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"Avenge Xincheng and the others!"

Faced with this deafening roar that could tear everything apart and hundreds of menacing gazes.

Instead of backing down, Mitsumasa Tsukimoto took a step forward.

This step was like stepping on everyone's heart, silencing the clamor.

"revenge?"

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's voice remained cold, but now carried an undisguised hint of sarcasm: "Yujiro Ishihara, you've got the wrong person. The people who attacked you yesterday weren't from my Housen Tohoku branch!"

"Bullshit!"

Yujiro Ishihara flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead: "Who else could it be but you!"

The warehouse erupted once again with roars and curses that had shaken the area for 13 days, with all sorts of foul language pouring in like a tidal wave.

Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's figure appeared so frail before the angry crowd, yet he stood as steadfast as a rock.

At this tense moment, when swords were about to be drawn and war was imminent.

"He...he wasn't lying..."

A somewhat weak yet incredibly powerful voice struggled to emerge from behind the crowd on the side of the warehouse.

The commotion suddenly stopped, as if it had been choked.

Everyone turned in astonishment toward the source of the sound.

The crowd parted like a tide, revealing figures at the far end.

It's Yoji Hisaga!

His body was wrapped in gauze, and his face was covered with plasters, making him look like he was seriously injured.

"Yujiro...the people who attacked our Kawada branch were indeed from Housen, but not from the Tohoku branch, but from the Northwest branch!"

Yoji Hisaga slowly began to speak: "And this matter is related to Amano!"

soon.

Yoji Hisa then briefly recounted what had happened.

His words were like a bomb thrown into a boiling oil pan.

The entire warehouse erupted in chaos.

Shock, disbelief, bewilderment, anger... a mix of emotions swirled wildly on the faces of the Kawada delinquents!

The rage on Ishihara Yujiro's face froze instantly, as if he had put on a stiff mask.

He stared intently at the somewhat disheveled but resolute Yoji Hisa below.

Then he suddenly turned to the center of the warehouse, where Tsukimoto Mitsumasa stood alone, his eyes as cold as frost.

A chillingly cold smile slowly curved the corners of Mitsumasa Tsukimoto's lips.

He looked at Ishihara Yujiro's drastically changed expression without saying a word, but his eyes seemed to say: Now, you understand.

Inside the warehouse, a deathly silence descended once more.

"That bastard Amano..."

Ishihara Yujiro's forehead veins bulged, and his two fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Amano! It's that bastard!"

"Damn it! It was him who caused this trouble!"

"Kill him! Avenge our brothers!"

The anger and humiliation that had been building up inside the warehouse finally found an outlet.

Hundreds of eyes instantly turned bloodshot, like a pack of wolves smelling blood, and swept across Amano, who was trying to escape when he realized the situation was bad.

Amano felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, as if the blood in his body had frozen instantly.

Looking at the undisguised hostility in the eyes of his former companions around him.

he knows.

You're done!

If we stay here, we're definitely going to die.

run!

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Amano let out a terrified scream and turned around abruptly.

Using all his strength, he shoved aside the two Kawada delinquents behind him who hadn't fully reacted yet, and like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, he desperately rushed toward the small door on the other side of the warehouse used for emergency evacuation!

"Damn it, so it was this troublemaker!"

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!"

"Break his legs!"

An angry roar and heavy footsteps exploded behind me like a tsunami.

Amano didn't even dare to turn around. He could feel the scorching, hostile aura behind him closing in furiously!

He slammed open the creaking little iron door and plunged into the intricate, maze-like back alleys behind the warehouse.

This is the heart of Kawada's territory, and one of the places he knows best.

"Damn it! Over here!"

"Block that exit!"

The shouts of the pursuers echoed in the narrow alley, their footsteps chaotic and heavy.

Amano burst forth with unprecedented speed, navigating swiftly through the back alleys filled with clutter and overflowing with sewage, thanks to his absolute familiarity with the area.

He was like a slippery eel, using every corner, every pile of old furniture, and every low wall to create obstacles.

"Wow!"

He abruptly overturned a plastic basket leaning against the wall, piled high with empty beer bottles. The shattered glass and splattered beer instantly halted the advance of the few pursuers closest to him.

"Hold!"

"Watch out for glass!"

Then came angry shouts and chaos.

"boom!"

Amano kicked over two more stinking garbage cans, causing the rotting garbage inside to spill out and further slowing down the pursuers.

