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"Ugh!"

Zhi Man felt an irresistible force coming from his chin, his vision went black, and he crashed heavily to the ground, dust flying everywhere.

"Chiman!"

With eyes blazing with fury, Tsuji roared and swung his fist at Yoshiki Murayama's cheek.

Yoshiki Murayama immediately raised his right arm to block.

Bang!

Yoshiki Murayama remained motionless, and Tsuji's punches were still completely ineffective.

Immediately afterwards, Murayama's right foot lashed out like a whip, whistling through the air, and struck Tsuji's ribs hard.

boom! ! !

Another loud explosion rang out into the sky.

"Pfft~~~"

Tsuji coughed up a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground.

Crush!

An absolute, despair-inducing crushing defeat!

Around the playground, the full-time delinquents who had originally come out to watch the excitement were now completely silent, as if they had been choked.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with utter shock and fear.

"Are you... just kidding..."

"Tsuji Kazushima... he was just taken down like that!"

"Is this... the strength of a timed-duty gang leader? Is this the monster that withstood the hundred-punch trial?!"

Whispers of fear spread through the crowd.

They finally realized the insurmountable gap between part-time and full-time education.

Because among all the full-time students at Oniya High School, the strongest are Tsuji and Shiba.

Especially when the two of them work together, they are already invincible in the full-time program.

As a result, he was easily beaten down by Yoshiki Murayama.

Yoshiki Murayama flicked his wrist, looked at Shiba Man and Tsuji on the ground, and asked again, "Want to continue?"

"certainly!!!"

"Ah~~~"

Although Shiba and Tsuji had blood all over their mouths, they stood up again and charged at Murayama Yoshiki with a roar.

.........

Beaches along the coast of southern Hunan

The sunlight turned the sea surface into a golden hue, and the sea breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Having just escaped the group of passionate beauties, Ryuji Kurosaki walked over and sat down on a beach chair next to Taiga Narumi, looking slightly tired.

He picked up a bottle of water, took a few gulps, and looked at the six-person group still drawing circles in the distance, a rare helpless smile appearing on his lips.

"Phew~~~ These women are more tiring than fighting."

Ryuji Kurosaki muttered something under his breath.

After quickly rinsing himself off at the beach, Ryuji Kurosaki lay down on a beach chair.

While playing with his phone, Kurosaki Ryuji slowly remembered something: "Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've contacted Tsuji, Shiba-man, and Onizuka and Ryuji."

Then he flipped through his contacts.

I tapped on Tsuji's number and selected a video call.

A few seconds later, the video call connected.

On the screen appeared Tsuji's somewhat disheveled face, with gauze on his forehead, obvious bruises on his cheeks, and a cut on the corner of his mouth. He looked to be in very poor condition.

"Yo...Tsuji."

Ryuji Kurosaki greeted them casually, but his eyes sharpened instantly when he saw the injuries on their faces: "Who did you fight with? How did you get beaten up like this?"

Tsuji gave a wry smile on the other end of the screen, his voice a little hoarse: "Ryuji-nii... don't mention it, we just challenged our Oni-e bastard, Murayama Yoshiki."

"Oh?"

Ryuji Kurosaki raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "And the result?"

Tsuji's bitterness deepened. He slightly turned the camera to reveal Shiba Man lying on the hospital bed next to him, his face also bruised and swollen: "Well... you saw the result... he was completely crushed, utterly powerless to fight back. That guy... he's practically inhumanly strong."

"Oniya Takabancho...Murayama Yoshiki..."

Ryuji Kurosaki repeated the name in a low voice, a glint of predatory interest flashing in his eyes: "Sounds like an interesting fellow. How about I go and 'pay a visit' to Oniya and help you get your revenge?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of struggle crossed Tsuji's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute light.

He shook his head vigorously, wincing in pain from his wound, but still said firmly, "No! Brother Ryuji! Thank you for your kindness! But this is an internal matter for us, Guixie, and it's our own business. I want... I want to challenge them again with my own strength! Although I'm far from it now... I won't give up!"

Looking at the defiant flame in Tsuji's eyes, Kurosaki Ryuji remained silent for a moment, then nodded: "Understood. You have ambition, so keep it up!"

After all, this was Tsuji and Shiba's decision, so we should respect their choice.

"We will, Ryuji-ge! We'll definitely take down Oni-Gak and show you!"

Tsuji nodded vigorously.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and wishing each other well, they ended the call.

Ryuji Kurosaki put down his phone, swiped his finger across the screen, found Eikichi Onizuka's number, and dialed it.

"Beep...beep..."

I dialed 287 several times, and each time I heard the same message.

Ryuji Kurosaki frowned slightly. Although Onizuka was often unreliable, his phone usually wouldn't be off for this long.

