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Another fruitful day.

Of course, the biggest gain was the skill "Phoenix's Ambition".

It's like giving your subordinates a full set of resurrection armor, which also increases their defense and deterrent power.

Although it's only a probability.

However, it's not impossible to find a few more people with the "Phoenix's Ambition" skill and reach a 100% probability.

Whether it's difficult to find or not, well...

Ryuji Kurosaki, now wearing glasses, scanned Taiga Narumi.

Immediately, it was discovered that the skill [? ? ? ?] in Narumi Taiga's data panel had disappeared at some point and been replaced by [Hosen no Shi].

Ryuji Kurosaki immediately understood.

The reason why the skills in Narumi Taiga's data panel are displayed as "?" is probably because they are not activated or awakened.

If he waits until he becomes the leader of the gang, he might awaken his powers.

Although he is still not the head of the gang.

However, he possesses the [Phoenix Immortal's Ambition] skill, and when this skill effect is applied to him, it also activates his skill.

In this way, it can also increase resistance and deterrence by an additional 10 points in battle, and the probability of ordinary members getting back up is 45%, while the probability of officers and above can reach 65%.

Then Kurosaki Ryuji looked at Tsukimoto Mitsumasa and Ueda Sashio not far away.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto also possesses the skill "Hosen no Shi" (The Will of the Phoenix).

Ueda Sashio also has this.

Now there are 240 more people.

If you recruit them, you can increase the probability of triggering the Resurrection Armor to 75% and 95%.

On a platform not far away, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto and Sashio Ueda were looking on with sighs.

At that moment, for some reason, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find the source.

.......

A week later.

On the spacious playground of Fengxian High School.

The afternoon sun shone warmly.

The air was filled with the aroma of charred grease from charcoal grilling, the rich scent of cumin and chili powder, and the refreshing scent of ice-cold beer.

Several makeshift barbecue grills were set up in the center of the playground, and the charcoal fires were burning brightly.

Sweating profusely, Toshiyuki Saejima clumsily flipped the sizzling meat skewers on the grill, occasionally wincing as he was burned by splattered oil.

Beside him, Kamata Jun had several plasters comically stuck to his face. Holding a skewer of freshly grilled meat in one hand, he mumbled instructions: "Shibayama! That skewer on the left is almost burnt! Flip it! Flip it now! And, more chili powder and cumin!"

"Okay, okay! Don't rush me!"

Saejima Toshiyuki panicked and grabbed the spice jar, sprinkling it all over the place. He ended up choking and coughing repeatedly, his eyes welling up with tears.

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the crowd.

On the other side, Kota Fuyuno, covered in plasters, was leading the upperclassmen, laboriously carrying back several cases of chilled beer from the convenience store outside the school gate.

Sweat streamed down their temples, but each of them wore a relaxed smile.

"Hey! Over here! Put it here!"

Someone was calling out to them.

"Put it down gently! Don't drop the box!"

"Hessukiki Fukagawa called out, carefully placing the box next to the spread-out plastic sheet.

Ryuji Kurosaki changed into a clean uniform, with some faint bruises still remaining on his face and arms.

He didn't participate in the actual work; he simply leaned back in a folding chair, an open can of beer in his hand, a faint smile on his lips, watching the noisy and vibrant scene on the playground.

The traces left by the fierce rooftop battle a week ago seem to be slowly fading away amidst the smoke and fire.

Chapter 124 The Transition Between the Old and the New Era

"Boss Kurosaki! It's freshly baked, eat it while it's hot!"

Jun Kamata handed over several skewers of grilled meat, which were golden brown, shiny, and sizzling.

Ryuji Kurosaki raised his hand and caught it steadily.

The bamboo skewers were slightly hot to the touch, and the rich aroma of meat wafted straight into my nose.

Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and took a big bite. The scalding hot meat juices burst in his mouth, mixed with the aroma of cumin and chili powder: "Hmm, not bad."

He mumbled a compliment and chewed contentedly.

"Hehe, of course! The cooking time is crucial, and I'll be keeping a close eye on it!"

Kamata Jun proudly raised his chin, but the movement was too big, aggravating the wound on his forehead. He immediately hissed in pain and gasped for breath, his grimacing appearance drawing good-natured laughter from those around him.

The playground was bustling with activity.

The simple barbecue grill is burning brightly, and the rack is piled high with all kinds of meat skewers and vegetables. The dripping oil makes an enticing sizzling sound, and the aroma of cumin and chili powder fills the air.

Cases of chilled beer were piled on plastic sheets, with the constant "pop" of cans being opened and the soft sound of foam bubbling out.

Yuji Ooguchi, a lower-grade student, was fighting with Hayato Shibayama for the last skewer of chicken wings, with several plasters comically stuck to Shibayama's body.

Narumi Taiga, Toshiro Matoba, and Rikiya Kumakiri squatted by the stove, turning over roasted corn, coughing from the smoke.

On the upperclassmen's side, Fukagawa Hisashi, Fuyuno Kota, Tsuchiya Otoko, Gono Shoji, and several executives, some sitting and some standing, were holding beer or meat skewers, talking and laughing loudly, and passing each other condiment containers.

Just a week ago, these were rivals who were fighting to the death on this playground and even on the rooftop.

At this moment, they mingled together without any reservations, their clothes covered in sweat, oil stains, and beer foam.

