawa Yukichi bills.

"No, it doesn't cost money..."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Reiko."

The boy gave her a light hug, then quickly turned and left, as if he had more important business to attend to.

The high school girl stood there, stunned for several minutes, before finally snapping out of it, clutching the accounts, and running towards the nearby station.

She accidentally bumped into a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase while boarding the tram and fell to the ground.

"Really, be careful." The middle-aged man was absent-minded and indifferent, not helping her up. He only noticed that she was hugging something tightly to her chest and guessed that the high school girl had become obsessed with some kind of collectible again.

The high school girl apologized softly and moved to a deeper part of the carriage...

After a while, the conference room door was pushed open forcefully, and a thick stack of accounts was handed to Lin Xuanqi.

The girl flipped through the pages a few times, then looked at the Kato couple in front of her, a cruel smile curving her lips.

The Kato couple, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were dumbfounded. Kato Kai quickly grabbed his phone, went outside, and made a call.

Just as he checked into a hotel and was about to take a shower to relax, General Manager Kishi received a phone call.

"Idiot! Didn't you say you got the accounts?" came a roar from the other end.

"I...I did get it..." The middle-aged man was stunned, and quickly opened the briefcase he had thrown on the sofa.

It is indeed an account book.

He took out the accounts, opened them, and discovered that only the cover contained the accounts; the inside was actually a thick book.

"Understanding Human Form... What the hell is this?!" The middle-aged man screamed in terror.

……

On the other hand, let's rewind a little.

The yakuza are experiencing the biggest setback of their careers.

Those men who usually had fierce eyes and suits liningd with images of demons and monsters, making ordinary people avoid them, were now swarming around like maggots.

Fortunately, this section of road was very deserted, otherwise traffic would have been paralyzed.

There weren't many people left standing on the field; they were all seasoned veterans of combat, whose physical abilities and fighting experience far surpassed those of ordinary people, and they all stared intently in one direction.

The aloof-faced girl was in the center of the encirclement, panting heavily.

Suddenly, she carelessly tossed her briefcase, which she had been carefully protecting, onto the ground.

The yakuza members who noticed this scene did not dare to rush to steal it.

Those who dared to underestimate this seemingly delicate girl were all lying on the ground, some clutching their ribs and groaning, some even foaming at the mouth, and upon closer inspection, one could find specks of blood on the road.

At this moment, in their eyes, the girl was no longer a girl, but a monster.

There's no way to get that briefcase without subduing her.