Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 100 Meeting My Beloved Friends is Terrifying

Upon seeing Ai, he immediately looked at Aoyama Rin.

This is a shopping mall, crowded and noisy; it's not a good place to start a fight.

Aoyama Ryo stood still.

When things got out of hand, he decided to resolve them privately using the system, rather than taking matters into his own hands in public.

"I recently moved and thought the security situation had improved, so I became complacent about strengthening our military capabilities," he reflected.

Otherwise, we could go up there now and show some force, like twisting the steel pipe like a charging cable, and the other party probably wouldn't dare to cause any more trouble.

The system is still too cumbersome.

They jokingly call it a belt, and it really is like a transformation device—it can't be shown in public.

"These people are awful!" Mizuki Ono whispered.

After stopping the man with the earring, the red-haired guy and his friends left the courtyard laughing and joking.

"I'll have someone check the surveillance footage. We'll deal with them after they leave the mall." Seeing Ai take out her phone, she coldly sent a message.

Aoyama Rika, whose eyes were fixed on the group of thugs, was about to follow them, but stopped after hearing her words.

"Can you send them to prison?" he asked.

“Those who engage in rude behavior, disrupt queues, or interfere with the normal activities of others in public places shall be detained for up to 29 days; or fined up to 1 yen.” See Ai’s statement.

“They got off too easily,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Hmph!" Ono Mizuki said angrily.

"I'm going to the restroom." Aoyama Risa put his hands in his pockets and walked out.

"Come back!" Jian Ai scolded.

She added, "If the charge of obstructing business can be confirmed, the sentence will be imprisonment for up to three years or a fine of up to 500,000 yen."

"Can you confirm?" Aoyama asked.

“My family has the most professional lawyers and strong connections with the Shinjuku Ward police—dealing with them is a small matter; the most important thing now is Mika-senpai and the others.”

Aoyama looked towards the stage.

Akika Gasai, Sakura Bess, and the others were surrounding Mika Ono, trying to comfort her, but even they were at a loss.

They must be encouraged.

Aoyama Risa took his hands out of his pockets, raised them above his head, and clapped vigorously.

Everyone in the atrium looked at him, but he stared straight at the stage.

"Go for it!!" Mikami Ai shouted towards the stage, cupping her hands in front of her lips like a megaphone.

"Go for it!!" Mizuki Ono shouted as well.

Some people around were puzzled, some frowned and complained about the noise, some thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill, and some smiled knowingly.

"Great!" a man shouted.

"They're all so cute!" a girl exclaimed from another spot.

There were few cheers, but the Sunny Day Band still relied on this little bit of warmth to muster up the courage to return to their respective positions.

Mika Ono bowed to the audience and then stood quietly under the spotlight.

Drummer Mengshi struck the drumsticks, playing music.

My finger bled again while I was practicing guitar today.

Looking at the blood on my fingertips, I was reminded of myself ten years ago.

This time, all eyes in the courtyard were on them.

They felt a surge of courage within them, and they were certain they would shout at those people if they dared to come again.

Ono Mizuki hummed along to the rhythm.

Aoyama looked towards the second floor of the courtyard, where the group of thugs were perched on the railing, laughing and pointing at the first floor.

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

Seeing that Shang Ai wasn't paying attention, he let him go.

She sighed as if she had a headache, and said to the unsuspecting Mizuki Ono, "Mizuki, I'm going to the restroom too."

"okay."

Seeing that Ai had caught up with Aoyama Rin, she quickly followed.

"What are you doing here?" Aoyama asked.

"I need to use the restroom too," Ai replied without changing her expression.

Aoyama Ryo went up to the second floor, parted ways with Mikami Ai in front of the restroom, and went into the men's restroom.

He washed his hands, turned around and came out. Just after turning the corner, he heard a sound.

"Where are you going?" Jian Shangai stood at the corner with her arms crossed.

"You don't even wash your hands after using the toilet?" Aoyama Risa asked incredulously.

"I didn't go in."

"."

“Those people were as happy as pigs rolling in the mud. I stopped you just so you wouldn’t fall into the mud too.” Jian Ai paused slightly. “There will be professionals to take care of them.”

“I really came here to use the restroom,” said Aoyama Osamu.

"Is it ready?"

"All right."

"Can we go back?"

"How did they get here? By car? If by car, where did they park?" Aoyama asked.

“If you don’t interfere, they’ll go to jail; if you hit them, they might just be detained—think it through.” (The rest of the text is left to the individual to choose from.)

"First."

