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There were several guys dressed in shabby clothes, not in the uniforms of Lily of the Valley or Phoenix, who were sneaking around. They seemed to be talking in hushed tones with a few guys in Lily of the Valley uniforms, and kept glancing around warily.

One of them was holding a small bag wrapped in newspaper and quickly handing it to a guy wearing a Suzuran uniform. Suzuran delinquent then took out a few banknotes and stuffed them into the bag.

The movements were concealed and skillful.

"What's going on with those guys down there?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice turned cold.

The presence of such a clearly not-one-man, and suspicious-looking fellow on his turf made him extremely unhappy.

Tamao Serizawa squinted, exhaled a smoke ring, and said with disgust, "Tsk, these rats again. They're probably selling 'Red Ram'."

"Red Ram?"

"I can't believe it," Makise Takashi asked, puzzled.

"A newly emerging thing."

Yuji Tokaji interjected, his usual nonchalant expression replaced by a serious one: "The color is like diluted blood. It's said that inhaling it can make you feel high, and it's quite addictive. Recently, it's been appearing out of nowhere, being sold secretly in the surrounding neighborhoods and near schools, and it's already harmed quite a few people."

"Red Ram?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's eyes turned completely cold; this place was now his recruitment pool.

That wouldn't do if we got harmed by something like that.

"Selling this kind of thing on my turf?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling authority: "Go, bring them here. I want to ask them myself who gave them the audacity."

"Yes, boss!"

Serizawa Tamao and Nakai responded almost simultaneously, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Without saying a word, the two men, along with several ferocious members, turned around and rushed down the rooftop stairs with murderous intent.

To dare to do such a thing on one's own turf is simply courting death.

Ryuji Kurosaki turned his gaze back to the panicked "rats" below, who were trying to escape, his eyes cold and piercing.

.........

When the thugs saw Serizawa Tamao and Nakai appear, they were so frightened that they immediately tried to run out of the school.

However, this area belongs to the Lily of the Valley, so where can they escape to?

A brief but intense chase unfolded in the back alley.

"Damn it, don't come any closer!"

One of the thugs, who was trailing behind and was cornered in a dead end, became desperate and pulled out a gleaming spring-loaded dagger from his pocket. He waved it wildly, his face filled with terror and madness: "Come any closer and I'll stab you to death!"

"court death!"

Zhong Jing's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He completely ignored the threat of the dagger and rushed forward with astonishing speed.

He precisely dodged the opponent's chaotic thrusts, and his left hand instantly gripped the opponent's wrist holding the knife like an iron clamp, twisting it forcefully.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking was accompanied by the thug's shrill scream.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

Meanwhile, Tamao Serizawa and Noboru Kawanishi also dealt with two other people who were trying to rebel.

Facing the dagger thrust at him, Serizawa Tamao merely snorted coldly, dodged to the side, and delivered a heavy uppercut that landed precisely on the opponent's stomach. The thug immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, curling up and retching, even vomiting bile.

The other was grabbed by the hair by Kawanishi Noboru and slammed hard against the brick wall next to him, instantly bleeding from his head and collapsing to the ground.

Although he was no match for Ryuji Kurosaki, he was still quite capable of fighting against others.

The three thugs were quickly dragged like dead dogs and thrown onto the cold concrete ground of the Suzuran rooftop, right at Kurosaki Ryuji's feet.

They were bruised and covered in dirt. One of them had an unnaturally twisted wrist, another was curled up groaning while clutching his stomach, and yet another had blood streaming from his forehead, his eyes filled with fear, and his body was trembling like a leaf.

On the rooftop, the Linglan group coldly looked down at these scoundrels.

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

Ryuji Kurosaki slowly walked forward, looking down at them.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his tall figure long, casting shadows over the thugs like the cloak of death.

"Who gave you permission to sell things on my turf?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was terrifyingly calm, without a trace of emotion, yet it was more intimidating than any roar.

One of the thugs, who seemed to be the leader, tried to suppress his fear and plead, "We're just trying to make a living... we... we didn't know this was your territory... please spare us, we'll never do it again!"

He stammered, tears streaming down his face.

"Just trying to make a living?"

Ryuji Kurosaki crouched down and extended his right hand. The movement seemed slow, but it carried an irresistible force.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, he precisely pinched one of the leader thug's left fingers.

"Tell me, where did your goods come from?"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was deep and menacing, like a devil's whisper: "Who is your leader?"

"I...I don't know, I really don't know, we're just at the very bottom...Ah!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, suddenly shattered the silence of the rooftop!

Ryuji Kurosaki remained expressionless, then suddenly tightened his grip on his fingers.

With a sharp "crack," the thug's index finger was snapped off at a terrifying angle.

"Ugh!!!"

The thug was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and saliva mixed with blood and foam was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This extremely simple and brutal method brings pain that penetrates to the bone.

The other two thugs were terrified, one of them even lost control of his bladder, and the stench of urine filled the air.

"Ask me one more time!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice remained calm, as if he had merely snapped a dry twig: "Where did the goods come from? Who is your leader?"

