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Chapter 72 He's Too Fast! (Fourth update, please vote!)

"Clap."

The call was hung up.

In that instant, Yuta Sato felt a long-lost sense of bewilderment, because he simply couldn't understand so many things.

For example, how could he possibly handle so many people on Anan's side? He had specifically instructed Anan that he would never go to the meeting alone.

Wait.

Was he wrong from the start? Did he have the audacity to approach Bai Feng and ask for repayment in order to lure him out? Because he had already seen through the possible mystery behind this abnormal loan.

So, the fact that he dared to agree to bring money to the meeting alone means he was already prepared to handle everything? Did he have accomplices?
impossible.
Where would an orphan like him get help? I've already learned almost everything about him; there's no way that's possible! Call the police? No, if the police are involved, I'll definitely get advance notice.

Do you really think the Baifeng Society is just a bunch of freeloaders? Without a powerful backer, how could they possibly establish themselves in Zhaori and become such an organization?
Could he possibly beat so many people?

This seemed like the least likely option, since only movies would film it that way. Even if it weren't a dozen people, but a dozen pigs, the boy would still be exhausted. Besides, they weren't weaklings or newbies; they were seasoned veterans who had been in this business for many years and had fought countless battles.
Unfortunately, when all options are eliminated, the one that remains, no matter how illogical, seems to be the truth.

He frowned and immediately made a judgment based on instinct.

"Ah Long, take her away!"

He immediately spoke up.

But after he finished speaking, he noticed that Ah Long didn't move, and the girl in the wheelchair put down the wooden stick in her hand, her expression relaxed, and she was no longer as tense as before.

what happened? !
He noticed something was wrong.

The bedroom door, which should have been closed, was open.

Standing at the doorway, sandwiched between himself and Ah Long, was a strange figure.

Someone's hiding in the bedroom?!

Now, Yuta Sato finally realized his carelessness. He had been too trusting of the situation, and Anan's earlier phone call had made him believe that everything was going very smoothly.

So he didn't even check Kiyono Mizuki's room, and he overlooked the unusual situation of why a disabled person who can only use a wheelchair would close the bedroom door!
Was this also part of that boy's plan?
They anticipated that I would come, so they...
Wait.

When did he let his guard down? The first phone call from Anan was when he was imitating him!
The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he looked at the figure sandwiched between him and Ah Long.

A tall woman with a cold expression and a faint smile.

"who are you?"

He wouldn't underestimate this woman who had suddenly appeared, even though she looked beautiful and seemed easy to deal with.

But since I was assigned here, it won't be that simple. Moreover, now that things have come to this point, it's hard to say whether my current situation is safe!
The woman looked at him with a smile.

"Shōri Police Station, Morita Chinatsu. Mr. Satō, what you just said was excellent, I recorded it all. You may face charges of trespassing, attempted kidnapping, and engaging in yakuza activities. My colleagues are on their way. Will you bring these handcuffs yourself, or...?"

police?!
When did Zhaori produce such police officers? They dared to interfere in Baifeng's affairs without any prior warning! And they even came alone.
No, no, no!

It was precisely because he came alone that he was able to avoid the spies in the police station who might tip off Bai Feng! This way, he could avoid any warning!
hateful.

He considered this step?!
Yuta Sato never imagined that he would one day feel such belated regret and the suffocating emptiness of having overlooked something.

It felt as if a huge net was already closing in on him.

Bai Fenghui may possess immense power and connections that allow him to influence the police to turn a blind eye, but this doesn't mean he can act with impunity. On the contrary, when his interests are at stake, and given irrefutable evidence, Bai Fenghui will only do one thing: abandon himself!
Absolutely not!

I absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the police, at least not tonight!

So what should we do now?
Control the police officer? Ah Long has the size advantage, so perhaps he could do it. But it would be pointless, because assaulting a police officer is a serious crime, and if her colleagues are really on their way here, it would only make things worse and invite trouble.

Using Kiyono Mizuki as a hostage?

This is practically giving them a reason to arrest me! Besides, a girl who can only use a wheelchair would only be a burden if I brought her along. He assessed the situation.

He immediately made his own decision.

"Ah Long, stop her!"

After saying that, Yuta Sato immediately took off running.