A sense of foreboding swept over me.

He immediately found Danma Ryuji's number and dialed it.

This time the call was connected very quickly.

"Hello? Ryuji?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was calm.

"Boss?"

The voice of Ryuji Danma came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat deep and tired: "What made you think of calling me?"

"I was just about to contact Yingji, but I couldn't get through to him on the phone."

Ryuji Kurosaki asked directly, "Where did that guy go to pick up girls this time? Or did he do something outrageous and get detained?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Ryuji Danma's voice came through with a heavy, suppressed tone:

"neither."

"Onizuka... he's in the hospital right now."

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and his fingers tightened slightly around his phone.

"what happened?"

Danma Ryuji took a deep breath, his voice filled with anger and helplessness.

"Three days ago, Yingji was stabbed!"

The sea breeze seemed to stop at that moment.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on Ryuji Kurosaki's sharply defined profile, casting a deep shadow.

His silvery-white hair fluttered gently in the breeze, but his deep eyes held a storm of ice that could freeze everything.

Tsuji Kazushima failed in his challenge against Murayama Yoshiki and got beaten up; such things are perfectly normal in the delinquent world.

Every failed challenge, every painful beating, can even become nourishment for their growth.

But when Onizuka Eikichi was stabbed, the nature of the situation was completely different; it was at least not a simple case of malicious fighting.

Narumi Taiga keenly sensed the change in his boss's aura beside him, slowly sat up straight, and his eyes behind his sunglasses sharpened.

Chapter 169 Night Attack

Time: Three days ago, late at night.

The roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring on the quiet street.

A modified old motorcycle executed a beautiful drift and came to a smooth stop under the dim streetlights at the entrance of the apartment building.

Onizuka Eikichi strode off the car with a flourish, casually removing his helmet to reveal his signature golden pompadour.

He yawned, rubbed his slightly sore shoulders, and was about to go upstairs to go home and get a good night's sleep.

"Phew... I'm exhausted. I'll have to get Ryuji to treat me tomorrow..."

However, he stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

An unusual silence hung in the air, carrying a hint of malice and the smell of rust.

Beyond the glow of the streetlights, the deep shadows seemed to come alive, writhing and pressing in.

"Ok?"

Onizuka Eikichi's eyes, which always carried a hint of cynicism, narrowed instantly, and his beast-like instincts made all the muscles in his body tense up instantly.

The shadow shattered the next moment.

Like a tide, dozens of figures emerged from the surrounding alleyways, behind parked vehicles, and even from the corners of apartment buildings.

In an instant, they surrounded Onizuka Eikichi and his motorcycle, making it impossible to move!

Most of them wore the uniforms of Far East High School or jackets with the Far East High School logo, and carried steel pipes, wooden sticks, and baseball bats.

In the dim light, the faces appeared distorted and ferocious, their eyes filled with hostility and a condescending scrutiny.

"Heh... who is it? Aren't these the third-year 'seniors'? Staying up so late at night, coming as a group to 'pay my respects'? Quite a show of force."

Onizuka Eikichi glanced at it, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

From the crowd, a burly man with a mohawk and a scar on his face stepped out. He was one of the veteran members of the third year at Far East High School, nicknamed "Mad Dog".

He tapped the steel pipe in his hand against his palm, making a dull "thud" sound, and stared fiercely at Onizuka Eikichi:

"Onizuka Eikichi! And Danma Ryuji! You two first-year students, aren't you getting a little too much attention lately? Hmm?"

He took a step closer, spitting almost onto Onizuka Eikichi's face: "Kyoto High School, since when did it become your place as two first-years to call the shots? Hmm? You really think you're something special just because you beat up a few weaklings?"

"Finished talking? If you're done, get lost. I'm sleepy, I don't have time to play house with you bunch of trash."

Onizuka Eikichi picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Minor fish? Playing house?!"

The mad dog was completely enraged. He suddenly raised the steel pipe and roared, "Cripple him for me! Let him know who's in charge in the Far East!"

"Roar!"

Dozens of Far Eastern thugs, armed with weapons, roared and brandished their weapons as they pounced on Onizuka Eikichi from all directions.

The shadows of sticks and steel pipes tore through the air, crashing down with a deadly whistling sound.

At that moment, Onizuka Eikichi's eyes turned like those of a predatory tiger.

Instead of retreating, he charged forward into the midst of the most intense attack!

"You're the ones who're asking for death!"

boom! ! !

Onizuka Eikichi dodged a steel pipe that was about to fall on his head, and at the same time, he delivered an incredibly heavy uppercut, like a cannonball, to the chin of the man charging at the front.

The man didn't even utter a sound before flying backward, knocking over several people.