My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Upon seeing this, the white man spat at the office worker in dissatisfaction, cursing in English.

Then he turned around, looked at Kanako with amusement, and prepared to teach her a lesson.

Kanako Uehara, kneeling pitifully on the ground, was so frightened that she trembled all over and even leaked fluid.

She knew her boyfriend had violent tendencies, especially towards women, and tears streamed down her face as she shook her head at her white boyfriend, but it was no use.

In her desperation, she caught a glimpse of Kouta, who was about to leave quietly, and immediately called out to him, "Mr. Hashiki, please help me! It's me, Kanako. We exchanged contact information this morning."

Kanako just wanted to redirect her boyfriend's anger towards her. She didn't care what impact it would have on others. In the eyes of these Chinese men, it was a great blessing that a beautiful girl like her could talk to them.

Her voice was choked with sobs, conveying helplessness and desolation. Combined with her beautiful appearance, it was simply a treasure for men.

If it were an ordinary teenager or a corporate slave who hadn't had enough beatings, he would have already jumped up and impulsively stepped forward to be a hero and save the damsel in distress!

The passersby who had been frightened away by the white man's violent methods looked at Kouta from a distance with pity.

Because the guy who saved the damsel in distress last time, well, he's still lying on the ground right now.

Moreover, the white man just now identified himself: he was an American soldier stationed in Japan!

Once this identity was revealed, the passerby immediately abandoned the idea of ​​calling the police.

Because after the police were notified, they were powerless against the American soldiers. They couldn't even arrest or detain them. Even if the soldiers had committed murder and broken the law, at most they would be deported back to their home country, or they could be publicly declared to have been deported. After all, American troops are stationed all over Japan. If they were in another city, who would know?

So the police had no choice but to take away the people who reported the incident, ostensibly to cooperate with the investigation, but in reality, they were just waiting for a gag order from above and then making these people sign a confidentiality agreement.

There have been so many such incidents that nowadays, when locals see Americans committing crimes in the street, they all simply pretend they didn't see it.

Walker Tony's gaze was indeed drawn to Kouta by Kanako's words.

Although Kanako was just a new taste he changed after getting tired of those adult film actresses in their twenties and thirties, he already regarded Kanako as his personal slave, and naturally rejected other men from touching her, especially the weak-kneed men of this island nation.

Instead of attacking immediately, he provocatively said in broken Japanese, "Natives, the women here are all easy targets, slaves. Look, this beautiful woman, no matter how much I beat her, she just won't leave."

Snapped!

As Tony spoke, he actually slapped Kanako across the other side of her face, knocking her to the ground.

As an American soldier, he was practically a Celestial Dragon in this country. Even if he killed this native, the government would not only not punish him, but would also do everything in its power to clean up his mess.

The only slightly troublesome thing is that in the military, excessive self-defense might result in a month's salary being deducted.

Kouta looked at the provocative look in the white man's eyes, but his expression remained calm.

To be honest, with this kind of equipment and at this distance, even if the other party had a Gatling gun, he was confident he could take them down before they could fire.

Being able to do it is one thing; whether or not to do it is another.

If he sees injustice on the road, he will draw his sword to help.

But this isn't about standing up for what's right now!

His sense of smell was amplified, and he recognized the perfume on the white man as the same one that had been on Kanako Uehara that morning.

In other words, Kanako Uehara and this white man knew each other long ago, and might even be a couple.

So, in this situation, it's either a couple arguing or a business conflict... in any case, it's not something an outsider like him can easily interfere with.

All he wants now is to go back, get the money, return to the hospital, and stay by Hui's side.

Kouta turned and left.

To outsiders, Kouta was a coward, so afraid of the white man that he dared not speak, yet he pretended to be indifferent.

They looked at Kouta with disdain, tacitly forgetting that they themselves were the same.

Seeing Kouta's weakness, Tony glanced at him with disdain and then stopped paying attention. His gaze returned to Kanako, and he grabbed her hair and tried to pull her up.

That bitch, it's time to teach you a lesson!

While trying to stop Tony, Kanako cried out to Kouta in a heart-wrenching voice, "Mr. Hashiki, save me! Save me!"

Kouta continued walking, unmoved.

Just as Kanako was in despair, a black sedan pulled up to the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Hayato Miyamori got out, yelling at Tony, "Let go of that girl!"

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Chapter 422 Courage and Reality

Hayato Miyamori, filled with righteous indignation, walked up to Tony and angrily said, "Let her go!"

Tony turned to look at Hayato, his eyes narrowing slightly. He hated men who wanted to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

"Damn it, you think you can use me to pick up girls? I'll kill you!"