This is a balsam.

When fists collide, they are enemies; they go all out.

Once you put down your fists, you're brothers; treat each other with sincerity.

The grudges remained on the battlefield the moment the outcome was decided.

For them, fierce fighting is more like a special form of communication, as natural as breathing.

In a corrupt world, fists are a language; after a fight, the bond becomes even stronger.

Amidst the bustling, rising smoke, a tall figure parted the crowd and slowly walked to the center of the playground.

It is Wujiujiang City.

Instead of wearing his signature phoenix uniform, he wore a loose gray hooded sweatshirt, which made him look even thinner.

His face, neck, and exposed arms were covered with large patches of glaring white plaster.

When walking, the left leg was noticeably sluggish and stiff, indicating that the injury was far from healed.

But his spine remained straight, like a javelin that never bent.

His gaze swept over the noisy crowd, carrying a calm that comes after a storm, and a hint of weariness that was barely perceptible.

The noise subsided quickly, like the receding tide.

Only the sizzling sound of grilled meat, the popping sound of beer cans being opened, and the occasional soft rustling of the wind blowing across the playground became exceptionally clear.

All eyes were focused on the former branch office manager, and a silent solemnity filled the air.

Wu Jiujiang walked to the center of the crowd, cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from injury, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Everyone."

He spoke, his gaze slowly sweeping over familiar or respectful faces, finally pausing for a moment on Ryuji Kurosaki's calm face.

"Today's excitement is for our new Housen Bancho, Kurosaki Ryuji."

He nodded slightly in the direction of Ryuji Kurosaki, and then continued, "He fought his way through our Northwest Branch with his own fists and got the position of Housen Bancho. That's his skill, his ability to fight head-on. I, Takehisa Ekijo, am impressed!"

The crowd listened quietly, with only the sound of the wind lingering on the playground.

Wu Jiujiang paused, took a deep breath, as if to draw on enough strength.

The breath aggravated the wound in his chest, causing his brows to furrow almost imperceptibly, but his gaze became even more resolute.

"Seeing you all like this now is great. Housen has a new leader, a new atmosphere, and new strength..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly lowering and becoming solemn with a sense of declaration: "However... I, Wu Jiujiangcheng, have something to tell everyone here today!"

He surveyed every pair of eyes, each word striking the ground clearly:

"I've decided to take a break from school and leave Fengxian."

"Boom~~~"

These words were like pouring cold water into boiling oil, instantly causing an uproar.

A wave of astonishment, confusion, and pleading arose suddenly.

"Brother Jiangcheng?! What did you say?!"

"Take a leave of absence from school? Why? Is the injury too serious?"

"Is it...is it because you can't get over losing to Kurosaki?

Kota Fuyino dropped the meat skewer in his hand with a "thud" to his feet, splattering a few drops of oil.

Narumi Taiga stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Even Kurosaki Ryuji, who had been silently drinking, put down his beer can, his brows furrowed, and his sharp gaze fell on Takehisa Ekiyo.

Only Mito Makio, sitting in the shadows in the corner, remained silent, smoking.

The swirling smoke blurred his expression, only the slight tightening of his fingers holding the cigarette betrayed a hint of his emotions.

He already knew it.

It was precisely so that Wu Jiu wouldn't leave with regrets that he fought with all his might.

Wu Jiujiang raised his hand and pressed his palm down, an invisible aura barely suppressing the commotion.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, which tugged at the plaster on his lips, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't overthink it."

His voice rose slightly, and he patted his chest, which was covered in thick plasters, making a dull thud, with an undeniable certainty: "It has nothing to do with losing to Kurosaki! I just said, I lost fair and square. I, Takehisa Kojo, am not someone who can't accept defeat!"

He paused, his voice lowering but carrying a sense of honesty: "It's a family matter."

"Fengxian is important, but the family that gave me birth and raised me is just as important. It's time to shoulder the responsibility..."

Wu Jiujiangcheng's gaze swept over everyone again, and he briefly explained his family's situation.

His gaze lingered for a long time on the faces of his longtime brothers, such as Toshiki Fukagawa, Otoko Tsuchiya, and Shoji Gono, with a hint of reluctance.

"Kurosaki is very strong, much stronger than I am now. If we entrust Housen to him, she will definitely go much further. With him around, I... feel at ease!"

Wu Jiujiangcheng spoke the last two words with absolute certainty.

He paused again, forcing a smile in an attempt to ease the heaviness of parting:

"It's not a matter of life and death, just a temporary departure. Fengxian will always be the root of my Wujiujiang City, and you guys will always be my brothers. It's just that... mentioning the name of Wujiujiang City outside might not be very effective in the future, haha!"

Wu Jiujiang made a rare joke, but his laughter sounded somewhat dry.

"Brother Wu Jiu..."

Kota Fuyuno's voice was heavily nasal, and his eyes were a little red.

"okay!"

Wu Jiujiang suddenly waved his hand, interrupting the sadness that was about to spread, and his tone became rough and bold again.

"You're all grown men! Stop with the fuss! Today's star is Kurosaki Ryuji, it's a big day to celebrate him becoming the gang leader, so get the crap out of it! Meat! The meat's all burnt! Look! There's beer too much! Drink up!"

His gaze fell on Ryuji Kurosaki one last time.