Every obstacle to success ignited a faint glimmer of hope in Amano's heart.

He felt a burning pain in his lungs, his heart was pounding as if it were about to explode, and sweat blurred his vision, but he dared not stop.

He desperately rushed toward a hidden path leading to the abandoned factory area that he remembered. Once he entered that more complex and desolate factory area, he would have a chance to shake off his pursuers completely.

close!

Closer!

He could already see the entrance to the narrow passage leading to the factory area, which was half-hidden by barbed wire.

Hope is just around the corner!

However, just as he was about to rush to the last alleyway before the entrance.

A tall figure silently blocked the only way out of the alley.

Yujiro Ishihara!

He stood there quietly, his black vest covering his bulging muscles, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes as cold as ice, without the slightest ripple.

Amano quickly stopped, the immense inertia nearly causing him to fall.

Looking at the towering figure at the alley entrance, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, and his newly ignited hope was instantly and completely shattered.

A deep-seated despair and fear instantly spread through his heart, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yong...Boss Yujiro..."

Amano's voice trembled violently, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "You...you must let me explain...it's all a misunderstanding...it was that bastard Kuga Yoji...he was talking nonsense..."

"Misunderstanding? If it's a misunderstanding, why are you running away?"

Yujiro Ishihara's voice was terrifyingly low, each word sounding like an ice bead hitting the ground.

He slowly lowered his arms, which were clasped to his chest, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

He took a step forward, a step that seemed to shatter all of Amano's hopes.

"Last time at the bar, you and your brothers caused trouble for Kawada, and we even got into a few fights with the Northeast Branch of Fengxian because of it."

Yujiro Ishihara's voice suddenly rose, like a muffled thunderclap, filled with uncontrollable rage and utter disappointment.

"And what happened?! You actually went even further! You even dared to instigate Hisayoji to provoke the people from the Northwest Branch of Housen, causing more than eighty brothers to be lying in the hospital!"

"And let me look like an idiot, leading my men to fight at the Fengxian Northeast Branch School again!"

Ishihara Yujiro's roar was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Amano's heart.

270 Amano could see the undisguised hostility in Ishihara's eyes!

He knew that any explanation would be futile.

"I was wrong! Boss Yujiro! I was really wrong!!"

Amano suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and desperately kowtowed, his forehead hitting the cold, dirty cement floor with a dull thud.

"Please! Give me one more chance! This is the last time! I swear! I'll never do it again! Please forgive me this time! Please forgive me!!"

Amano cried out and begged desperately, his posture so humble that he was practically in the dust.

However, Ishihara Yujiro's gaze remained unwavering, only growing colder and more disgusted.

"Chance?"

Yujiro Ishihara's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth: "I gave it to you, but you didn't know how to cherish it!"

The moment he finished speaking, Yujiro Ishihara moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning, without the slightest warning.

His right fist, like a cannonball, whistled through the air and simmered with a raging fury that had been building up all night, and slammed into Amano's face, which was contorted with fear.

boom! ! !

A dull and heart-pounding noise!

Amano didn't even have time to react! He only felt an unimaginable force, like a locomotive, slamming into his left cheek.

The world before my eyes was instantly swallowed up by crimson and darkness.

A few blood-stained teeth, mixed with saliva, snot, and tears, sprayed out like a shower of flowers.

His body, like a broken kite with a snapped string, flew backward off the ground and crashed hard into the pile of debris behind him, making a series of loud clattering sounds.

Then he collapsed limply into a pile of garbage and sewage, completely losing consciousness.

Yujiro Ishihara slowly withdrew his fist, not even glancing at Amano, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The Kawada delinquents who had been catching up arrived at this moment and stopped in their tracks.

Ishihara Yujiro looked at them, his icy voice ringing out again: "From today onwards, there is no such person as Amano in Kawata!"

Chapter 139: Mitsumasa Tsukimoto Arrives

Meanwhile, the Fengxian Northwest Branch School.

Several members of the Fengxian group, all sporting their signature shaved heads, were chatting casually, leaning against doorposts or sitting on the steps.

Just then, a figure walked steadily toward the heavy gate of the Fengxian Northwest Branch School.

His appearance immediately caught the attention of the bald-headed Fengxian at the door.

The bald men immediately stood up straight, their relaxed expressions vanishing, replaced by vigilance and a barely perceptible tension.