My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Although the taxi driver was curious about why Kouta had come here, out of professional courtesy, he didn't ask any questions and simply turned around and left.

Based on the location on the note, Kouta headed towards one of the unfinished buildings.

He had considered calling the police, but he was afraid that if the other party saw things were going badly, they would kill the hostage, so he came instead.

From here on, there are no more roads. Instead, there is only the earthy yellow soil of nature, covered with waist-high weeds, lush and green. Not far away, the unfinished buildings with only cement skeletons look dilapidated and desolate after more than ten years of wind and rain erosion.

After walking for a while, Kouta suddenly stopped.

He looked up and saw several people on the first floor of an unfinished building a few hundred meters away, among them a noticeably short figure.

At this moment, Kouta's eyes were like those of an eagle; his vision was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he recognized his sister at a glance.

Kouta walked slowly toward that place, his gaze sweeping over it.

'Seven in total... no, eight.'

The weapons included baseball bats studded with nails, small hammers, machetes… but no firearms.

……

As Kouta drew closer, the people finally saw him.

Under their watchful eyes, Kouta slowly walked up to them.

This unfinished building seems to have been intended to be a large hall. The interior is spacious and empty. The building is surrounded by a ring of cube-shaped load-bearing columns more than a meter wide. The cement floor has been weathered and is covered with cement dust, which is a full centimeter thick. Apart from that, there are some scattered low weeds.

At this moment, Kouta looked at the group of people in front of him.

There were eight people in the group, standing scattered together. The leader was a tall man who wore a vest and was covered in tattoos like Yamamura Hayato. He had a fleshy face, a high nose bridge, a fierce look, and exuded a cold aura.

Beside the tattooed man, a tall, thin man in a yellow shirt held a sharp knife to Asuka's neck. With just a slight movement of his hand, Asuka's throat would be slit.

Asuka's mouth was sealed with black tape, preventing her from speaking. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were also bound with black tape, rendering her unable to move or run away.

The others were all very young, some even looking like they were still in school, and they all looked like delinquent youths.

At this moment, the tattooed man at the head of the group looked at Kouta with some suspicion in his heart.

Because at this moment, Kouta looked like a thin, weak, pale-faced man, and he didn't look like someone who had crippled his three brothers at all.

He had witnessed the horrific state of Yamamura Hayato and the others. They had multiple rib fractures, internal bleeding in multiple locations, one lung completely destroyed, and one hand amputated. They were still lying unconscious in the intensive care unit. The injuries were as if they had been hit by a speeding truck.

The other two henchmen were in equally bad shape and had some mental issues, even telling him that their injuries were inflicted by the other party's bare hands.

This is utterly absurd!

However, he didn't completely disbelieve it. He thought the two henchmen had exaggerated the incident; Fujiki Kouta was at most a trained fighter, capable of taking on three opponents at once, and the injuries seemed more like they were caused by tools.

"stop!"

One of the henchmen let out a loud shout.

Kouta had no choice but to stop. At this point, he was only about eight meters away from Asuka, a distance that would be considered safe for a normal person.

Seeing Kouta "obediently" stop, the menacing glint in the eyes of the eight men intensified.

"Are you Fujiki Kouta?" the tattooed man at the head of the group asked.

"You've come for Yamamura Hayato?" Kouta asked calmly.

"Hey kid, how dare you talk to our boss like that? You don't want to live anymore!" one of the henchmen shouted.

Kouta ignored what the thug said.

His eyes were as calm as a still spring, like the calm before an explosion, which made the eight thugs opposite him feel a little strange.

"Damn it, stop pretending, let's see if you can keep up the act!" The tattooed man in the lead hated Kouta's unnaturally calm demeanor and shouted with a fierce glint in his eyes, "Kid, you've got guts, daring to mess with someone from our National Essence Group."

Although the name "National Essence Group" sounds impressive, it's actually just a name they came up with randomly. They're just an insignificant gang of thugs with only eleven members in total. Kōta injured three of them before, and the current eight are all they have.

Since most of its members are petty thugs and criminals, their means of survival are low-class things like robbery, extortion, blackmail, and extortion, which shows how despicable they are.

It's important to understand that truly reputable gangs no longer rely on such methods to make money. They have their own businesses, such as hotels, nightclubs, and casinos—gray industries that offer stability and income that these small organizations that rely on protection money, extortion, and robbery cannot match.

Like that organization that used loans to get Chie Maeda to engage in prostitution, they could easily pull out 100 million yen in cash; that's a real big gang.

"And then?" Kouta asked calmly, showing no sign of taking the other person seriously.

The tattooed man at the head of the group was furious at Kouta's nonchalant attitude. He said fiercely, "Damn it, I'll gouge your eyes out later and see if you'll still pretend!"

"Oh, you want to gouge out my eyes? Fine, come here."

"Heh!" The tattooed man at the head of the group said with a vicious look on his face, "Kid, you think you're invincible just because you've learned a little bit of fighting?"

