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"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

With a deep, rumbling growl, Julie strode forward and charged towards Sawamura Masatsugu.

Sawamura Masatsugu and Shida Kenzo leaned against a huge concrete pillar, their brows furrowed. They knew they were trapped in a real "two-five-three" predicament.

"Kenzo! Let's give it our all!"

A resolute ruthlessness flashed in Sawamura Masaji's eyes. He roared and, knowing he was no match for him, unleashed all his strength to meet Julie head-on!

"Fight them!"

Kenzo Shida's eyes also turned red as he lunged at the Kawada delinquents who were surging from the side.

The battle erupted instantly and was incredibly brutal.

Sawamura Masatsugu is agile and tries to outmaneuver Julie.

But Julie's strength and defense are both quite formidable.

Furthermore, Sawamura Masaji had just finished training and hadn't recovered his strength yet. Even with his best efforts, he couldn't knock the opponent back from his thick chest with his heavy punches.

Julie grinned maliciously and threw a straight punch without any fancy moves.

Sawamura barely managed to dodge by turning his head to the side, but the force of the punch stung his cheek and made his ears ring.

Kenzo Shida was outnumbered and outgunned. He fought hard, using both fists and feet, and took down three or four of the Kawada delinquents who were charging at the front. His movements were fierce and swift.

But enemies were everywhere.

His movements were quickly interrupted by a hail of punches and kicks and the swinging of short sticks.

A blow to the shoulder blade landed hard.

He grunted, his movements faltered, and then several heavy punches landed on his abdomen and ribs.

"Ugh!"

Kenzo Shida spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

Johnson, like a cunning viper, was always looking for an opportunity on the periphery.

He seized the opportunity when Sawamura Masatsugu was forced to retreat and lose his balance after being hit hard by a powerful hook punch from Julie.

He suddenly cut in from the side and rear, delivering a fast and ruthless sweeping leg kick.

"Pfft!"

Sawamura Masaji was caught off guard and fell heavily onto the cold, hard cement floor!

"Die!"

Julie's shadow instantly enveloped the fallen Sawamura, and his hammer-like fist slammed into his face with a whooshing sound.

On the other side, Kenzo Shida was also held down by four or five Kawada delinquents, unable to move.

A burly man grinned maliciously as he pulled a rusty but unusually heavy steel bar from a nearby pile of scrap.

It slammed heavily onto Kenzo Shida's back.

"Pfft~~~"

A large mouthful of blood spurted from Kenzo Shida's mouth, forming a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Then, attacks from other Kawata delinquents followed.

On the other side, Sawamura Masaji was caught off guard by Julie's heavy punch and didn't have time to raise his arm to block.

boom! ! !

Sawamura Masatsugu, whose head was struck again, could no longer hold on and his consciousness went dark.

Johnson looked at Sawamura Masatsugu and Shida Kenzo, who were completely unable to resist on the ground, and smiled coldly.

"Let's go find the next one!"

Johnson and Julie then led the Kawata delinquents on a continued search for other targets.

Chaos spreads under the cover of night in Toya City.

In a back alley, several lower-grade students from the Fengxian Northeast Branch School were ambushed and dragged into the darkness, screaming in agony.

Under a certain overpass, a lone bald man named Fengxian was surrounded and beaten by a group of thugs from Kawada who outnumbered him several times over, and soon collapsed in a pool of blood.

Outside the arcade, next to the convenience store... the scattered members of the Fengxian Northeast gang were attacked to varying degrees, with screams and sounds of fighting echoing everywhere.

..........

The next morning.

Fengxian Northeast Branch School

Inside the judo arena at this moment.

The air was as heavy as solidified lead.

Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting cold, dappled patterns on the smooth tatami mats, but it couldn't dispel the gloom and anger that permeated the room.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto sat cross-legged in the main seat, his back ramrod straight, like a sharp blade that was still sheathed but exuded a chilling aura.

He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, the smoke rising and blurring his sharp, gloomy eyes.

He remained silent, only slowly scanning the cadres sitting on the ground below with his cold gaze.

"Brother Guangzheng..."

A third-year officer spoke first, his voice low and suppressed: "My D group was ambushed near the shopping street yesterday evening. We took down a few Kawada guys, but... quite a few brothers were also killed and sent to the hospital."

“There were five of us in Group E. On our way home, we were ambushed and all of us were injured.”

Another Fengxian cadre chimed in.

"Six people in our group were also taken down."

"Our group is better, there are four people."

One by one, the cadres from Fengxian spoke.