His cold gaze swept over the second thug.

When the thug met that gaze, it was as if he had been stared at by a venomous snake; his blood ran cold.

Chapter 196 The First Operation of the God-Slaying Legion

"It's...it's Poison Scorpion. A man named 'Poison Scorpion' supplied us from upstream!"

The second thug broke down, crying and shouting as he rushed to answer, afraid of following in his companion's footsteps if he was a step behind: "He only gave us the goods, told us roughly where to sell them, and collected the money... We really don't know anything else!"

"A poisonous scorpion?"

Ryuji Kurosaki frowned slightly: "Where is he? How can we contact him?"

"No...I don't know, I really don't know!"

The third thug hurriedly shouted, his voice trembling with tears: "He always contacts us unilaterally, and the delivery locations keep changing. They're always abandoned factories or remote docks. He always takes cash, and we never meet in person. He puts the money in a designated place, and after a while, the goods appear in another place... We've never even seen him in person!"

"Single-line contact? Mobile outposts? Very cautious."

Chen Chuan Shisheng frowned.

Ryuji Kurosaki stood up, his brows furrowing slightly.

It seems this "poisonous scorpion" is an extremely cunning rat, hiding deep in its burrow, only extending its claws to let these lackeys spread its poison for it.

With just these few lowly shrimps, there's no way they could find out where this venomous snake was hiding.

He then coldly swept his gaze over the four thugs on the ground, who looked like pieces of mud.

Fear and excruciating pain nearly robbed them of their ability to think, but the bewilderment and despair in their eyes were unmistakable.

All they knew was the name "Scorpion" and the other party's extremely cautious manner; they couldn't extract any more useful information.

“Break off everyone’s hands and throw them out as a warning: if they dare to step into Lily of the Valley or our territory again to sell this stuff, next time it won’t just be their hands that are broken.”

Ryuji Kurosaki stopped looking at the thugs and spoke to Nakai and Noboru Kawanishi.

"Yes, boss!"

Nakai responded with a sinister grin, while Kawanishi Noboru nodded expressionlessly and flexed his wrists.

Immediately afterwards, several more teeth-grinding "crack" sounds and even more shrill screams rang out from the rooftop.

After dealing with the trash, Ryuji Kurosaki walked to the edge of the rooftop, put his hands in his pockets, and gazed at the city skyline bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, his eyes deep and cold.

"Scorpion..."

Ryuji Kurosaki muttered to himself.

An enemy lurking in the shadows, using "Red Ram" to erode one's territory and poison one's manpower pool, is even more detestable than a powerful adversary that is out in the open.

"Shisheng".

Ryuji Kurosaki spoke without turning his head.

"Boss."

Chen Chuan Shisheng immediately responded.

"In the coming days, investigate this 'Scorpion' for me. I need to know who he is, where his goods come from, where his base might be, and don't let any clue slip by."

"understand!"

Upon hearing Kurosaki Ryuji's words, Tatsukawa Tokio nodded.

"Others..."

Ryuji Kurosaki turned around, his gaze sweeping over Serizawa, Nakai, Noboru Kawanishi, Shun Izaki, and the others: "Keep an eye on your own people, keep a close eye on our territory, especially the area around the school and the backstreets. If you find any guys selling 'Red Ram', take them out immediately."

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices carrying a chilling, murderous aura.

......

Half a month passed by quietly, like sand slipping through one's fingers.

Over the past two weeks, a purge has been carried out on the spheres of influence of the Southwest Branch School of Linglan and the Northwest Branch School of Fengxian.

Those who were secretly selling "red Ram" collapsed instantly, like an anthill doused with boiling water.

The clandestine transactions that were once faintly visible on the streets and around schools have completely disappeared.

However, beneath the surface calm, deeper undercurrents are surging.

The upstream source, codenamed "Scorpion," seems to have vanished into thin air, or perhaps it is hidden in a deeper shadow, with no information available.

In this oppressive calm, a message from a distant county broke the deadlock like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

That afternoon, on the rooftop of Suzuran Southwest Branch School, Ryuji Kurosaki listened with a furrowed brow to Tokio Tatsukawa's report on the lack of progress in the "Poison Scorpion" investigation.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was a call from Tsuji Kazushima.

Ryuji Kurosaki answered immediately and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Boss Long Si!"

A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone, amidst some background noise: "It's us, Tsuji and Shiba!"

"explain."

Ryuji Kurosaki's words were concise and to the point.

"Boss, there's been a lot of trouble here lately about 'Red Ram'. We don't know when this weird thing started spreading around the Ghost Evil area."

“We have a brother here who used to hang out with Kaijiu for a few days. Yesterday, near an abandoned arcade in Guixie Backstreet, he stumbled upon a transaction. He hid and saw clearly that the buyers were a few local thugs, but the sellers… he recognized one of them as a member of Kaijiu.”

"Are you sure it's someone from Kaijiu?"

Ryuji Kurosaki frowned. He had naturally heard of Kaiku High School, a notorious delinquent school located in the next prefecture.