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Chapter 16 Monster
in a special space.

'boom! '

A man in a gray windbreaker suddenly appeared on the road, in front of the Honda car. The Honda car was unable to react in time and hit the man in the windbreaker, knocking the man more than ten meters away.

Shiratori Masato just reacted and turned his head and stepped on the brakes.

'squeak----'

The tires rubbed against the concrete road, producing sparks and a faint smell of burning tires filled the air.

What the hell?

Master Shiratori frowned, it seemed like he had bumped into someone?

Tsk, damn it!

He was driving on the road. Who would suddenly jump onto the road? What did he think of the road?
Your own bedroom?
Shiratori Masamune got out of the car and wanted to see if anyone had been killed.

When he got out of the car, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere around him was not right.

He looked around. When did so much fog appear on the road?

Suddenly, Master Bai Niao seemed to sense something. He turned his head and looked around. His pupils shrank. The road was empty and the car he had just driven disappeared.

Fear appeared on Shiratori's face.

He looked back again, and his fear grew even greater. Not only had the Honda he was driving disappeared, but the car driven by his younger brother behind him had also disappeared.

There was also the van driven by Fujiwara Saeko and the police cars driving parallel to him.

It seemed as if he was the only one left in the entire world.

Dream?
Master Shiratori bent his fingers, and his index finger could not be bent any further after reaching 90 degrees, and he felt a very clear pain.

Not a dream.

'Snapped'

He was suddenly hit on the back of his head by something cold.

A chill suddenly exploded in his heart, and goose bumps appeared all over Shiratori's body. An electric current rushed from the soles of his feet, making his whole body numb.

Master Bai Niao became frightened and threw a punch behind him.

The punch was transmitted back and it actually felt like it hit my flesh.

anyone?

Master Shiratori turned around and saw a man in a gray windbreaker. He had a foreign face and was holding an iron spoon in his hand.

"You, who are you?"

Shiratori asked, panting heavily.

The man in the windbreaker did not answer him. His face was ferocious and he swung the spoon towards Shiratori Zhenren's face.

'Snapped'

The spoon hit him in the face, cold and icy.

Master Shiratori looked puzzled and filled with anger. He grabbed the man in the windbreaker by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and threw him to the ground.

"Are you fucking sick?!"

The man in the windbreaker was smashed to the ground. Bai Niao did not hold back this time. Logically speaking, the man in the windbreaker would have broken several bones. However, after the man in the windbreaker made a dull sound, he got up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

'Snapped'

Another blow hit Shiratori's mouth.

Something is wrong!
Master Shiratori took a few steps back. He suddenly remembered that he had just hit someone while driving. He just got out of the car to check what happened, and the car disappeared.

Could this person who suddenly appeared in front of him be the one he bumped into?
What is this all about?
Shiratori Masato's brain felt dizzy.

In order to take revenge on Uehara Tetsuya, he brought a group of his brothers out to scare him and say hello to him, then bumped into a passerby on the road, and then...

What is this all about?
Is there any causal relationship between these things?

‘Papa pa pa’

The man in the windbreaker used the spoon in his hand to slap Shiratori Masamune repeatedly.

Shiratori Masato was so angry after being beaten.

He showed his big gold teeth and smiled, "You like fighting, don't you?"

"I'll just use you to vent my anger."

He grabbed the man in the windbreaker, threw him to the ground, then sat on him and beat him in the face.

Shiratori Masato's fists hit the foreign-looking man in the windbreaker on the eye sockets, nose, face and mouth. Blood splattered on the windbreaker man's face, including his blood and Shiratori Masato's blood.

Shiratori's eyeballs were red and bloodshot after being hit.

His face was ferocious, revealing his big gold teeth.

"Call!"

"Scream for me!"

Shiratori Masamune's fists became heavier and heavier. He was waiting for the man to scream and beg for mercy, just like the female's begging for mercy.

He wanted to see if white people were particularly strong-willed. How were they different from the females in prison?
He forgot about the strange environment, his brain was filled with blood, and the skin on his fists was bleeding.