At the same time, Chinatsu Morita was already rushing towards him.

"boom!"

The woman kicked Yuta Sato against the wall without any mercy.

But in the next instant, A-Long rushed towards Morita Chinatsu. Morita Chinatsu had no way to ignore A-Long and grab Sato Yuta, so she could only dodge.

"boom!"

Ah Long punched the wall, leaving a noticeable dent.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, charging straight towards Chinatsu Morita and entangled with the woman.

Yuta Sato was glad he had been cautious and brought A-Long with him. Without any hesitation, he rushed out the door.

They stopped taking the elevator and ran downstairs on foot.

This seemed to be the first time in ten years that he had run with all his might. When he reached the car, his lungs ached terribly, and even gasping for breath couldn't alleviate the pain.

How many years has it been since anyone put this much pressure on themselves?

Gen Tsukino. Damn it!

After tonight, I must kill this boy!

But now is not the time to think about these things. How to get Bai Feng to protect me, how to explain all this, whether to flee the country or what—I can't think about any of these things.

He nervously looked out the car window; there seemed to be no sign of a police car arriving. Ah Long hadn't gotten out yet, and the woman seemed quite skilled; he was experiencing significant abdominal pain. If he hadn't regularly worked out, that kick might have crippled him on the spot.

What should we do? Should we keep waiting?
"boom!"

Compared to the burly A-Long, Morita Chinatsu certainly knew she was at a disadvantage in terms of strength. Since she was dispatched without prior notification, she naturally couldn't be armed, so she adopted a strategy of maneuvering and evasion.

Instead of engaging in direct combat, they would dodge while occasionally launching side attacks at the not-so-agile bald man.

The damage might not have been as effective as expected, but at least it was clear that the bald man was becoming increasingly agitated.

Despite having the advantage in strength, he retreated towards the door while fighting.

Clearly, he also wanted to escape.

This is his biggest weakness.

So, on purpose, Chinatsu Morita pretended to be forced back a big step by his punch.

This gave Ah Long the opportunity to open the door and escape. Ah Long also knew clearly that staying here would make him nothing more than cannon fodder. If he had a way out, he wouldn't have surrendered so easily. He knew very well what had happened to him; it was definitely not as simple as just spending two or three years in jail.

So he had to run.

Holding off the policewoman to create space for Yuta Sato was his last act of morality.

So he wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and turned to run towards the door the moment he opened it.

"call!"

A strong wind rushed past behind them.

He sensed something was wrong.

But he couldn't turn back; if he did, he would definitely be left in the room. So he opened the door anyway.

"boom!"

In that instant, a powerful kick landed almost on his back.

This force was beyond expectations; it's hard to imagine that a woman should have such strength.

But he couldn't care less. He ran frantically down the stairwell. All he wanted to do was run. He didn't care about the small loss; nothing was more important than staying alive!
He ran wildly, clinging to the railing, looking more disheveled than ever before.

But the footsteps behind him grew closer and closer, as if they were begging for his life.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his bald head.

Just as he was about to see the light at the end of the lowest floor, as if he had seen an exit and was therefore excited.

The death knell has finally arrived.

"Give it to me, you old lady!"

"boom!!"

The flowerpot, precisely thrown from Chinatsu Morita's hand, struck A-Long squarely on the back of the head. He nearly lost his mind on the spot, staggered a few steps, and still tried to move forward by instinct.

but
"boom."

Chinatsu Morita, who had already arrived, easily kicked A-Long to the ground.

At the same time, he took out the handcuffs he had prepared, pressed the bald man to the ground, and cuffed his hands.

The instant he saw Ah Long fall to the ground, Yuta Sato slammed on the gas pedal, almost launching the car into the air!

I can't wait any longer, Ah Long can't escape anymore, I have to leave!

You can leave this street, leave this city, or even leave this country!
He was like a madman, or rather, he had never been so crazy in his life. He didn't even have time to resent the boy who hadn't appeared yet.

It's okay. As long as we can get away and not be caught on the spot, there's always a chance. There's no grudge that can't be avenged. He will definitely make that boy pay the price!
Just as he was speeding up and about to rush out of the street, he saw a figure standing in the middle of the road in the darkness.

It felt like my own hallucination.

