Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Hehehehehe, that's the expression I wanted to see. That incredibly stupid expression is so funny."

Looking at his foolish appearance, Tomie Kawakami laughed without any restraint. Her laughter was crisp and melodious, yet sharp and sarcastic, like a glass bead rolling across a porcelain plate, filled with mockery that teased the man.

Satisfied, satisfied. After many days, I once again had that pleasant experience of having men at my mercy.

Tomie Kawakami squinted her eyes with pleasure, clapped her hands lightly, as if appreciating a clumsy performance, her smile dazzlingly bright.

The man's chest heaved heavily as he was mocked by Tomie, his face turning from white to red, and then to purplish-blue.

But his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the breath back down.

"Haha... I was just kidding, I'm glad you found it funny, Ms. Tomie..."

The man's facial muscles twitched a few times as he forced a dry smile, which looked like he was putting on a brave face.

"Pfft—hahahaha!"

Tomie Kawakami seemed to have been tickled, laughing so hard she bent over and even exaggeratedly bent over to cover her stomach.

"Are you kidding? You? Hahahaha, your joke is hilarious. Have you ever considered working in a circus?"

Amamiya Rin turned her face away, looked at the slowly flowing traffic across the street, and sighed silently.

The scene was truly unbearable to watch. This man was like a moth drawn to a flame, single-mindedly rushing towards the tip of the knife. There was no way to stop him.

He had tried his best to prevent Tomie's magic from harming the innocent, but he was still somewhat powerless in the face of these stubborn fools.

Amano Qing lowered her head, her long black hair falling down and covering half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression. However, her hands were tightly gripping the hem of her skirt at her sides, and she exuded an aura of sorrow.

She went to great lengths to cater to Hiratsuka Makoto's preferences and never went against his wishes, but in front of Hiratsuka Makoto, she still couldn't compare to a woman she had just met.

Makoto Hiratsuka seemed completely oblivious to his female companion's emotions, or rather, he simply didn't care.

"Hahahaha, Ms. Tomie, are you interested in the circus? Me too!"

Makoto Hiratsuka's gaze was glued to Tomie's face. When he saw her smile, he quickly followed up with a tone of eager flattery.

"I know a really amazing circus, the Babirus Grand Circus, have you heard of it? They're coming to Tokyo to perform soon, let's go see it together? My treat."

Hiratsuka Makoto patted his chest and said confidently.

"If you go on stage and perform as a clown, I might go and watch."

Tomie Kawakami stopped smiling, lazily tossed her hair, and said lightly.

The disdain in his words was obvious, but the man named Hiratsuka Makoto's eyes lit up, and he took half a step forward, his face radiating a morbid excitement.

"So, Ms. Tomie, does this mean you've accepted my invitation?"

"She's playing you."

Amamiya Rin sighed again, took a step forward, and his sturdy figure stood precisely between Tomie and Hirazuka Makoto.

He held his cane in his right hand, standing very steadily, like a wall.

The person in front of him changed from Kawakami Tomie to Amamiya Rin, and Hiratsuka Makoto immediately straightened his back, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised annoyance and rejection.

"Miss Tomie is so beautiful, even if she's going to play me, I'd be willing to do it."

He stiffened his neck, turned sideways, and tried to get over Amamiya Rin's shoulder, his gaze still fixed on Tomie's face.

"Sir, even if you are dating Ms. Tomie, it doesn't mean that Ms. Tomie is your property, nor does it mean that you can make decisions for Ms. Tomie. My feelings should be judged by Ms. Tomie."

What do you mean, "face-to-face minotaur"? Is he even speaking human language? If Amamiya Rin really is Kawakami Tomie's boyfriend, he'd be giving him a good beating right now.

Amamiya Rin narrowed his eyes, intending to use the Eyewitness Technique again to scare Hiratsuka Makoto away, which would also save his life.

"Huh?"

At that moment, Tomie Kawakami suddenly clung to her.

Soft arms wrapped around Amamiya Rin's arms like vines, and warm body heat was transmitted through the thin fabric.

She tilted her head slightly, her fingertips lightly touching her rosy lips, revealing a slightly troubled expression.

"Even if you say that, I don't want to be separated from Ah Lin, not even for a second. If we go to see the circus performance, it will definitely take a long time."

