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Ryuji Kurosaki has arrived.

Yujiro Ishihara's gaze instantly focused on that figure, and a cold smile, a mixture of admiration and fighting spirit, slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"No wonder he's the man who dared to storm into Suzuran all by himself and even made that Suzuran guy suffer a setback."

Yujiro Ishihara's voice was exceptionally clear in the howling wind, carrying a rough texture: "You actually dared to come alone? Ryuji Kurosaki, I admire your courage."

Ryuji Kurosaki walked without stopping and stopped ten steps away from Yujiro Ishihara.

The night breeze also ruffled the few strands of sweat-dampened black hair on his forehead.

His calm gaze swept across the empty bridge surface and the equally deserted section behind Ishihara Yujiro, his voice as steady and still as the river beneath the bridge.

"Each each other."

He responded casually, his gaze returning to Ishihara Yujiro's angular face, which was etched with toughness and fighting spirit: "What do you want?"

Yujiro Ishihara did not answer immediately, but instead took out a cell phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and quickly swiped his fingers across the screen.

Then, he suddenly swung his arm, and the phone, like a black dart, flew through the air with a sharp sound, precisely towards Kurosaki Ryuji.

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand shot out like lightning, catching the flying phone steadily.

On the screen was a clear photograph.

The background of the photo is a pile of foul-smelling garbage and sewage.

The subject of the photo is Amano, who is slumped in an extremely contorted position.

His once handsome face was now half swollen up like fermented dough, bluish-purple and shiny, with horrifying bruises beneath his skin. His mouth was torn, with congealed blackish-red blood, and a few teeth were scattered on the filthy ground.

His eyes were tightly closed, like a completely beaten dead dog, long since devoid of consciousness.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze lingered on the photo for two seconds, his face expressionless, as if he were looking at something insignificant.

Then he casually tossed the phone back.

Yujiro Ishihara caught his phone steadily, put it back in his pocket, and stared intently at Ryuji Kurosaki: "I've dealt with Amano's idiot personally. He's no longer one of Kawada's men."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, carrying a resolute and forceful tone: "However, Ryuji Kurosaki, don't misunderstand, I'm not here to beg for your mercy, much less to seek your forgiveness!"

As Ishihara Yujiro took a step forward, a fierce fighting spirit, as if it were tangible, erupted and collided with the howling night wind.

"I'm going to get to the bottom of this and get rid of all the bad apples in the way!"

Yujiro Ishihara's voice boomed like a war drum, filled with unwavering determination: "That way, I can fight Housen without any scruples! With my fists, I'll settle all the scores and grudges that need settling!"

Ryuji Kurosaki quietly observed the burning fighting spirit and almost fanatical obsession in Yujiro Ishihara's eyes.

A few seconds of silence followed, broken only by the ceaseless roar of traffic below the bridge and the howling wind overhead.

"learn."

Ryuji Kurosaki finally spoke, his voice still steady.

"time?"

Yujiro Ishihara pressed on, his voice tinged with eager anticipation.

"One week later."

Ryuji Kurosaki gave a deadline: "This afternoon, is that alright?"

"it is good!"

Yujiro Ishihara's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he had no objection to this timing.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School.

"You set the time, and I'll decide the location—it'll be at your Fengxian Northwest Branch School! Last time, your people ran wild on my turf; this time, it's our turn to go to your territory and give you a proper 'visit'!"

Upon hearing Ishihara Yujiro's words, Kurosaki Ryuji's lips curled up slightly.

"Fengxian Northwest Branch School, we'll be waiting for you there. By the way, don't think that Fengxian's territory is so easy to invade."

After saying those words, Kurosaki Ryuji didn't linger. He turned around, took steady steps, and walked down the overpass alone, retracing his steps.

The tall figure quickly blended into the light and shadow of the traffic below the bridge and disappeared.

On the overpass, only Ishihara Yujiro remained.

He remained leaning against the cold railing, gazing in the direction where Ryuji Kurosaki had disappeared, his fighting spirit burning like a tangible flame.

He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"One week...Northwest Branch..."

He muttered to himself, his voice fading in the wind, yet carrying with it an unwavering resolve.

..............

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon, the sky was overcast, with thick, leaden-gray clouds hanging low over the No. 1 High School of Hetian.

The air was filled with a damp, earthy smell and a chilling, rusty, desolate atmosphere.

The vast open space in Kawada was no longer empty.

people!

Crowded with people!

All the combat forces still capable of operating in Kawada No. 2 High School District 1 were mobilized at this moment.

The number of people is close to two hundred.

Many people were still injured, wrapped in bandages, and some even had bruises still visible on their faces.

Some of these wounds are the shameful marks left from the previous surprise attack on the northwest of Fengxian, while others are the spoils of war left from the attack on the northeast of Fengxian the day before yesterday.

At this moment, these injuries did not become obstacles, but rather, like medals, ignited an even more intense flame in their eyes.

They want to wash away this shame and pain with the blood of the enemy!

They stood in small groups, not saying much to each other.

