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Other cadres echoed his sentiments, creating a heated yet cruel atmosphere.

They had already begun to fantasize about how, after completely eliminating the Oni-Baku duo, they could wreak havoc on Far East High School and even the entire neighborhood.

Just then, an unusual commotion was faintly heard in the corridor outside the door.

At first, there were shouts and running sounds, followed by several dull thuds and short screams, which eventually seemed to turn into a chaotic fight and more wailing.

The sound grew louder and closer; you could even hear the vibrations of a body hitting the walls and doors!

The smugness on Shindouji Ikuya's face vanished instantly, replaced by annoyance and anger.

He stubbed out his cigarette hard in the ashtray, making a harsh scraping sound.

"Damn it! What's all that noise outside?! What are those idiots from Yamada's gang doing?!"

He growled irritably, "Don't you know we're discussing serious business?! Send someone to check on those guys and tell them to shut up. If they make another sound, break their legs!"

"Yes! Boss!"

An official sitting near the door immediately stood up in response.

This man was nicknamed "Monkey" because, in addition to looking like a monkey, he was known for his bad temper and ruthlessness.

He stood up cursing, his face full of impatience: "Damn it! Which blind bastard dared to interrupt our discussion? I'll skin him alive!"

He yanked open the sliding door to the activity room with a menacing air, strode out, and roared, "Get the hell to install all of these...!"

The word 'quiet' hadn't yet come out of his mouth.

Suddenly, his voice seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, stuck in his throat.

The monkey's angry expression froze instantly, turning into extreme horror. Its eyes widened like copper bells, its eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

The scene before him completely overturned his understanding.

Under the corridor lights, the place that should have been filled with elite personnel now resembled a slaughterhouse in hell.

More than twenty familiar third-year cadres and elite delinquents who usually roamed freely in the Far East were now lying in various contorted and painful positions throughout the corridor.

Some were curled up and groaning, some were foaming at the mouth and unconscious, and some were holding their obviously deformed limbs and howling in agony.

Bloodstains were splattered on the walls, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and sweat.

The source of all this was quietly standing in the middle of the corridor.

A tall man with short, silver-white hair.

He was wearing a dark jacket, his hands hanging casually at his sides, and there were hardly any signs of a fight on his body, except for a few bloodstains on the soles of his shoes.

His face was expressionless, his eyes calmly looking over, but his gaze was as cold as ice, seemingly devoid of any human emotion, only showing a detached indifference as if looking down on an ant.

The monkey's mind went blank.

He recognized Yamada, as well as the others lying on the ground, who could almost represent the top combat force of the third-year students at Far East High School.

So many people, so much fighting power, and just like that... they all fell?

They were all wiped out by one person?!

Even though he hadn't seen the first or second floor yet.

But at this moment, the sight of Yamada and the others' miserable state alone made him tremble uncontrollably.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around his heart.

He wanted to scream, to warn others, but his throat felt blocked, and he could only make a hissing sound.

It was in that instant when his brain went blank and his body stiffened, unable to react at all.

Ryuji Kurosaki made a move!

His movements were as fast as a ghost.

The monkey only felt a blur before its eyes, and the tall figure had already covered several meters and arrived in front of it in an instant.

I could even clearly see my own face, distorted with fear, reflected in the other person's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a fist with distinct knuckles and terrifying power rapidly enlarged in his terrified, dilated pupils.

No frills, no warning!

boom! ! !

A muffled thud, like a watermelon bursting!

Ryuji Kurosaki's right fist, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, landed squarely and without reservation on the monkey's face.

The monkey felt as if its face had been hit head-on by a heavy motorcycle traveling at high speed!

The bridge of his nose collapsed instantly, and his cheekbone made a cracking sound that made your teeth ache!

The immense impact caused his head to snap back, his cervical spine groaning under the strain.

Blood, snot, tears, and several broken teeth gushed from his mouth and nose like fireworks.

He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his vision was instantly swallowed up by boundless darkness.

Consciousness was completely severed.

My whole body felt as if all my strength had been drained, and I slumped backward.

However, his body did not collapse.

Because in the instant he lost consciousness and his body leaned backward.

Kurosaki Ryuji's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing his head like an iron clamp.

...........

Activity room.

Shindouji Yuya picked up a cold beer, trying to suppress the inexplicable unease in his heart.

The last dull thud outside the door struck his nerves like a heavy hammer.

He frowned, about to curse again, "What is this monkey up to?", then turned around, ready to continue his "grand plan" on how to deal with Danma Ryuji.

However, just as his gaze turned to the doorway...

Time seemed to have been paused.