Makoto Hiratsuka's gaze was fixed on their arms pressed together, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

A twisted expression, a mixture of jealousy and resentment, flashed across his face.

If he were the one enveloped in that fragrant softness right now, he would be willing to lose ten years of his lifespan!

Hiratsuka Makoto cried out in his heart, forcefully shifting his gaze from the part where Amamiya Rin and Kawakami Tomie were glued together, and turning it towards Amamiya Rin's eyes.

Amamiya Rin was speechless. His gaze passed over Hirazuka Makoto's eyes, and he turned to look at Kawakami Tomie, who was still watching the spectacle with disapproval.

"Haven't you had enough fun? We should go."

Amamiya Rin's voice was slightly deep, carrying an undeniable weight.

Upon hearing this, Tomie Kawakami's smile vanished, and the corners of her mouth turned down in a wronged manner.

Instead of loosening her grip on Yu Gonglin's arms, she hugged him even tighter, looked up at him, her eyes quickly filling with tears, and her voice becoming nasal.

"What's with the way you're talking? It's like it's all my fault!"

She stamped her foot slightly, and a faint blush rose on her fair cheeks from excitement.

"I'm the one being bothered and hit on by random people! I didn't do anything, I was just standing here! Ugh, it's always the same. No matter what happens, it always ends up being blamed on me... Just because I'm good-looking? That's so unreasonable!"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she seemed, her eyelashes trembling as if she were about to shed tears. Anyone who saw her would easily feel pity for her.

Yu Gonglin looked at her like this without even raising an eyebrow.

As the saying goes, a wise person judges by actions, not intentions, for no one in the world is perfect when it comes to intentions.

However, his brain is connected to Tomie Kawakami's.

Tomie Kawakami's desire to manipulate men couldn't be hidden from him. And as long as Tomie had this intention, she didn't need to do anything; she only needed to say a few words to gradually drive other men crazy for her.

Whether judged by intentions or actions, Tomie was doing bad things. Because she seemed to be refusing on the surface, she could be loosely categorized as walking on the edge of the rules he set, which could be considered borderline behavior.

Faced with Amamiya Rin's attitude, Tomie's eyes flashed with a smug smile.

She knew that Yu Gonglin was fully aware of her thoughts, but that's what made it exciting.

"Hey! How could you say that about Ms. Tomie!"

Hiratsuka Makoto immediately jumped out, and just as Tomie had expected, he glared at Amamiya Rin with a resentful expression and said loudly.

"Miss Tomie is just too kind and doesn't know how to firmly refuse others! How can you blame her? Miss Tomie would rather give up a wonderful circus performance than be separated from you for even a moment... What a precious sentiment! So focused, so devoted! And you actually said such things to Miss Tomie... How despicable! How despicable!"

Hiratsuka Makoto's face gradually contorted, his hands clenched tightly, and he stared at Amamiya Rin with resentment, even making a snarling sound as if he wanted to bite Amamiya Rin to death.

He couldn't believe that there could be such an ungrateful man in the world. Why would such an ungrateful cripple win the favor of such a beautiful and devoted woman as Miss Tomie?

Damn it! Damn it! I want to kill him! I want to possess Tomie, so she can never move again, and never leave me!

"To be cared for so much by Miss Tomie... you have no idea how lucky you are! And you're here saying she's causing trouble? It's simply... absurd!"

Hiratsuka Makoto's words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with resentment, hatred, and murderous intent. A mad, malevolent thought had begun to fester within his dark heart.

A gentle morning breeze swept across the street, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Amano Qing remained standing beside the car with her head down, her figure appearing thin and silent in the morning light.

Amamiya Rin narrowed his eyes slightly, meeting Hiratsuka Makoto's gaze.

He sensed Hiratsuka Makoto's malice.

We should have driven this man away sooner... No, he's been captured by Tomie's magic, so driving him away won't work. We can only knock him out and leave him here.

Of course, this is only a temporary solution and not a cure.

Amamiya Rin began to regret it slightly; she shouldn't have let Tomie waste time here.

"Did you hear that? You need to cherish me a little more."

Tomie, standing next to her, laughed again, a very cheerful laugh.