Until five or six minutes later.

He gradually became exhausted and gasped for breath. He looked in surprise at the man in the windbreaker who was beaten to a bloody mess by him.

He beat him for such a long time, but he didn't even scream.

That's quite a bit.

It's a man.

Master Shiratori stood up, and then, still not satisfied, kicked the man in the windbreaker several times in the stomach.

He supported his waist with both hands, gasped, and looked at the white mist around him.

Where is this place?

How on earth can I get out?

The fear in his heart had been largely released after the beating he had just received.

At this moment, there was a sound of wind behind my head, a familiar cold blow.

The expression on Shiratori Masato's face froze. He turned around, his pupils contracted, and saw that the face of the man in the windbreaker who had been beaten to a bloody mess by him was intact.

‘Papa pa pa’

He firmly hit Shiratori Masato with the spoon.

monster!

Master Shiratori was certain that the man in the windbreaker in front of him was one with the strange environment around him.

He kicked the man in the windbreaker in the stomach and then ran forward quickly.

According to the map, the station is a little further ahead. As long as I run to the station, I can end all this, right?

Master Shiratori was breathing heavily and running.

The man in the windbreaker got up from the ground and followed Shiratori slowly, holding a spoon in his hand.

After half an hour.

Shiratori Zhenren's pace became slower and slower, and his speed changed from running to walking quickly.

He was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear. He couldn't get out?!
He ran for a full half hour, just going in circles.

'Snapped'

The man in the windbreaker caught up with Shiratori Masato and hit him on the back of the head with an iron spoon. This time, it hurt a little.

Master Shiratori gritted his teeth and walked forward.

The man in the windbreaker kept his pace and continued to follow behind. This time, Master Shiratori could no longer distance himself and could only passively endure the occasional blows from the man in the windbreaker.

Another half hour passed.

Shiratori Masato's body looked as if it had been soaked in water. He was covered in sweat, his clothes were hanging on his skin, sticky. His face showed despair, and he was still spinning in place.

'Snapped'

I felt a chill at the back of my head.

Master Shiratori reached out and touched his neck and felt blood.

The back of his neck was broken by the continuous blows.

Shiratori's face twitched and he turned around suddenly, trying to snatch the spoon from the windbreaker man's hand and poke the spoon into his eyeballs.

However, this time, he did not move the spoon in the windbreaker man's hand.

He is too tired.

Not only that, he was grabbed by the man in the windbreaker and thrown to the ground.

'call'

I heard the sound of wind and the world was spinning in front of my eyes.

'click'

Master Shiratori felt a chill at first, and then his body ached.

The man in the windbreaker rode on him.

Hitting him in the face with a spoon, Shiratori Masamune endured the pain and grabbed his hand.

One minute…

Two minutes…

ten minutes later…

'Snapped'

The man in the windbreaker is like a monster with endless energy. No, he is a monster.

Shiratori's wrist ached unbearably and he had completely lost his strength.

The man in the windbreaker hit him on the face with a spoon.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

"I-we can talk."

After being slapped hundreds of times in a row, with his face bruised and swollen and his skin cracked and bleeding, Shiratori Zhenren finally couldn't bear it any longer and begged for mercy.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

He thought of the females he had beaten who had come to realize their true gender.

original…

You can also be female.

The monster did not stop his actions. He was like a machine, using the spoon to hit Shiratori Zhenren again and again.

The gold teeth he had filled were broken one by one.

This time, Master Shiratori couldn't hold back and cried out in pain.

He knew that he was going to die.

To die in a very painful way.

‘click’

Shiratori Zhenren's consciousness gradually became blurred, and suddenly, he heard a sound of metal breaking.

He looked dazedly at the spoon in the windbreaker man's hand.

Because of the excessive beating, the spoon in the windbreaker man's hand broke.

Master Shiratori gave a grim smile.

The man in the windbreaker opened his windbreaker, and the lining of the windbreaker was shining with silver light.

They were a bunch of brand new iron spoons, connected together like a small shield.

Is anyone watching?

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(End of this chapter)