Tony, who was already on drugs, was beginning to awaken his inner cruelty.

He was already tall and strong, and standing in front of Miyamori Hayato, a high school student, he exuded a strong sense of pressure.

As an American soldier, he had fired a gun and killed people.

The murderous intent of such soldiers is terrifying for an ordinary citizen who has lived in the city since childhood.

In an instant.

Hayato Miyamori felt as if he were being watched by a cheetah; his scalp tingled, his hands and feet turned ice-cold, and his heart pounded wildly.

He suddenly regretted his rash actions.

Just now, when his car drove past here, he happened to see this white man treating a girl roughly.

The girl's crying, fear, and helplessness struck a chord with him.

His sense of justice surged instantly, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he told the driver to stop the car and rushed out to stop the man.

Only now did he realize that he was just an ordinary person and had no power to stop the other party.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Hayato's voice trembled as he suppressed his fear and tried to keep his eyes from darting away.

...His legs had gone weak.

Tony didn't act immediately, but continued to provoke him, saying, "Let go, hahaha, I'm not letting go, what can you do to me?"

As he spoke, he deliberately raised his hand, a gesture that caused Kanako, who was half-squatting, to let out a miserable cry.

"You, you... if you have a problem, come at me. What kind of skill is it to bully a girl?" Everyone around him was watching, and he could only force himself to say such "harsh" words, though in his own eyes...

Hayato desperately hoped that the police would arrive at this moment, or that others around him would stand up for him, and that the other party would run away in fear because of his numbers. Then, he could comfort the cute girl who was being bullied, and then the girl would develop feelings for him, and then the girl would try to get closer to him... In extreme fear, Hayato's mind instinctively conjured up scenes he had read in manga.

Tony thought this guy was something special, but it turned out to be nothing. He looked at him with disdain and said, "Get lost, coward."

Then he prepared to continue to properly discipline his girlfriend, Kanako.

The word "coward" was like a needle piercing Hayato's heart, tearing open the deepest wound of regret in his soul.

Back in his first year of high school, one day, while he was on duty taking out the trash, he happened to peek into the grove behind the teaching building and saw his crush, the school beauty, being surrounded by notorious delinquents. He wanted to step in and help, as this might be his only chance to get closer to his goddess.

However, in the end, he stood still out of fear...

Countless times afterward, he recalled that day, that moment. If he had been a little braver, a little less cowardly, would everything have been different? His goddess would have made him lunch every day, and they would have gone to school together, come home together, and gone on dates together on weekends... But there is no going back in this world.

The word "coward" pierced his heart like a knife.

Hayato was suddenly startled. How similar this scene was to that one from before! Should he continue to back down?

Will he repeat that scene that he will regret for the rest of his life?

He doesn't want that!

He has vowed countless times to change himself!

"I told you to stop!"

Hayato was filled with rage, his adrenaline surged, his face flushed, and boundless courage welled up within him. The tall, imposing white man before him was no longer frightening; he even felt he could defeat him.

Hayato yelled, "Ah—!! Accept the punishment of justice!" and punched Tony in the chest with his right fist.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Hayato's punch, imbued with anger and a desire to change himself... merely ruffled a few folds in Tony's jacket.

"how so?"

Hayato's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

He felt as if he had hit a wall made of iron.

He couldn't understand why his angry attack was so powerless, even ridiculous. This wasn't like in the comics! Why was this happening?

Actually, there's nothing strange about this. A high school student who has never exercised is facing a regular soldier who does physical training every day. Can the gap between them really be bridged by so-called passion and courage?

"Kid, you started it. Everything that happened afterward was in self-defense."

Tony wore a cruel smile. His Japanese was only at a rudimentary level, and he didn't understand Hayato's cringeworthy line, but that didn't stop him from sensing the other party's hostility.

He suddenly flicked his hand, sweeping it horizontally straight at Hayato's face, leaving no room for error in this slap.

This was his full strength, without holding back at all, and... the target of his attack was Hayato's temple.

If this blow lands squarely, Miyamori Hayato could suffer at best a dislocated jaw and lose a few teeth, and at worst, die from intracranial hemorrhage and concussion.

When regular soldiers fight ordinary civilians, the outcome is always brutal, leaving no room for suspense.

Hayato's heart raced, and he had only one thought in his mind: So fast!

From his perspective, Tony's hand seemed to be teleporting; he could only vaguely see its afterimage.

He knew he couldn't escape it.

I was also prepared to be beaten.

He had no idea he might die; he naively thought he might only have a swollen face.

Just as he instinctively closed his eyes, bracing himself for the excruciating pain...

Boom!

A muffled thud was heard, but the expected excruciating pain did not occur.