"Ms. Tomie, it's only a few hours, just a few hours! Don't take too long. Everyone should have their own private space. If you love someone, you should also give your loved one some time of their own."

Hiratsuka Makoto said to Kawakami Tomie with resentment that he had never given up.

Or rather, Tomie Kawakami's indiscriminate charm also captivated him.

However, to harass someone to this extent in front of their female companion only shows that this person is a womanizer who falls in love with every woman he meets.

If it were that pure-hearted warrior who stubbornly refused to fall in love with Tomie until his memories were altered, the charm he received during their first meeting would be completely harmless.

"Hey, can't you understand human language?"

Tomie Kawakami interrupted him, her smile as sweet as honey, but her eyes as cold as knives.

"I told you, I don't want to go."

To her, Hiratsuka Makoto was nothing more than a tool she used to flirt with Amamiya Rin.

Since Amamiya Rin is impatient and unhappy, let's call it a day.

Tomie turned her head to the side and gently rested her chin on Amamiya Rin's shoulder.

"Ah Lin and I are going somewhere else later, so we don't have time to waste with you. Please get out of here and stop bothering us."

As she spoke, Tomie took Amamiya Rin's arm and started to walk around Hiratsuka Makoto.

"stop!"

Hiratsuka Makoto suddenly shouted, taking a step forward to block the two of them from the side. His chest heaved violently, veins bulged on his forehead, his face was flushed, and he glared fiercely at Amamiya Rin. His clenched fists seemed to crack, and his lips were pressed tightly together, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

"Are you still going to make a fuss? It's too ugly. I've had enough of this clownish farce."

Tomie paused, but didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, responding only to Hiratsuka Makoto's contemptuous voice.

Amamiya Rin frowned, gave Tomie a cold glance, then steadied himself, ready for battle.

This man has probably been driven mad by Tomie. It's entirely possible that she would pounce on him and attack him immediately, or even run him over with her car after he leaves.

Knock them out first, then leave.

As he made the decision, Amamiya Rin gripped his cane tightly with his right hand and adjusted his body to generate force.

However, Hiratsuka Makoto showed no intention of attacking.

His face was a mixture of red and blue, and after Tomie's slightly impatient reply, he seemed to use all his strength to squeeze his voice out of his throat, with an almost self-destructive hoarseness.

"If...if Miss Tomie is really worried about this...this gentleman..."

His eyes were fixed on the ground, as if looking up would reveal something that would burn his eyes.

His voice grew softer and softer, yet it trembled with a sense of desperate desperation.

"If...if it's because I'm with your boyfriend..."

He paused for a moment, the muscles in his cheeks twitching violently.

"I...I can treat both of you! Both of you! The circus, or...or breakfast, anywhere is fine!"

After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with a mixture of humiliated fervor and desperate madness.

"what?"

Amamiya Rin was stunned.

He blinked, looking at Hiratsuka Makoto with a puzzled expression, and instinctively reached up to rub his ears to see if he had misheard.

"I said, it's my treat, both of you! You can eat whatever you want, do whatever you want! Just think of it as... just think of it as making friends, it's good to get to know another person, right?"

Upon hearing Amamiya Rin's voice, as if to make amends, Hiratsuka Makoto repeated his meaning. He raised his head, looked into Amamiya Rin's eyes, and revealed a pleading look in his eyes.

Please, please promise me.

Amamiya Rin couldn't help but take a step back.

He had read some sycophantic literature before, such as stories about pushing someone's butt or helping them buy a Biyun set.

However, he never expected to see a real sycophant in person.

"Makoto... what did you say?"

Amano Qing almost thought she had misheard.

Her already ashen face turned even paler, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared intently at Hiratsuka Makoto's profile.

There was shock and bewilderment in his eyes, which eventually settled into a sorrow that seemed about to shatter.

She gave up almost all her own preferences and temperament to please him, only to be treated so humbly by him in front of another woman? What a joke!

Tears welled up in Amano Qing's eyes.

Amamiya Rin glanced at Amano Qing, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"Oh?"

Tomie Kawakami stopped in her tracks, her tone full of mockery.

"You're inviting him too? You're so generous, hahaha."

She looked Hiratsuka Makoto up and down, his expression one of deep humiliation yet forced composure. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of extreme pleasure gleaming in them.