Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded slightly and strode straight towards the parking lot.

His car was parked there, a Harley NightLude with sharp lines, all black, and exuding the aura of a metallic beast.

Ryuji Kurosaki straddled the motorcycle, and the engine let out a deep and penetrating roar, as if a sleeping beast had been awakened.

The black car body drew a sharp line in the sunset, instantly rushing out of the beach parking lot and merging into the highway leading to the city, leaving only the roar of the engine to quickly disappear in the sea breeze.

.........

Time: Approximately 40 minutes later.

Location: Entrance of Far East University.

The somewhat dilapidated gate of Far East High School exuded an air of decadence in the twilight.

Ryuji Kurosaki's Halley Night Road, like a black phantom, silently stopped near the main gate.

He tossed his short, silvery-white hair, which was ruffled by the wind, and his cold gaze swept across the school gate.

Just then, the phone rang; it was a call from Ryuji Danma.

Ryuji Kurosaki then went to the side, lit a cigarette for himself, and answered the phone.

At the same time, the task panel appeared in front of me.

[Mission detected: "The Guys from Far East High School"]

[Mission Description: "The Guys at Far East High School": Eikichi Onizuka decides to avenge Ikuya Shindouji, who is seriously injured, by venturing into Far East High School.]

[Completion Condition: Defeat Shindouji Ikuya]

[Completion Reward: Several attribute values]

Just then, a few thugs dressed in the uniforms of Far East High School strolled out, arms around each other, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, cursing and swearing.

They were immediately drawn to the stylish and obviously expensive motorcycle parked at the entrance.

"Hey! Look! What a cool car!"

A boy with dyed yellow hair had his eyes shining.

"Harley Night Lude! This thing isn't cheap!"

Another Far East delinquent wearing an earring joined in.

"Whose is it? Parked in front of our school?"

The blond-haired man was bold enough to walk straight to the car and reach out to touch the cold fuel tank cap.

Just then, a tall figure appeared silently beside the motorcycle, grabbing the wrist of the blond-haired man just as he was about to touch the fuel tank.

The blond-haired man was startled and looked up sharply at Kurosaki Ryuji.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you grabbing my hand?"

Huang Mao instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's hand did not move at all.

"This car is mine."

As Ryuji Kurosaki put away his phone, he spoke in a low voice, but with a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze the air.

"Oh, so it's your car!"

Seeing this, the thug from the Far East wearing an earring stepped forward, grinning wickedly, and said, "Kid, this car's nice. How about we borrow it for a bit? We'll return it when we're done!"

Ryuji Kurosaki was too lazy to even bother with nonsense.

He raised his leg and kicked the blond-haired man in the stomach.

"what!!!"

Huang Mao felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car. He screamed and flew three or four meters away, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before finally stopping.

The Far East delinquent wearing an earring stared wide-eyed at Kurosaki Ryuji, then at the blond-haired man lying there motionless, his face filled with shock.

boom! ! !

Before the Far East thug could say anything, Kurosaki Ryuji delivered another punch, landing squarely on his face.

Click!

A clear sound of the bridge of the nose breaking!

"Uh!"

The thug with the earring didn't even have time to let out a proper scream before everything went black, blood spurted out, and he collapsed limply to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining two Far East thugs were terrified, standing rooted to the spot with their legs trembling.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even glance at the two men lying on the ground. His icy gaze swept over the remaining two trembling delinquents from the Far East: "Ikuya Shindouji, are you in the Far East?"

"Yes...yes!"

One of the Far East delinquents was startled by that look and stammered, "But...but we don't know exactly where he is...maybe...maybe in the activity room...maybe..."

"Ok!"

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded, then punched the remaining two Far East delinquents twice more, knocking them all down. He then strode forward, puffing out smoke, and walked straight into the open gates of Far East High School.

Following the corridor, I searched for Shintoji Ikuya.

At the entrance to a staircase, three Far East thugs with cigarettes in their mouths walked towards him, blocking Kurosaki Ryuji's path.

"Hey! Stop right there! Where are you from? You look unfamiliar!"

A burly delinquent with a pompadour hairstyle blocked Kurosaki Ryuji's path, speaking in an unfriendly tone.

The other two also joined in, forming a semi-encirclement.

Ryuji Kurosaki stopped and calmly glanced at the three of them: "I'm looking for Ikuya Shindouji. Where is he?"

"what?"