Yujiro Ishihara was standing at the very front of the group.

With his hands in his pockets, his back straight as a javelin, and his eyes like those of a ferocious beast, he slowly scanned the two hundred pairs of eyes burning with fighting spirit gathered below.

His gaze swept over the wounded soldiers, their eyes now even more ferocious despite their bandages, before finally settling on a few key figures at the front of the crowd.

Holding bandages and plasters, Shinjo Kyuta and Yasunari, whose injuries had not yet healed, along with Johnson, Julie, and some other Kawada executives, were present.

Then Ishihara Yujiro slowly withdrew his hand and raised it high.

This action is like pressing a mute button.

The clamor of nearly two hundred people below vanished instantly, and all eyes turned to him, like soldiers awaiting the order to charge.

"Bros!"

Yujiro Ishihara's booming voice, like muffled thunder, clearly pierced through the heavy air and reached everyone's ears.

"It's been a week!"

Yujiro Ishihara's voice suddenly rose, filled with pent-up anger like a volcano: "Sanko, Goro, Rokujo... we still have more than 60 brothers lying in bed unable to move!"

"Those wounds! That blood! That shame!"

Yujiro Ishihara pointed sharply to the northwest, his arm as straight as a javelin, his voice like the roar of a wild beast: "Who gave it to us?! It was those bald guys from Housen who caused it!"

"boom!"

The suppressed anger of the Kawada delinquents was instantly ignited.

A deafening roar erupted from below!

"Kill him!"

"Crush Fengxian!"

"eye for eye!!"

Ishihara Yujiro let the roar of revenge pound around him for a moment before suddenly waving his hand to quiet it down.

His gaze grew colder and sharper.

"Today, we stand here not to grovel and beg for mercy!"

Ishihara Yujiro's voice was resolute and filled with unwavering determination: "Today! We've gathered all our strength! We have only one goal! To defeat Housen! To show Housen what happens when they anger Kawada!"

"Use their cries! Use their blood! To mourn our fallen brothers! To wash away the shame we have suffered!"

"In this battle, there is no turning back!"

Ishihara Yujiro took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a bellows, and then unleashed a roar powerful enough to tear apart the dark clouds:

"If you advance, never retreat!"

"If you advance, never retreat!"

"If you advance, never retreat!"

Nearly two hundred Kawada delinquents roared in unison, their voices rising into the sky like a tangible tsunami!

Ishihara Yujiro then abruptly waved his hand, pointing towards the direction of the Northwest Branch School of Hosen, his voice like a drawn blade, issuing the final order to advance:

"Let's go! Northwest Branch School of Fengxian! Crush them!"

"Roar!!!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the delinquents of Kawada transformed into a torrent, led by Ishihara Yujiro, surging out of the open space, onto the streets, and heading towards the Housen Northwest Branch School.

Chapter 141 Sniping!

Yujiro Ishihara led nearly two hundred enraged Kawata delinquents.

Like a torrent, it quickly reached the edge of the sphere of influence of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School.

The oppressive atmosphere in the air suddenly intensified.

The few Kawada delinquents who were scouting ahead ran back at this moment, their faces filled with panic and solemnity.

"Boss Yujiro! The front...the front is blocked!"

A scout, panting, reported: "The three main intersections are all filled with Fengxian's bald heads! There are... a huge number of them! The leaders are their officers! Judging by their posture, they're just waiting for us to charge in!"

Yujiro Ishihara's eyes sharpened, scanning the street intersection that was faintly visible ahead like a hawk's.

I understand, just as Ryuji Kurosaki said before.

The territory of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School is not so easy to conquer.

If I led my men to charge forward at this moment, we would definitely be surrounded and wiped out.

"In that case, let's just confront each other head-on!"

Yujiro Ishihara's attitude was tough, and his eyes showed no fear, but rather a burning fighting spirit.

He made a decisive move, waving his hand sharply, his voice as clear and resolute as a drawn sword: "We will split into three groups!"

"Johnson! Newtown! You take a team and charge in from the west overpass."

"Juli! Ya Cheng! You two take a team and break into the secondhand market on the east side."

"The rest of you, come with me! I'm going to personally deal with that bald guy blocking the road!"

The command is concise and clear, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The turbulent torrents in Hetian instantly split into three even more swift currents, like water surface tossed with pebbles, rushing off in different directions.

…………

Near the entrance to the secondhand market on the east side.

This is a relatively narrow area filled with various discarded furniture, appliance casings, and metal scraps, with the air thick with the smell of rust and dust.

Julie and Ya Cheng led about 60 Kawada scoundrels, moving swiftly and cautiously through the waste-filled passageways like a pack of ferocious hyenas.

Julie's silent face was filled with a ferocious fighting spirit.

Ya Cheng grinned, his eyes filled with malice. Although his abdomen was wrapped in thick bandages, making his movements somewhat sluggish, his ferocity as a desperate criminal remained undiminished.

"Hurry up, the bald guys from Fengxian are just ahead!"