Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"No... do you really think bowing and apologizing can solve everything? Besides, what offer is more sincere than money?"

Amamiya Rin was speechless. He sighed and rubbed his slightly stinging temples.

After a moment's thought, Amamiya Rin slowly spoke.

"Ms. Hashimoto, and everyone else, I understand your difficulties. You can see the harm and aftereffects this accident has caused me. I don't think 30 million yen in compensation for emotional distress is excessive."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the four pretty faces before him, trying to catch a glimpse of their emotions, but to no avail.

"Considering that I have regained consciousness and have a high chance of recovery... 25 million yen. This is my bottom line. This money should greatly alleviate your burden, while also being enough to ensure my future recovery and livelihood."

Amamiya Rin decided to back down. He needed money to support himself, but he didn't want to strain the relationship too much. After all, going too far is never a good thing.

However, this number did not satisfy Hashimoto Ayaka and the other three.

Ayaka Hashimoto said hesitantly, "Twenty-five million? Thank you very much for your concession. However, this number is still..."

"It's very difficult..."

"It will take some time to raise the funds."

"Indeed."

Each of the four spoke a sentence, maintaining the same demeanor.

(Still not working?)

Amamiya Rin frowned slightly.

Are they really in such dire financial straits? That doesn't make sense.

But once the words were spoken, he didn't want to change them.

2500 million, that's his bottom line.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hashimoto, this is the lowest amount I can accept."

Although Amamiya Rin's tone was calm, it carried an undeniable firmness.

"I also need this money to cope with my future life and possible follow-up treatment, and I hope you can understand."

The air in the ward seemed to freeze for a moment.

The four women, including Hashimoto Ayaka, straightened up, their apologetic and pleading expressions gradually fading, replaced by an almost indifferent calm.

The expressions of the other three also changed in sync. Their eyes, the curve of their mouths, and even the subtle twitches of their facial muscles all presented an eerie sense of unity, as if the four faces were being controlled by the same thought.

"Mr. Amamiya".

Ayaka Hashimoto leaned forward slightly, and the other three also leaned forward almost simultaneously.

The pale light overhead stretched and distorted their shadows, the four shadows overlapping and merging on the hospital bed, turning into an unsettling darkness that completely enveloped Amamiya Rin's face.

Their breathing rhythms seemed to be perfectly synchronized, with their inhaled and exhaled breaths merging into an invisible airflow, creating an uncomfortable sense of oppression.

A chill ran down Amamiya Rin's spine, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

Ayaka Hashimoto spoke first, her tone hardening: "We hope you can reconsider the compensation amount; it would be beneficial for both of us."

Yui Mikami said gently, "You've just woken up, and your future recovery will require a lot of money and time, won't it? If you agree to lower the amount now, we can pay you a portion in cash immediately to make things easier for you."

Yua Hata cautioned, "Getting entangled in legal proceedings is a huge drain on a patient like you. We don't want to see you receive a judgment only to find yourself in trouble due to the lengthy enforcement period."

"After all, the road to recovery is always full of uncertainties. It is a common occurrence in medicine for unfortunate relapses to happen during the treatment period. Resting with minimal external stimulation is the best option for you."

Momonogi Kaede's gaze swept over the monitor and IV drip by the bedside, finally settling on Amamiya Rin's pale face. Her pointed words carried a threatening undertone.

"Therefore, regarding the amount of compensation, we believe a more reasonable figure would be more beneficial to the physical and mental well-being of both parties. What do you think?"

The four of them formed an invisible semi-encirclement. Although there was no physical contact, their highly synchronized gazes and increasingly forceful tone created a strange sense of oppression.

"I'm saying, you're not threatening me, are you?"

Amamiya Rin made these four women laugh in exasperation.

So, is a simple life really just about small gifts?

When private Marseille and bowing didn't work, they started threatening?

"Using polite language to threaten people, are you acting like your mother?"

Amamiya Rin forced a smile and politely greeted him.

"A threat? No, just a friendly reminder."

Ayaka Hashimoto's lips curved slightly upwards, forming a cold smile.

Almost the instant she finished speaking, the lights in the ward seemed to flicker slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Gonglin suddenly saw that the whites of the four pairs of eyes staring at him were spreading at a visible speed, the dark pupils seemed to be shrinking, and the entire eye sockets turned into a lifeless pure white!

Four pairs of pure white eyes were indifferently focused on him!

Cold, hollow, inhuman!

The extreme terror was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, making Amamiya Rin's scalp tingle!

His blood seemed to freeze, his breathing stopped abruptly, his heart pounded wildly in his chest, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

That inhuman gaze lasted only a brief moment.

The next moment, the four people's eyes returned to normal, as if it had just been an illusion caused by the light.

Ayaka Hashimoto raised her hand and gently brushed her short hair behind her ear, the movement natural.

(Is it really... just my imagination?)

A strong sense of unease rose in Amamiya Rin's heart.

"We hope to resolve this peacefully, Mr. Amamiya."

Ayaka Hashimoto's voice rang out again.

"Please reconsider our proposal: 1000 million in compensation. It would be better for everyone."

"Ten million? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"

The rising anger instantly overwhelmed the brief unease. Yu Gonglin almost squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his pale face flushed crimson with rage.

"You disagree? That's a pity. It seems words can't make you understand how we feel."

Ayaka Hashimoto narrowed her eyes slightly, and the other three people's faces changed in the same way, with strange expressions appearing on their four pretty faces at the same time.

All four of them opened their lips at the same time.

In an instant, Amamiya Rin's breathing suddenly stopped.

Behind those four pairs of cherry-colored lips, deep within the scarlet throat, something seemed to be wriggling.

It was not a human tongue or tonsils, but a tiny, tentacle-like creature that twisted in the mouths of the four women, with a faint, needle-like, cold glint in its eyes!

What is that?!

A strong sense of nausea and fear assaulted Amamiya Rin's heart. He wanted to resist, but he had no strength. His exhausted body was powerless to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the horrifying thing gradually extended towards him.