Because what normal person would stand in the middle of an empty street at night? This isn't a bowling ball!
But as they got closer, Yuta Sato discovered...

That wasn't an illusion; there really was a person there.

And this person looks incredibly familiar.
Gen Tsukino?!

He's actually here?!
In that instant, within those few short seconds, Yuta Sato had a multitude of thoughts.

His emotions also went through a dramatic ups and downs in a short period of time.

His final thought was an almost uncontrollable flame in his mind, a raging fire that threatened to burn away reason, morality, and moral boundaries.

Standing in the middle of the road, right?
I'll destroy you!
"Die! Die! Die!"

"It's all your fault, you bastard, that I'm like this now!"

You deserve it!

"You should die, die!!"

As if carrying the will to destroy everything, he charged straight toward the increasingly clear figure.

This doesn't look like a sedan, but rather a war machine capable of crushing everything.

Run him over!

At the moment when they almost overlap.

His mind had gone so wild that he felt excited about it.

But as expected, the solid impact that should have been felt when he hit the boy did not occur. In that brief moment, he only saw the boy stretch out his hands towards him.

He tried to stop the car? Are you kidding me!
Do you think you're Superman?!
You better fly away, you bastard!
But the next moment.

The entire car, along with himself, seemed to come to an eerie halt.

He had the illusion that time had stood still around him, and he could even see Tsukino Gen, who was right next to him, leaning on the front of his car and smiling at him.

what happened?

Am I hallucinating?

Haha, that's hilarious! He stopped the car with both hands, and time seemed to stand still.

Are you kidding me? This is science fiction, is it? Could it get any more outrageous?

Hahahahaha.

"You're done."

"boom!!!"

He didn't understand what the boy's lip shape meant; he only knew that everything returned to normal the next moment.

The car seemed to regain its proper speed.

It just didn't crash into Tsukino Gen.

It was a runaway Pegasus, a veergagonal train, crashing into the roadside wall and filling the air with smoke.

Beside the dilapidated wall where almost the entire front of the car was destroyed, the boy with one hand in his pocket walked towards the driver's seat.

He easily reached out and ripped open the badly deformed car door.

Then, without much effort, he pulled Sato Yuta, who was dazed, covered in blood, and with his face a bloody mess, out of the house.

Sato Yuta looked at the boy through his blurred vision, wanting to say something. But the pain all over his body prevented him from uttering a single word.

Even the slightest movement of his facial expression conveyed excruciating pain, as if his flesh and bones were being torn apart.

He could only passively hear the boy's incredibly clear voice.

"Yuta Sato, you're finished."

Am I doomed?

What a joke.
It was all just a dream. Such an absurd night could only be a dream!
Just wait until I wake up from this dream, just wait until I wake up from this dream.
But at that moment, he seemed to hear the whispers of the devil.

"You think this is a dream? Sorry, it's not a dream. Do you think there's still a chance if you survive?"

"you"

"You have lost completely and will never recover."

Done.

Gen Tsukino's hand gently rested on his chest.

Yuta Sato's eyes suddenly widened, as if he wanted to squeeze his eyeballs out.

At that moment, he seemed to see two figures walking towards him.

"Sato, I'm really glad to have you as a friend."

friend…

It was as if he was seeing that heartbreaking wedding all over again.

They held hands and tossed the bouquet.

The bouquet flew so far... like a kite, so far that it was almost invisible.

"Sato, catch it! You'll be happy!"

I could hear their excited voices.

The heartfelt blessings made him forget all his pain and wave his hands wildly, but he really couldn't catch the bouquet.

I can't touch it at all, why didn't the bouquet fall?

It turns out I really don't deserve happiness.

The heartbeat ceases its struggle, the pulse becomes a dead sea.

Gen Tsukino then stood up.

Not long after, Chinatsu Morita, who was rushing over, saw Gen Tsukino.

The handsome young man was standing by the roadside. On the other side was a car that had almost completely destroyed the wall and was now unrecognizable, with flames already visible on its surface.

There was another figure lying on the ground, motionless.

"Tsukino?"

Chinatsu Morita walked over hesitantly.

Gen Tsukino looked at her, his face full of helplessness and regret.

"I only had time to pull him out of the driver's seat because I was afraid the car would explode. But he was driving way too fast."

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