Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

--boom

None of the three expected that this seemingly weak girl would dare to take action first.

The curly-haired young man's retina had just caught the movement of her raising her knee when the severe pain in his crotch made his ears buzz.

The gastric juice that spurted out when he knelt had not yet fallen to the ground. The girl took advantage of the momentum and stepped on his back to fly into the air. Her right leg turned into a gray shadow and kicked towards Curly.

The curly-haired man's pupils trembled violently, and he cursed loudly: "Fuck!"

The moment the metal buzzed and exploded, Curly swung his brass knuckles towards the girl's face.

The blue-haired girl's twin ponytails drew two arcs of light as she leaned back rapidly. When the tips of her hair brushed across the other's widened pupils, her right knee accurately penetrated the curly-haired man's ribs - that was the triangular area where the diaphragm and the soft spot met.

The dull creaking of bones and muscles made the curly-haired man instinctively take a half step back. The moment he bent over like a shrimp, the girl grabbed his right wrist, which was covered in brass knuckles, and twisted it upward, causing the iron block to hit his chin hard.

The moment her two bloody molars splattered against the wall, she had already used the reaction force to spin around, and the soles of her patent leather shoes made a sharp whistling sound as they scraped against the wet ground.

On the other side, the man with the utility knife also reacted, and the blade of the utility knife brushed her ear and smashed down.

--boom.

It was a pity that the impact missed and the rusty fire escape was shaken to pieces and fell into dust.

The man with the utility knife felt some pain, and the girl suddenly leaned down and got under his armpit. The force of her hand knife hit his carotid artery, causing the utility knife to fall to the ground with a clang.

As he stumbled and hit the wall, the girl grabbed his hair and pulled it down, then raised her knee and hit him in the face.

"You're fucking dead!"

The baton came from behind as the girl was about to release the limp body of the man with the box cutter. The baton was still three inches from her waist when she suddenly slammed her heel on the man's arch.

The moment Curly lost his balance and fell forward, the girl grabbed his wrist holding the stick and slammed it against the wall. The sound of wrist bones breaking and metal flying was heard at the same time.

The final elbow strike hit the boy's temple, and he collapsed in the sewage like a dehydrated fish.

The yellow-haired man who was kicked down by the girl at first also reacted at this moment and struggled to touch the switchblade in his trouser pocket.

At this moment, he was already mad with anger at the opponent, and his vicious nature was completely aroused.

After being a gangster for so many years, this is the first time he has lost face so badly. Now he just wants to stab this ignorant bitch twice.

——Fuck you, I’ll kill you!

The veins on Huangmao's right hand, curled up in the sewage, bulged, and he clenched the switchblade in his palm. He suddenly jumped up like a dying hyena.

The switchblade is inserted directly into the opponent's lower back. This angle can avoid the obstruction of the ribs and go straight to the kidney.

The girl seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, and her blue twintails suddenly swung out in a fan-shaped afterimage as she spun around. A piece of stone brushed past her hair for a moment.

She grabbed the yellow-haired man's wrist with her left hand and pulled it down, while her right knee pushed upward against the opponent's momentum.

The dull thud of the mandible colliding with the kneecap startled the sparrows on the power lines.

The counterattack wasn't over yet. The girl grabbed the yellow-haired man's dislocated arm and continued twisting it. The moment he bent over in pain, the force of her knife-like hand slashed at the Fengchi point on the back of his neck, completely paralyzing the attacker.

When the back of the yellow-haired man's head hit the ground heavily, the girl raised her foot and stepped on his intact left hand. The sound of her heel crushing the joints of the back of his hand was like crushing a handful of walnuts.

In the reflection of the sewage, Huangmao's swollen right eye barely opened a slit. He felt ruthless and wanted to reach for the switchblade beside him.

The girl's response to this was very simple and clear.

--boom

When the punch landed and hit the bridge of his nose, Huangmao could still hear the sound of cartilage breaking.

He struggled for a moment.

--boom

The second punch to the same spot made all struggles sink to the bottom of the water.

The girl's punches were aimed at an angle that avoided the fatal area, and each punch hit the junction of the brow and cheekbone where the pain nerves were most densely concentrated. Blood splashed onto the hem of her skirt along the trajectory of her punches.

Just like that, punch after punch, punch after punch.

The yellow-haired man's hand, which was struggling to touch the switchblade, suddenly froze, and his bloody fist hovered three centimeters above his eyeball.

“Wait, wait…!”

Huangmao whimpered through his leaky teeth, and with his trembling left hand he opened his trouser pocket:

"My money is all here... Rao, bypass me."

When the wallet fell into the puddle, the girl did not retract her fist until he took out all the banknotes inside with trembling hands.

The girl took the spoils with her bloody fist and patted the wallet on the yellow-haired man's intact left cheek.

Just when Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly grabbed his hair with increased force and pressed his entire face into the puddle.

Huangmao could hear the sound of his skull scraping against the ground. When the feeling of suffocation reached a critical point, he heard the sound of cloth being torn from above—the girl was carefully wrapping her bloody right hand with strips of cloth torn from somewhere.