The guy with the airplane-shaped haircut looked like he'd heard a joke, and exaggeratedly picked at his ear: "Who the hell are you? The boss of Far East High, you think you can just see him whenever you want? Pretty cocky, kid!"

He reached out to shove Ryuji Kurosaki's shoulder.

Just as his hand was about to touch Kurosaki Ryuji's collar.

Ryuji Kurosaki instantly raised his hand and threw a punch.

boom! ! !

A dull thud echoed throughout the corridor.

The man with the airplane-shaped head felt an indescribable force slam into his abdomen, instantly displacing his internal organs. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, and his body uncontrollably curled up like a shrimp.

Ryuji Kurosaki followed up with two more punches, his fists flashing through the air like lightning.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

The guy on the left felt as if he'd been hit in the cheek with a hammer. His head snapped to the side, teeth spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, and his body spun as he crashed into the wall.

The one on the right fared even worse. He was hit in the chin with a precise uppercut, his feet left the ground, and the back of his head slammed heavily against the stair railing. He slipped and fell to the ground without uttering a sound, passing out unconscious.

The whole process happened in an instant.

The three thugs who had been so aggressive just moments before were now all lying on the ground, groaning in pain or unconscious.

Ryuji Kurosaki didn't even move an inch from where he stood, as if he had just casually waved his hand.

Immediately, Kurosaki Ryuji looked down at the man with the mohawk who was painfully retching, his voice still cold and calm: "Now, can you tell me where Shindouji Ikuya is?"

The delinquent with the airplane-shaped haircut looked at the emotionless eyes behind Kurosaki Ryuji's glasses, as if he were looking into an abyss.

Overwhelming fear instantly overwhelmed the pain and humiliation.

He pointed upstairs, his voice trembling with pain and fear: "Third...third floor...the innermost...activity room...he should be there!"

"very good."

Having obtained the exact location, Kurosaki Ryuji stopped and headed towards the stairs.

However, just as he stepped onto the first step...

"what happened?!"

"Who did this?!"

"Stop him! It's that silver-haired guy!"

The commotion and screams from the fight finally attracted more Far East thugs.

Like stirring up a hornet's nest, dozens of people poured out from various classrooms and deep into the corridors.

In an instant, the stairwell and corridor were completely blocked, and everyone stared fiercely at Kurosaki Ryuji, who was alone on the steps.

Ryuji Kurosaki stood on the stairs, slightly turned to the side, looking at the dark mass of Far East delinquents surging in like an angry tide.

His handsome face remained expressionless, but the cold light deep within his eyes suddenly became as sharp and piercing as a drawn blade.

Chapter 171 One Man Slaughters an Entire School

Looking around, dozens of Far East thugs surged in like an angry tide, a dark mass of them.

Instead of being nervous at all, Ryuji Kurosaki's lips slowly curled into a cold and amused smile.

That smile, under the corridor lights, seemed exceptionally glaring.

The Far East thugs, who were charging forward with a roar, all paused in surprise, and their momentum involuntarily slowed down.

This guy is surrounded by so many of us, and he can still laugh?

Is he out of his mind?

Or were they just terrified?

In the brief moment when they were stunned, less than a second later...

Ryuji Kurosaki moved.

He slowly raised his right hand, took off the glasses that obscured his sharp eyes, folded them, and put them into his inner pocket.

Just as the glasses were put away.

An invisible yet palpable sense of terrifying oppression, like a chilling tide, swept across the entire stairwell, centered on Ryuji Kurosaki.

The air seemed to become thick and heavy.

The closest Far East thugs instantly felt their breath catch in their throats, their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, and a tremendous fear, stemming from their biological instincts, rose from their hearts.

Their charging steps froze on the spot, their pupils dilated with horror!

It was during that brief pause.

boom! ! !

A dull bang.

Ryuji Kurosaki had already arrived in front of a Far East delinquent, his fist slamming into the man's cheek with a shrill sound that tore through the air.

The Far East thug couldn't even let out a scream before his head lolled to the side and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

"what?!"

"He...he made the first move?!"

"He dared to fight back even though we surrounded him!"

The remaining Far East thugs were even more shocked.

But just as they were all stunned by this unbelievable scene,

boom! boom! boom!

Three more impacts echoed all around.

Ryuji Kurosaki landed a left punch on the jaw of a Far East delinquent, smashed another's nose with his right elbow, and delivered a sharp side kick to the stomach of a third man.

The three who were hit screamed and rolled to the ground, instantly losing their fighting ability.

In just a few seconds, four people were already lying on the ground.

And they were all instantly killed.