My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

He could clearly see that Kouta was different from his usual honest self, and he suddenly felt a little scared. Although he often bullied the weak and bullied the young at school, it did not mean that he was very brave and fearless. On the contrary, Yamamura Jeff was just a bully who was afraid of the strong and bullied the weak. He did not have any fighting spirit to the death.

"Hey, you're not scared, are you?"

Kouta, who had already entered the alley, turned around and asked, his eyes full of coldness and mockery.

Passersby who witnessed this scene were startled and unconsciously walked around the two of them, keeping their eyes down and looking away, afraid of attracting the attention of Kouta and his companion and getting themselves into trouble.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, and no one even dared to look up.

Jeff Yamamura's face turned pale and then red. Being looked down upon by Kouta, whom he had never respected, deeply hurt his pride.

At that moment, he put one of his hands in his pocket and felt a long, narrow object inside. Suddenly, he felt confident, and the ruthlessness in his heart was also stirred up.

'You think I'm afraid of a coward like you? You piece of trash dare to challenge me to a fight? Just wait and see if I don't break your leg, no, I'll smash your...thing...hehehe...'

A sinister thought arose in Yamamura Jeff's mind, and he walked toward the alley.

Not far from the alley entrance was a trash can, but the trash was already full and piled up outside the can, forming a garbage heap. Kouta walked over the garbage heap and continued walking inside until he turned another corner and stopped in the alley behind two truly deserted buildings.

It was more than two meters wide inside, and a few dim lights on both sides of the alleyway emitted a faint glow.

The ground was littered with puddles and various kinds of garbage, as well as black clumps that were hard to identify, and the air was filled with a stench.

This is the true lawless place in this city.

There are no cameras, and no one to bother you.

It's a good place to fight.

Behind Kouta, Yamamura Jeff also came in and stopped three meters away from Kouta.

In an instant,

Kouta turned around immediately, and without saying a word, stepped forward with his left foot, clenched his right fist, and punched hard at the area below Yamamura Jeff's head, near his chin.

The fist tore through the air, producing a faint whistling sound. If this punch landed, it could shatter several of Yamamura Jeff's teeth, and the impact on his jawbone would reverberate in his brain, instantly dismantling his fighting ability without killing him.

Having spent ten years struggling at the bottom of society in his previous life, and even single-handedly storming into the 'company' organization building to fight to the death, Kouta's fighting skills may not be professional, but they are very pragmatic.

Just like the sudden attack just now, this kind of unsportsmanlike behavior is despised, but it is indeed the most practical thing in real-world fighting—to strike first and gain the upper hand.

Furthermore, Kouta did not underestimate Yamamura Jeff just because he seemed to be physically weaker than him. On the contrary, he attacked with lightning speed, leaving no chance for his opponent.

As expected, Yamamura Jeff faced Kouta's swiftly approaching punch.

They were indeed panicked and unable to dodge in time.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Yamamura Jeff will collapse and become unable to fight.

However, an unexpected event occurred.

Jeff Yamamura also sensed something was wrong. In this extremely critical situation, his body instinctively sought to save himself, and he directly pulled out his so-called "secret weapon".

Clang~~

The sound of a metal spring was particularly noticeable in the quiet alleyway.

It turns out that Jeff Yamamura's "secret weapon" was a spring-loaded dagger that could automatically pop out.

The blade flashed out, and he disregarded all technique, thrusting directly at Kouta's whistling fist.

The blade is not long, but it is about five inches (15cm) long, and the edge is gleaming with a cold light, indicating that it has been sharpened.

Kouta naturally noticed that the gleaming dagger in Yamamura Jeff's hand was stabbing towards his hand. His body instinctively felt threatened, and his breathing became much more rapid.

Left with no other choice, he forced his fist to deflect, because if he didn't, his hand would meet the tip of the knife.

Swah——

Finally, Geng Tai narrowly avoided the blade.

Immediately afterward, he lunged forward, pressing close to Yamamura Jeff, rendering his dagger ineffective due to the close proximity. He then quickly extended his left hand, seizing the opportunity to grab Yamamura Jeff's right wrist, which was holding the knife, thus restricting his movement. Simultaneously, he used his right hand to try and snatch the dagger away.

Kōta naturally knew that in hand-to-hand combat, a cold weapon played a crucial role in determining the outcome of the battle.

If he couldn't take the dagger from Yamamura Jeff, he would be on the defensive at every turn. Not only would he not be able to teach Jeff a lesson, but he might even be killed by Jeff.

"Don't think about it!"

Yamamura Jeff struggled desperately with his right hand, which was gripping the knife, while his left hand also strained to pull Kouta away.

For a moment, the two became entangled, turning the contest into a battle of strength and stamina.

"Well--"

At this point, Yamamura Jeff had exerted all his strength, his adrenaline was surging like crazy, but perhaps due to his poor foundation, the scales of victory began to tip in Kouta's favor.

Kouta's right hand had already pried open two of Yamamura Jeff's fingers, and the hilt of the dagger began to slide toward Kouta's right hand.