Before leaving, she threw her empty wallet on his eyelids, which were swollen like rotten peaches.

"Don't try to be a thug next time."

Kujo Renji spoke calmly.

A pair of lacquered-toe leather shoes stepped on his face.

The yellow-haired man also fainted completely.

Then, the other two people curled up on the ground saw the devil-like girl turn her gaze to them.

"So, what about yours?"

Chapter 12: A Shelter for 50,000 Yen

After Curly-haired man and the utility knife man tremblingly handed over their wallets, they hurriedly fled with the still unconscious Yellow-haired man.

——Quite loyal.

Jiujo Renji sneered, then leaned against the wall of the alley and began to count today's harvest.

Almost 100,000 yen, most of it came from that yellow-haired guy.

It can be seen that he is probably the one who collects the most "tolls" on a normal basis.

Well...a perfect part-time job, no one got hurt.

He got the money, the gangster got a lesson, and the students who were charged tolls by the gangster also got rid of their anger.

It's a win-win-win situation.

Perhaps the only one who has an objection is the eldest lady inside me?

"Is this your part-time job?!"

Shoko Toyokawa's voice sounded somewhat unbelievable and a bit exasperated.

"I cannot lose as I bear the name of the Toyokawa family."

He seemed to be in a very good mood and Kujo Renji made a rare joke.

"Who cares if you lose or not! No..."

Shoko Toyokawa was about to refute, but then she realized that Kujo Renji was using her body, so even if she really lost, she would be at a disadvantage.

"Alright Miss, this is more than what you make part-time."

One hundred thousand yen. Miss Xiangzi would have to work part-time for at least half a month to earn that much money, and that's because she is the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family.

Although according to Xiangzi's personality, she might prefer to work as a customer service representative.

"Furthermore, these people have been entrenched here for so long, and I don't know how many normal students they've bullied and harmed. I'm doing this to eliminate this evil for the people."

This sentence made Toyokawa Shoko silent.

She could naturally see the true nature of those "thugs" just now. If it were her old self, although she felt disgusted in her heart, she would definitely walk around them.

Like now, I can teach these guys a lesson...

It feels pretty good, right?

After she figured it out, she wasn't so angry anymore.

——Didi

There was a vibration in the inner pocket of the skirt.

It was Xiangzi's cell phone ringing.

Kujo Renji took out his cell phone and unlocked it very naturally.

It was a message from the manager of the customer service company.

[Ms. Xiangzi, what happened? Why couldn't you come to work today?]

The tone was so polite that it was surprising.

This also made Kujo Renji more certain of his previous guess.

This so-called part-time customer service job...is actually one of the means used by Toyokawa Sadaharu to monitor his granddaughter, right?

Just block this customer service manager.

The voice of Toyokawa Shoko sounded in my mind at the same time, her tone was faint:

"How come you're so skilled...?"

"Ok?"

"How come you're so skilled at opening my phone?"

"What do you mean your phone? It's my phone now."

Jiujo Renji found it a little funny and tossed the phone in his hand.

Regarding Kujo Renji's behavior of blocking the manager, Toyokawa Shoko did not try to stop him. Firstly, she could not stop him... Secondly, after learning about Kujo Renji's ability, she also knew that he did so for his own reasons.

The only thing that worried her now was whether Kujo Renji had secretly looked at some of her more private information on her phone.

Shoko Toyokawa's consciousness is not awake 24 hours a day... Strictly speaking, the time she is "awake" is even less than that of Renji Kujo.

So she didn't know whether Kujo Renji had looked through her phone while she was "asleep"...especially the photo albums and notes!

The feeling of having your inner self completely exposed in front of others is too shameful.

Even though Kujo Renji didn't need those things and could clearly understand what she was thinking, but... it was still different after all!

It's like a child who knows very well that his parents know him very well, but still doesn't want his parents to read his diary.

"Don't worry, I haven't opened your photo album."

"That's good... No! How do you know where not to look if you haven't seen it?!"

Shoko Toyokawa just breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized something was wrong.

"Is it that hard to guess? I know even if I haven't seen it. It's just some photos from the Crychic era."

Kujo Renji found it funny. He really had never seen the other person's photo album.

Things like prying into a little girl's privacy...are meaningless.

If you really want to see it, you should do it openly in front of the other person.

Only by looking at Toyokawa Shoko's shameful and angry expression when she compares her beautiful past with her current declaration of "I am dead because of my weakness" can Kujo Renji's evil taste be barely satisfied.

"You've definitely seen it!"

"It's up to you."

Jiujo Renji said casually, picking up the knife left by the yellow-haired man in the alley.

Looking at the 100,000 yen in his hand, he nodded with satisfaction.

It's time to find a suitable place to live.

.........

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the setting sun at three o'clock. The moment the glass door "ding-donged", a minty-scented cool air blew in my face.

Inside the rental company.

Kujo Renji frowned as he looked at the pile of property listings on his desk—each with a yellow sticky note saying "Rented."