Although not many people in each group were injured in the attack.

But when you add them up in groups of a few people, the numbers become quite alarming.

“I also ran into those Kawada guys yesterday. If I hadn’t run fast, I probably would have been killed by them. Two other members of our group were also killed.”

Hideaki Incheon also sighed.

One after another, the cold, hard figures of loss were reported, like heavy hammer blows striking the heavy air.

Behind every number lies a fallen brother, a blood debt that must be repaid.

Just then, the heavy sliding door of the judo hall was suddenly pulled open.

Ueda Sashio appeared at the doorway, his face still bearing a chilling aura, but his eyes were unusually heavy.

He strode up to Mitsumasa Tsukimoto, bowed slightly, and said in a suppressed, hoarse voice, "Mitsumasa-nii... Kenzo Shida and Masaji Sawamura... we've found them. They're in the hospital..."

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto slowly closed his eyes, extinguishing the cigarette between his fingers with his bare hand.

He then slowly stood up.

There is not a superfluous word.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto straightened his collar, which was slightly wrinkled from sitting cross-legged, and glanced at all the cadres below him. His gaze was like a cold command: Stand by!

Then he walked alone, with steady yet powerful steps.

They left the judo hall.

I walked out of the gate of Fengxian Northeast Branch School.

Heading towards the first section of Hetian No. 2 High School.

.............

In an abandoned warehouse near the first ward of Kawada No. 2 High School, the daily headquarters of the ward is located.

The warehouse was bustling with noise, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of cigarettes, sweat, and blood.

The delinquents from Kawada gathered in small groups, excitedly discussing yesterday's victory, their faces radiating the satisfaction and arrogance of revenge.

The heavy iron gate of the warehouse was tightly closed, and several arrogant-looking Kawada delinquents stood guard at the entrance.

at this time.

A solitary figure appeared in the open space outside the warehouse, walking step by step towards the gate.

"Hey! Stop right there! Who goes there?!"

Kawada, a delinquent at the door, shouted sternly, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto didn't pause for a moment, not even lifting his eyelids.

He walked straight to the tightly closed iron gate, and under the suspicious gazes of several Kawada thugs, he suddenly raised his foot!

boom! ! !

A deafening bang!

He seemingly casually kicked open the heavy iron door, forcefully opening it.

The loud noise instantly drowned out the commotion inside the warehouse.

A multitude of fierce, astonished, and murderous gazes shone like spotlights.

In a flash.

All eyes were on the lone figure that barged in through the doorway!

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto ignored the terrifying gaze that could crush an ordinary person.

He strode into the warehouse, his steps steady, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

His sharp, piercing gaze pierced through the crowd, precisely locking onto the high platform deep within the warehouse.

On the high platform, Ishihara Yujiro, with his back to the door, was talking to several core executives.

The loud thud of the door being kicked made him pause.

He slowly turned around, and beneath his spiky buzz cut, his cold eyes, like those of a wounded beast, looked down at the intruder with a hint of displeasure at being disturbed and a scrutinizing gaze.

When he saw who it was, Ishihara Yujiro's pupils contracted slightly.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto!

He actually dared to come alone?!

The warehouse was deathly silent, with only heavy breathing echoing through the room.

Invisible hostility collided in the air.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto stopped a dozen steps away from the platform.

He raised his head, his gaze meeting Ishihara Yujiro's cold and violent stare without flinching.

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the huge warehouse, like a cold piece of iron hitting a concrete floor.

"Ishihara Yujiro!"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's voice was flat, but everyone could hear the extreme dissatisfaction in his tone: "Give me an explanation, why did you attack my Housen?"

Chapter 138 Ishihara Yujiro's Decision

Yujiro Ishihara's facial muscles twitched slightly, then were replaced by an even more violent sneer.

He had his hands in his pockets, leaning slightly forward like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, and his voice was equally cold.

"why?"

He sneered, his voice suddenly rising and echoing like thunder in the warehouse: "Mitsumasa Tsukimoto! Are you fucking playing dumb with me?! Yesterday! Just yesterday! You bald guys from Housen barged into our territory like a pack of mad dogs and took down more than eighty of my brothers!"

"You're still asking me why?! Let me tell you! This is revenge! Blood for blood! It's only right and proper!!"

Yujiro Ishihara's roar ignited the fury of all the Kawada delinquents in the warehouse. The crowd was in a frenzy, and their shouts and curses surged toward the lone Mitsumasa Tsukimoto like a tsunami!

"eye for eye!"

"Kill this guy!"