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

"They couldn't have gone far, they must be hiding. Split up and search every inch of the place!"

Kamata Jun wiped the sweat from his bald head, his eyes fiercely scanning every corner where someone might be hiding.

"Yes!"

The crowd responded and immediately dispersed, meticulously searching behind every trash can and in every crevice of the pile of debris, like combs being applied.

Heavy footsteps and the clattering of rummaging through garbage rose and fell in waves.

Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima exchanged a glance; their years of tacit understanding allowed them to instantly comprehend each other's meaning.

The two strolled around seemingly casually, but subtly narrowed their search to the vicinity of several large green metal trash cans near the alley entrance.

They deliberately made their footsteps heavy, urging the others to search deeper, creating the illusion that they had already left.

The only sounds left in the alley were the noise of rummaging.

A few seconds later, a head, like a gopher, cautiously and extremely slowly emerged from the edge of one of the largest dumpsters.

With vegetable leaves and some kind of sticky substance on his face, Ah Tan endured the nauseating stench and nervously rolled his eyes, quickly scanning his surroundings.

Only after confirming that Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and the others seemed to have really gone far away did he let out a long, silent sigh, almost exhaling all the stale air from his lungs.

He quickly retreated into the suffocating space of the trash can, frantically pulling his phone from his greasy pocket.

The curtain light illuminated his dirty face, which was etched with shock.

With trembling fingers, he typed rapidly, editing the message that concerned the fate of the entire Sannoh:

[Cobra! Emergency!! Ryuji Kurosaki has led a group into Sannoh! There are so many people! We're trapped in the alley behind the main street, Chiharu Atetsu is running, and I'm surrounded! Bring reinforcements quickly! We can't hold out any longer!]

The notification sound of a message being successfully sent sounded particularly jarring inside the deathly silent trash can.

A-Tan's heart was pounding like a drum. He dared not delay for a moment. Only after he finished doing all this did he feel like he had been given a second chance at life, and his tense nerves relaxed for a moment.

However, the horrifying stench inside the dumpster, a mixture of rotting food, chemicals, and biological waste, was simply unbearable.

"Ugh... It stinks! This is fucking a no-man's-land!"

Ah Tan cursed under his breath, his stomach churning.

No longer caring about anything else, he cautiously poked his head out again, intending to slip away in the chaos.

Just as his head had completely emerged from the edge of the trash can and his vision returned to clear.

Time seems to have frozen.

The sunlight shone so brightly that it made his eyes water.

However, what was even more dazzling than the sunlight was the densely packed array of at least twenty bald heads, their surfaces glistening with an oily sheen under the midday sun.

They stood like silent statues, completely surrounding him and the trash can.

Jun Kamata stood at the very front, a cruel smile spreading across his face, his eyes filled with the smugness and mockery of a hunter finally catching his prey.

"They were hiding nearby just as I suspected!"

Kamata Jun's voice was mocking, like a dull knife scraping against bone: "How about it, does the trash can smell good?"

The color drained from A Tan's face instantly, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice dry as if sandpaper were being rubbed together: "Um... guys, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I'm just a junk collector passing by, do you believe me?"

He tried to get away with the most innocent expression and tone, even though he himself thought the excuse was ridiculously stupid.

"What do you say?"

Kamata Jun sneered, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Without another word, he unleashed his massive fist, the size of a bowl, with a whooshing sound, and smashed it down hard on Atan's filthy face.

In the critical moment, Atan's survival instinct was fully unleashed.

He let out a strange cry, his body suddenly shrank into the trash can, and at the same time his hands flashed into the pile of garbage beside him.

He grabbed two bulging, heavy, and foul-smelling black garbage bags without a second thought.

He used all his strength to hurl the object at Jun Kamata, who was standing right next to him, and the group of bald men from Housen behind him!

puff!

The garbage bag burst open mid-air due to the internal pressure.

Rotten fruit peels and vegetable leaves, greasy food container scraps, and other colorful, "fragrant" garbage scattered like flowers from a fairy's shower.

"Hold!"

"Ugh! What is that?!"

"Damn it! It stinks!"

The sudden "biological attack" caught even the well-trained Fengxian bald men off guard.

They instinctively closed their eyes, covered their noses, retreated, and dodged; their formation momentarily became chaotic!

Chapter 224 Blocked in front and pursued behind

It's now!

A glint flashed in Ah Tan's eyes. Seizing this critical opportunity, he kicked off the cold metal edge of the trash can with his right foot, using the momentum to leap upwards. He shot out of the trash can like an arrow.

He stumbled when he landed, but quickly regained his balance. He spotted a tiny gap in the crowd as they dodged the trash, and shoved aside a bald man blocking his way with his shoulder. Like a slippery eel, he squeezed his way out of the encirclement.

"Don't let him get away!"

Kamata Jun wiped the plastic bag that had splashed on his face, and flew into a rage.

However, just as A-Tan rushed out a few steps and before he could even feel relieved, the light in front of him suddenly went out.

The other end of the alley has been completely blocked off at some point!

Saejima Toshiyuki's eyes were calm and sharp, with a confident smile playing on his lips.

Behind him stood more than a dozen bald-headed women, completely blocking Atan's last chance of survival.

The chaos just now clearly did not affect the defenses here.

You can't run anywhere!

