Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

The little deer followed behind her, carrying the iron bar on its shoulder, its eyes shining.

Should we go too?

"Let's see how things go first."

Hiromi Nichisawa, walking at the very back, asked, "When they say 'persuasion,' do they mean negotiation?"

"It's persuasion in a physical sense."

The Japanese car was silent for two seconds before following.

"Are your team members usually like this?"

"Most of the time they're quite reasonable," Mashiro thought for a moment. "But if they're unwilling to listen to reason, then we can only rely on physics."

Nichiche didn't say anything more; he looked down at his hands.

He suddenly realized that the organization he had joined might be more lively than he had imagined.

Soon, the central business district of Tokyo's first barrier.

When the three arrived, the square was already littered with people.

Mashiro glanced at them briefly and counted about twenty.

They were all knocked unconscious and piled up haphazardly.

In the center of the square, Hu Zhang was chasing after a swimmer in sportswear.

The man took three steps, and Tiger Cane caught up with him in the next second, punching him in the back.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he fell face down to the ground.

Tiger Cane withdrew his fist, stood still to catch his breath, then looked back once more to confirm that the person had indeed fainted before turning around.

Fu Hei was at the other end of the square, his shadow undulating slightly beneath his feet, and the Jade Dog had already darted out from the shadow.

Jade Dog Black dragged an unconscious person by the collar, pulling them back to the crowd before releasing them.

Jade Dog White squatted nearby, responsible for guarding the crowd.

When someone groggily tries to get up, it bares its teeth.

Every time he started baring his teeth, the man would fall back down and simply pretend to be dead.

Itari patted the slight bloodstains off his hands, turned around and saw Mashiro, then grinned.

"Mashiro-nee, you're here."

"How long have you been searching?"

"Not long after," Itarō said, scratching his head. "This group was quite aggressive at first, saying they wanted to grab points and kill anyone they saw. But I convinced them."

"How many rounds did you take?"

"Three rounds, I guess?" Itari thought for a moment and replied, "They didn't believe in the first two rounds, but by the third round they didn't utter a sound of resistance at all."

Fushiguro Megumi walked over, nodded to Mashiro, glanced at the car following behind her, and nodded again.

"Is this Mr. Nichisha?"

“That’s right.” Mashiro nodded and said, “Hiromichi Higurashi will join us as a new fighting force.”

Chapter 186 The Theory of Physics

Hiromi Hiroshi nodded slightly to them.

Then he stood at the edge of the square, looking at the people who had fainted all over the ground, and then at Itadori and Fushiguro Megumi.

He worked as a lawyer for over a decade, presided over countless cases, and witnessed all sorts of injuries on all kinds of people.

But none of the people scattered on the ground were injured; they had all only briefly fainted.

"The shots were very precise," Nissha commented. "None of them were fatal."

“Knocking them out is enough,” Itaruma interjected. “It’s not like we’re going to kill them. We can talk about the points, but the dead can’t be brought back to life.”

The Japanese car paused for a moment, somewhat surprised.

He thought this young man with unusual bone structure was the simple-minded type.

Xiao Lu glanced at the pile of unconscious people and pursed her lips.

"That's it? I thought it was something bigger."

"There were some more, but they hid inside the building."

Huzhang pointed to the commercial building across the street, "Those inside are probably the most disobedient people in the area."

Why didn't you chase after them?

“We chased after them.” Itajō scratched his head. “Fukuguro and I chased them to the door, counted, and the number of people we knocked out was the same.”

Fu Hei added, "Eleven against eleven."

Itadori and Fushiguro exchanged a glance. The atmosphere became tense.

"so what?"

"So let's have a contest." Itarō flexed his fingers. "Whoever takes down the toughest one on the other side first wins."

"Do you know the toughest one on the other side?"

"I don't recognize him," Itari admitted frankly. "But you can tell at a glance. The person standing in the very center of that building is the leader."

Fushiguro Megumi nodded: "Okay, let's compete in this one."

The two jade dogs stood up and walked back to Fu Hei's feet.

Their routes diverged quite subtly, indicating that they both wanted to give it a try.

Okay, then let's leave it to them.

Mashiro nodded, stepped back to the edge of the square, took out a bag of potato chips from her pocket, and tore it open.

The little deer stared at the potato chips in her hand, stunned for a long time.

Where did you get these potato chips?

"The convenience store I just passed by."

When will you...?

Shh, let's watch the show.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the commercial building across the street was pushed open.

A group of people came out, led by a blond man covered in receipts.

Reggie Stark.

He glanced at the human-shaped punching bags scattered on the ground, then said, "You guys are pretty ruthless."

"Is that so? I think not."

Huzhang retorted, "We've already gone easy on him; we even spared his life."

"what?"

Reggie even began to doubt himself after hearing what Haddō said.

That makes sense, though; losing here is no different from dying.

Ultimately, you can only judge a person by their character.

Reggie took two steps forward and flipped the bill over in his hand.

"Gentlemen, please state your names?"

"Japanese knotweed Hisuhito."

"Fu Hei Hui".

"Kudoshin... Fukuro..."

Reggie repeated, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Never heard of it, but to fight like this in this area, your skills are quite good. How about we consider changing the way we cooperate?"

What kind of cooperation method?

"Give me your points, and I guarantee you'll be able to do whatever you want in Tokyo's First Barrier."

"Are you kidding me? How dare you underestimate me?"

Fu Hei Hui looked at him, then laughed angrily, "You'll be lucky to escape with your life today, or at least suffer a lot."

Reggie's smile faded.

Just then, a burst of exaggerated laughter came from the other end of the street.

"Clang clang clang!"

A man dressed like Superman walked out from around the corner, humming a little tune.

He stood at the street corner, looking at the scene of talent everywhere, his eyes shining brightly.

"Oh? What are you doing?"

Takaha Fumihiko.

The moment Mashiro saw Takaha, her expression became subtle.

Xiao Lu looked Gao Yu up and down, then frowned.

Who is this?

"Comedian".

Mashiro continued eating her potato chips without saying anything more.

If Gao Yu's technique becomes known to the person himself, it will become ineffective.

Nichiro glanced at Takahashi a couple more times and asked, "He doesn't look like a comedian, does he?"

"hehe."

Mashiro chuckled, shook her head, and said, "I think it's funny precisely because it doesn't look like it."