Aoyama Ryo guarantees he'll beat them so badly they'll feel like they're in prison for the rest of their lives. Too ruthless?

She scared Ono Mika, affecting her first stage performance, and even talked to him about how ruthless she was.

"However, I'll have to trouble you to have your classmate clean up the mess," Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

“I don’t like owing favors.” Jian Shang laughed. “However, I happen to have something on her.”

"Well done! I'll let you publish all my future books, and I guarantee you'll become the greatest publisher of the 21st century!"

Aoyama Ryo decides to write one book a year. How much money will he earn in his lifetime if he sees Ai?
I should be able to repay her kindness.

“Now I also have leverage over you,” Ai Kasumi continued.

"." That's not fun anymore.

"Go ahead, I'll have my bodyguards show you the way."

“Keep them away. Once I start,” Aoyama pointed to his eyes, “I’ll kill without blinking an eye.”

"My friend's family, or rather her family, owns a company that specializes in wasteland disposal. They're responsible for filling in Tokyo Bay, and they can even handle murder cases, but it's best to avoid them."

"You and your friends are terrifying."

“You’re my friend too,” said Ai. “Take care on your journey.”

Aoyama Risa doesn't like to give people ratings, but if he had to give Mikami Ai a rating, he would give her a B.

After all, a special task needs to be completed to get from 'B→A'.

I hope she will continue to work hard.

Aoyama Ryo hadn't gone far when a man carrying a briefcase approached him discreetly.

“Please follow me,” he whispered.

Aoyama followed him, and the two left the mall and went to the parking garage.

The three people's car was a K-car, and judging from its appearance, it was so old that parking fees were a bit expensive, to the point that they were too lazy to even keep the car.

The three arrived shortly afterward.

After all, they're here to cause trouble, and they might come many times, but they can't stay too long each time.

The three of them chatted and laughed about what had just happened in the courtyard, as if no one else was around.

"That woman has really big breasts!"

"But the one who sings is still prettier."

"They all look very young, and maybe one or two of them are virgins."

"I feel like they're going to become famous. How about we sleep with them before they become famous?" the red-haired man suggested.

"Hey, you're even worse than me!" the earring-wearing man who had pretended to go on stage earlier laughed and scolded.

“We’ll apologize later,” the red-haired man said. “When we get back, we’ll ask other groups for help. They’ll harass them while they’re performing on the street. We’ll pretend to protect them, and it won’t take long before we can take them to a love hotel.”

The man in the floral shirt smiled and said, "Great idea."

"We definitely have to take pictures. Once they become famous, we can ask for some money, or maybe do a few more!" the earring-wearing man exclaimed excitedly.

You made the right choice.

Aoyama Risa emerged from the shadows.

The man in the floral shirt sized him up for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

“If the stupidity of ‘invading Russia in winter’ is a B, then your words and actions just now are an A,” said Aoyama Osamu.

"Someone from the mall?!" The man in the floral shirt became alert.

The red-haired man pulled out a dagger from behind him.

--system

[Begin your 'free fighting' training]

System·Aoyama Risa stepped forward.

[Due to exhaustion, the instruction has ended.]

Aoyama Risa was completely exhausted. With her last breath, she tried to give the earring-wearing man on the ground one last punch, but she couldn't finish it.

He had no choice but to sit on the other person's lap.

"Haha." He was panting.

My vision is a bit blurry. Is it because of my physical exhaustion, or is it because it's dark outside and the parking lot is dimly lit?
When he had the energy to shift his gaze, he examined the results.

The man in the floral shirt and earring had a bruised and swollen face with dislocated joints, while the man in the red shirt who pulled out a dagger was covered in blood.

Look at his chest, it's still rising and falling; he's seriously injured but not dead.

Aoyama Ri took out his cell phone.

[Aoyama Ryo: Alright, have your people come over.]

[See Love: You leave first; they won't dare approach if you're there.]

[See Love: [Video]]

In the video, Aoyama easily knocks down the three men, and then it's a free-for-all beating, no, a free-for-all fight.

Even if you're present at the scene, as long as you're not hostile, you won't be selected by the system? That's good news.

It's just too brutal; no wonder even professional bodyguards are too scared to get close.

[Mizuki Ono: Are you constipated?]

Aoyama Rin, who had originally planned to rest for a while, struggled to get up.

He lost his balance for a moment and swayed.

Oh no, I've embarrassed myself.

However, in the eyes of the bodyguards hiding in the shadows, his posture was surprisingly relaxed and carefree, exuding a confidence that he had absolute control over the situation.

(End of this chapter)