The tattooed man at the head of the group wasn't afraid of the so-called martial arts experts, because he had already "taught" them a lesson.

Back then, some people thought that knowing a little karate made them fearless, and they would try to be heroes and save damsels in distress right in front of me.

The results of it?

He was threatened by his family members, and he immediately withered away.

Now that man's two hands are broken, he's blind in one eye, his genitals are gone, and one of his legs has been amputated.

They even dared to call the police, and what happened then?

No one dared to testify, and there was no physical evidence, so they got away scot-free.

In retaliation, his father "died in a car accident," and his mother and sister served the entire troupe of traditional Chinese culture in his home every day, right in front of him.

Oh! By the way, that person seems to be a black belt in karate.

What kind of black belt is that? It's nothing but a piece of crap that's worse than a dog's.

Today, in order to get revenge on Kouta, he did the same thing again, having Asuka tied up to threaten him.

It seems to be working very well now.

“I won’t bully you. Today, if you can beat me, I’ll release your sister. However…” The tattooed man paused, then looked at Kouta with a mocking and sinister expression, and continued, “However, since you’ve trained in martial arts, so… to be fair, you’ll have to give me both my hands and both my legs!”

"Go, break his limbs," the tattooed man ordered his henchman.

Kouta was not surprised at all when he heard the tattooed man's request.

If a thug isn't shameless, can he still be called a thug?

"Hehehe~~" Upon hearing the tattooed man's words, the other thugs chuckled evilly and surrounded Kouta, carrying baseball bats and other weapons.

At this time,

Kouta raised his head, and his calm gaze began to change. The bloodlust and ferocity in his eyes sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"What! You still dare to resist? Don't you want your sister's life?" The tattooed man trembled under Kouta's gaze, but he quickly recovered and began to threaten, while also giving a wink to the subordinate next to him who was holding Asuka hostage.

The tall, thin man next to the tattooed man saw the boss's gaze and tightened his grip on the knife. Asuka's delicate neck was cut open by the blade, and a small trickle of blood flowed out.

Kouta watched this scene without making a move.

"Damn it, you dare scare me? Just you wait, I'll break all your limbs and then gang rape your sister right in front of you. Let's see if you're still so arrogant then."

'Oh right, I heard he has a beautiful girlfriend. I'll grab her too, hehe…'

"Waaah...!" Asuka struggled, but her hands and feet were tied up and her mouth was taped shut, so she was powerless.

She only felt a slight pain in her neck, but she was more worried about her older brother.

She could only watch helplessly as these people surrounded her older brother. The blunt weapons they held were terrifying to look at, making her shudder at the thought of 'what if those blunt weapons hit me?'

She looked at her older brother, only to find him giving her a reassuring look.

Instantly, she felt even more heartbroken, feeling that it was all her fault for letting these people threaten her brother.

call--!

Suddenly, Geng Tai let out a long breath.

He has already made a certain decision.

He knew he was wrong; he shouldn't have had illusions about these scumbags and thought they would back down.

He was wrong. The only way to deal with these scumbags is to eliminate them completely.

'Forget it, let's just kill them all. Even if these people are tried by law, given the nature of Japanese law and the instigation of a bunch of self-righteous sympathizers, it will all be a lot of noise and little action in the end. Let's just do it ourselves.'

'If you keep it clean, no one will know.'

'Even if I knew, it wouldn't matter. If any guy dared to meddle, I'd... slaughter his whole family.'

……

For some reason, the tattooed man had a bad feeling as he looked at the silent Kouta.

'Phew, what am I afraid of? His sister is in my hands, and besides, I have so many people with me.'

however.

Kouta looked at these people.

“I—” Kouta suddenly said, but after saying this one word, he paused slightly, as if he was preparing something.

His half-finished sentence successfully piqued everyone's curiosity. They all wanted to hear what Kouta would say next—would he beg for mercy, make threats, or something else entirely?

They all stopped what they were doing, ready to listen carefully.

"what--!!!"

A loud roar!

The roar was deafening, earth-shattering, as if a thunderclap had exploded in space. The invisible, violent sound waves spread outwards, causing everyone's ears to ring and their thoughts to freeze for a moment.

The moment of distraction lasted about one second.

but,

For Kouta, one second is enough!

With a loud roar, Kouta took a step forward, his right leg slamming into the ground with a loud "BOOM!" The force of the impact caused the sole of his cheap sneaker to explode, sending countless spiderwebs flying across the concrete floor. He shot towards the tall, thin man like a cannonball.

In the blink of an eye, the eight-meter distance was covered.

The tall, thin man had just come to his senses when he saw a fist that kept growing larger and larger, the force of the punch seeming to blow his head away.

boom!

The tall, thin man felt a sharp pain, and then instantly lost consciousness.

His head was smashed open with a punch, and blood and brain matter mixed with skull fragments sprayed out, turning a fan-shaped area behind him into a paste.