Saejima Toshiyuki spoke with disdain.

There were obstacles blocking their way ahead and pursuers behind.

A-Tan's heart sank into an icy abyss. Looking at the seemingly insurmountable situation before him, a surge of fierce determination rushed to his head.

"Since that's the case, then there's nothing we can do!"

Atan took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he raised his right foot sharply, kicking a rusty empty soda can at Saejima Toshiyuki's face.

At the same time, he was like a tiger released from its cage. Instead of charging towards Saejima Toshiyuki, who was obviously the leader, he pounced on the relatively ordinary-looking bald men from Housen beside him.

Pick the persimmons that are soft!

The can flew toward Saejima Toshiyuki with a whooshing sound, forcing him to slightly dodge it.

Ah Tan had already crashed into the group of bald men like a whirlwind!

"Drink!"

At this moment, A-Tan's fist unleashed a power far exceeding his usual playful and smiling demeanor.

The seemingly chaotic and disorderly punches actually contain the tricky and explosive power honed through countless street fights.

His punches were fast and heavy, targeting the weakest points.

boom! boom! boom!

Two muffled thuds and screams followed in quick succession. The two bald men from the Phoenix Temple were caught off guard and took a solid punch to the face. The intense pain made their vision go black, and they staggered backward, knocking down the people behind them and causing a small commotion.

A-Tan was agile, darting left and right through the crowd like a slippery eel, using every available gap and obstacle to dodge the hands and fists coming from all directions.

He would sometimes duck to avoid a sweeping arm, and sometimes crouch down to crawl under the other person's armpit.

More than a dozen bald men from Fengxian were thrown into disarray by him, and their formation became somewhat scattered.

"This guy... he's got some skills!"

Saejima Toshiyuki dodged the flying can, shook off the sticky juice splattered on his clothes, and his expression turned serious.

He never expected that a seemingly insignificant member of the Sannoh Alliance would be so troublesome.

"As expected, they're the kind of guys who can beat up Kaijiu with just a dozen or so men. They're not to be underestimated!"

Saejima Toshiyuki's alarm bells rang in his mind, and he abandoned any trace of contempt.

He seized the moment when Ah Tan had knocked back a bald man with one punch and was exhausted and had not yet generated new strength, and suddenly lunged forward, his body sinking down, and delivered a powerful knee strike like a battering ram into Ah Tan's abdomen!

"Hey Hey hey!"

Ah Tan cried out, hastily crossing his arms and pressing them down to barely protect his vitals.

boom! ! !

A heavy thud echoed through the alley.

Saejima Toshiyuki's knee slammed into Atan's crossed arms, the force sending him staggering backward uncontrollably, his back hitting the cold brick wall hard.

Toshiyuki Saejima knew the importance of striking while the iron is hot and never gave his opponent a chance to catch his breath.

He pressed on relentlessly, and using the momentum of his charge, he raised his right leg high like a steel whip, whistling through the air, and delivered a fierce side kick straight to A-Tan's chest.

A-Tan's back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

His face was filled with terror, as if he were about to be kicked to pieces at any moment.

However, at that critical moment, his body, which seemed to be stunned by fear, reacted with the fastest speed, taking a step to the right!

call!

Saejima Toshiyuki's military boots almost grazed the front of Atan's shirt before slamming into the brick wall behind him!

boom! ! !

A loud bang, quite impressive, but unfortunately, the kick missed.

"That was dangerous!!"

A-Tan let out a strange scream, still shaken, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

But his nerves were equally sharp when he retaliated, just as Saejima Toshiyuki's right leg was still on the wall and had not yet retracted.

A fierce glint flashed in Atan's eyes, and his long-awaited right fist, like a cannonball, slammed into Saejima Toshiyuki's cheek, which had been slightly turned to the side due to the force of the blow, carrying all the anger and power that had been driven to the brink of despair!

boom!

The punch landed squarely, causing Saejima Toshiyuki's head to tilt violently, and his glasses almost flew off.

He groaned, lost his footing, and stumbled back three or four steps before barely regaining his balance, his face burning with pain.

"Hiss... This is interesting!"

Saejima Toshiyuki shook his somewhat dazed head, and instead of being annoyed, he revealed an even more excited and serious smile.

Atan's strength and resilience exceeded his expectations, igniting his fighting spirit even stronger. The pain in his cheek only made him more alert.

A-Tan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and quickly scanned the surroundings.

The bald men of Fengxian had already surrounded them again, completely blocking all escape routes.

He understood that if he couldn't quickly defeat or force back the troublesome Saejima Toshiyuki, he would definitely have no chance of escaping today.

A desperate, all-or-nothing resolve instantly overwhelmed the fear.

"what!!!"

A-Tan let out a beast-like roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. He stopped passively defending and instead launched an attack.

He pushed off the ground with both feet and shot towards Saejima Toshiyuki, who had just regained his footing, like an arrow released from a bow.

He leaped up when he was still two steps away from his opponent.

"Humph!"

A cold snort rang out (Good, good, good)! A figure suddenly rushed out from the group of bald men beside Saejima Toshiyuki—it was Kamata Jun!

He seized the opportunity, and the moment when A-Tan was airborne and had nowhere to grab his weight, he delivered a flying kick that landed precisely on A-Tan's chest.