Shindouji Ikuya's hand, which was holding a wine glass, froze in mid-air.

The lingering irritation and the anger that had just surged on his face receded instantly like a tide, leaving only an unbelievable, ever-expanding blankness.

His pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints the instant he saw the scene at the doorway.

The sliding doors to the activity room were wide open.

At the intersection of light and shadow at the entrance, stood a man with short, silver-white hair.

His tall, imposing figure blocked most of the light in the corridor, casting a shadow in the smoke-filled activity room that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

What made Shindouji Ikuya, and all the executives in the room who were shouting just a second ago, instantly feel their scalps tingle, their hair stand on end, and even their breathing almost stop, was that the silver-haired man's left hand was grabbing the monkey's head.

The monkey's face was covered in blood, its mouth and nose were crooked, and its eyes were rolled back. It was clear that it had completely lost consciousness. Its body was limp and dragging on the ground like a dead dog.

Ryuji Kurosaki remained expressionless, holding the monkey's head with one hand.

Like dragging a tattered sack, step by step, they stepped into the smoke-filled, freezing atmosphere of the Far East High School's third-year special activity room.

His blood-stained shoe soles made a clear, rhythmic "tap tap tap" sound as he stepped on the clean floor.

The sound was not loud, but it was like the death knell of the Grim Reaper, each step precisely and fiercely pounding on the heart of everyone in the room.

Dead!

Absolute, suffocating silence!

Even the smoke seemed to freeze in the air.

Only the "tap-tap-tap" of footsteps, like icicles, pierced everyone's eardrums and nerves.

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The deathly still air seemed to solidify into a physical form, pressing heavily on everyone's chest.

Ryuji Kurosaki's sharp eyes slowly swept over every figure in the activity room who was frozen in shock.

"Who is Shindouji Ikuya?"

His deep, cold voice, devoid of any inflection, pierced the suffocating silence with a clear, sharp sound, like the grinding of cold iron.

This simple question is like an invisible command.

Driven by immense fear, the few remaining Far Eastern corrupt officials inside the room almost instinctively and uncontrollably turned their gazes towards the room.

All eyes turned to Shindouji Ikuya, who was sitting on the main sofa.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze didn't linger on those who turned their heads for even a second longer.

The answer is already very obvious.

Ryuji Kurosaki casually loosened his left hand.

Plop!

The monkey's unconscious head and body, like a bag of real filthy garbage, were carelessly discarded on the floor, making a dull thud.

The sound, like the last lingering toll of a death knell, struck Shindouji Ikuya's heart, causing him to tremble violently.

“Onizuka Eikichi and Danma Ryuji, they are my men.”

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice remained calm, but he explained his purpose to these guys in the Far East.

"Wha...what?!"

"The Oni-Baku duo... Onizuka Eikichi and Danma Ryuji are his men?!"

"Guys like Onizuka and Danma, still have a boss? Are you worried about becoming their underlings?"

"Strictly speaking, they do have a leader, 13, who is their eldest brother, Kyosuke Masaki, from when they were still in the Rampage Angels group."

"But Masaki Kyosuke disappeared a long time ago, and Onizuka Eikichi and Danma Ryuji have already left the Berserk Angels. Most importantly, this guy is clearly not Masaki Kyosuke!"

The Far East cadres and delinquents in the activity room instantly erupted in chaos, with thoughts of surprise, doubt, and disbelief growing wildly in their confused minds like weeds.

The infamous "Ghost Explosion Duo" actually has a terrifying boss they've never heard of before?!

This sudden surge of information left them feeling more dizzy and suffocated than the violent scene they had just witnessed.

However, Ryuji Kurosaki had neither the interest nor the obligation to answer the stormy thoughts in their hearts.

Explanation?

waste time.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

However, without any warning, he took a step forward.

Just one step.

The oppressive feeling, so real, swept through the small space like a tsunami in an instant.

The Far East delinquent closest to him hadn't even recovered from the shock of "the leader of the Oni-Baku duo" when he saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and an irresistible force slammed into his cheek.

boom! ! !

It was swift and decisive, like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag!

The scoundrel didn't even utter a sound before he flew off the ground, crashing into a low table next to him, sending beer cans and ashtrays tumbling to the floor with a clatter.

He himself collapsed limply amidst the chaos, instantly losing consciousness.

This punch was like igniting the final fuse of a powder keg!

"Damn it! Let's fight him!"

"You'll die anyway if you don't fight back! Attack together!"

"Kill him!"

The last shred of hope held by the Far East thugs was utterly shattered.

When fear reaches its extreme, it transforms into hysterical madness!