Seeing this trend, Yamamura Jeff struggled frantically, his mind a complete mess. He no longer had the will to think; he was simply struggling, struggling, driven only by the instinct for survival…

He twisted his body wildly, and the two of them moved continuously in the narrow alley.

Suddenly, Jeff from the mountain village stepped on a dirty, dark plastic bag. The bag was lying on a small puddle, surrounded by moss, making it very slippery.

wow——

Jeff Yamamura slipped, lost his balance, and stumbled backward, taking Kouta in front of him down with him to the ground with a thud.

Kouta, who was already on edge, was pulled down by the force of Yamamura Jeff's sudden fall, landing directly on top of him. Both lost their balance and fell to the ground, immediately feeling a dizzying sensation...

After a long while, Kouta was startled back to his senses by the warm liquid covering his face, but he immediately realized something was wrong, because his nose was filled with a disgusting fishy smell, and his eyes were covered by some warm liquid, making it impossible for him to open them.

"This is~~"

Kouta was startled. He climbed off Yamamura Jeff and wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

However... what he saw before him was beyond his expectations!

Jeff Yamamura lay on his back on the ground, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, gushing hot blood.

The dagger that the two were fighting for their lives was plunged directly into Yamamura Jeff's neck, and due to the jolt of the fall, the dagger seemed to have been twisting around inside his neck.

Red liquid gushed out in spurts, like surging earth, and soon the ground was covered with a pool of red liquid...

"This~~" Kouta stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

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In this dark corner, a cold wind blew by, bringing a chill, but Kouta had no time to care about it.

He just stared motionlessly at the mountain village Jeff in front of him, watching him try to open his mouth wide to beg for help but instead vomit gushing blood, watching his wide eyes stare at him, his eyes filled with pleading, fear, despair, and finally hatred... until he was completely lifeless.

"how so?!"

"I only wanted to beat him up, why, why did it turn out like this!?"

Although Kouta had long disliked Yamamura Jeff, he never thought of killing him.

After all, in modern society, although murder may not be punishable by death, it will still deprive a person of their entire future life.

Kota was panicked and confused...

Clang!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of an aluminum can being knocked open rang out in the dim, quiet alleyway, jolting Kouta awake like a thunderclap.

"who?!!"

With a loud shout, Kouta immediately stood up, turned around, and in one swift motion, took a few large strides to the corner of the alley, intending to grab the newcomer.

However, standing at the corner, all that could be seen was a straight passage leading to the bright street outside. At this time, there were no pedestrians on the sidewalk, only a few vehicles whizzing by on the road.

However, even if there are pedestrians, it's not a big problem, since pedestrians in well-lit areas can't possibly see the people and things deep in the dark alley.

Kouta looked down and saw that besides the trash on the ground, there was a brown cat scratching at a plastic bag with its paws on the pile of trash.

Underneath the cat, there were scattered beer cans and some other snack bags.

"Meow~~"

Cats are naturally sensitive, and sensing Kouta's agitated aura, they couldn't help but wonder why, even though they were both humans, one of them had been so gentle with them just moments before, while the other was now acting as if he wanted to devour them.

Sensing danger, the cat leaped to the ground, dashed out of the alley, and ran away around the corner.

Kouta breathed a sigh of relief: "Ha~, it's just a cat!"

After the scare, Kouta calmed down. After all, in terms of life experience, Kouta was already a mature adult.

Because of the sordid memories from his past life, Kouta's guilt about his first real-world murder gradually faded away.

At this moment, Kouta has no regrets. If he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to do it. In fact, thinking about Jeff Yamamura's death, the thought of 'it might be better if this kind of thing died...' pops into his mind from time to time.

"This matter must not be exposed."

Having made up his mind, Kouta turned back to the body of Jeff Yamamura and pondered a solution.

However, Kouta was unaware of this.

Just now, as he was staring at the street a dozen meters away, at the ninety-degree corner of the alley, Maeda Chie was pressed tightly against the wall, holding her breath and concentrating, until she was sure that Kouta hadn't chased after her before she breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she loosened her grip on the phone, looked at the completed video displayed on the touchscreen, a strange smile appeared on her lips, and then turned and left.

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Deep in the alley.

Geng Tai's brain was working at lightning speed.

At this moment, Kouta felt somewhat fortunate that he had chosen a place that was remote enough.

"This place is very secluded, there are no surveillance cameras nearby, and no witnesses, so if it is handled properly, no one will know about this."

"Even if the police intervene in the investigation, as long as they can clean up the body and erase the scene, in the end... the police can only close the case hastily."

"Therefore, the most urgent task is to deal with the body."

“But before that…” Kouta looked at the pool of bright red liquid on the ground, which was getting bigger and bigger, “We must stop the wound from bleeding.”

At that moment, Kouta suddenly remembered the plastic bag that the cat had torn open earlier.

"Perhaps, it could be like this..."

Kouta immediately got up and quickly went to the pile of garbage that was more than a meter high against the wall.

A strong smell of rotting food wafted over.