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Onizuka Eikichi and Danma Ryuji's bodies visibly stiffened for a moment.

Onizuka Eikichi put down his water glass, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became complicated and dim.

"Yes! Brother Masaki has left."

Onizuka Eikichi nodded.

"After Brother Masaki left, the older generation of executives of the Rampage Angels also retired one after another, as if by prior agreement, and no longer concerned themselves with the affairs of the group."

Danma Ryuji then spoke, his voice heavy with suppressed emotion.

Onizuka Eikichi clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white again from the force: "The Berserk Angels... have now completely split into three factions fighting each other!"

He counted on his fingers, his tone filled with anger and helplessness:

"One is Junya Akutsu, who led his headquarters to occupy the Shinjuku area and considers himself the rightful successor."

"The other one is Kamishima Toshio of the Inamura branch, who leads the Killing Legion. You've fought against him, so you should know him."

"And then there's Nakajo Kunio from the Enoshima branch, who also raised his own team. None of the three sides are willing to submit to the others, and they are constantly clashing over the title and territory of the 'Rampaging Angels Group,' with the conflict growing larger and larger. It's a complete mess!"

Danma Ryuji sighed and added, "Eikichi and I... although we became the new 'Rampaging Angels Special Forces Captains' after Meidouji-senpai retired, but... watching our former comrades-in-arms turn on each other, watching the Rampage Angels left behind by Masaki-nii..."

He shook his head, his tone resolute: "We're tired of this, and we don't want to get involved in this pointless fighting, so we've chosen to withdraw. The current Rampage Angels group has nothing to do with us anymore."

Ryuji Kurosaki listened quietly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

He got it.

Now I understand why Shindouji Ikuya dared to attack Onizuka Eikichi so recklessly.

At the same time, he finally understood the meaning of what Masaki Kyosuke had said to him back then.

Perhaps, at that time, Kyosuke Maki had already sensed something and made a decision.

If I had agreed to join the Berserk Angels or accepted Kyosuke Masaki's request, perhaps the Berserk Angels wouldn't have fallen apart, and I might even have become the next leader of the Berserk Angels.

Ryuji Kurosaki took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

But in this world, there are no "what ifs".

He flicked off the ash from his cigarette, his eyes regaining their firmness and coldness.

Past assumptions are meaningless.

I have my own path to follow, and I will never be tied to a walking group.

The disintegration of the Rampage Angels was its own destiny.

Perhaps I can learn some lessons from this and avoid something similar to what happened to the Rampage Angels in the future.

"Ah."

Ryuji Kurosaki simply responded with a faint "I understand."

He didn't comment on the current situation of the Rampage Angels, but changed the subject and chatted with the two about their recent situations, asking about Onizuka's recovery from his injuries.

Time flies.

Before parting, Ryuji Kurosaki stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the coffee shop lights.

"You two better watch out from now on... Remember to call me if anything happens!"

Ryuji Kurosaki patted Eikichi Onizuka on the shoulder and instructed him, "Don't let anyone stab you in the back again."

Onizuka Eikichi grinned, his teeth clenching in pain from the aggravation of his wound, but a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes: "Don't worry, boss."

Danma Ryuji nodded vigorously.

Ryuji Kurosaki said no more and turned to push open the door of the coffee shop.

His rugged black heavy motorcycle was parked outside the door.

He straddled it, and the engine roared with a deep, powerful sound, like a sleeping beast awakening.

Amidst the roar of engines, the figure quickly merged into the city's traffic and disappeared.

The roar of the engine was gradually replaced by the sound of the waves.

As Ryuji Kurosaki rode his motorcycle back to the familiar beach, the afterglow of the setting sun was turning the sea a golden-red hue.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasting charcoal and the boisterous laughter of young people.

The beach was bustling with activity.

Toshiyuki Saejima was skillfully flipping the meat skewers on the grill, the grease dripping onto the charcoal fire, making an enticing sizzling sound.

Narumi Taiga sat on a folding chair, pushed up his glasses, and seemed to be arguing with Kamata Jun next to him.

Kumagiri Rikiya walked over carrying a large bucket of chilled drinks, beads of sweat still on his forehead.

Yuji Ooguchi, Hayato Shibayama, and Toshiro Matoba gathered around another grill, laughing and talking loudly as they snatched the (good) freshly grilled food from each other.

"Hey! The boss's back!"

The sharp-eyed Yuji Ooguchi was the first to spot Ryuji Kurosaki returning, and immediately waved and shouted.

"Oh! Brother Kurosaki!"

"Boss!"

"Over here! The meat's almost ready!"

The people on the beach stopped what they were doing and greeted Kurosaki Ryuji warmly.

Narumi Taiya also looked up, a smile playing on his lips, and waved the barbecue tongs in his hand at him.

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at them and a smile appeared on his lips.

"coming!"

They immediately quickened their pace.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty dampness and the aroma of roasted meat, swept by, dispelling the last trace of the bloody smell brought from the Far East from my body.

.........Skin.

Time flows by quietly, like the tides on the beach.

Half a month passed by in training, rest, and the hustle and bustle of daily life.

In the early morning, the thin mist had not yet completely dissipated.

The door to an ordinary apartment building was pushed open.

Ryuji Kurosaki walked out, the morning light outlining his tall and upright figure.

At this moment, he no longer wore the uniform that represented Housen High School.

Instead, a black uniform was worn.

He stood at the apartment door, tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath of the cool morning air, and softly exhaled, "As planned, Lily of the Valley, I'm here!"

Chapter 175 The Road to Conquering the Southwest Branch of Suzuran

Everything is proceeding as planned.

The Northwest and Northeast branches of Fengxian have been fully incorporated into its territory.

The next battlefield is that chaotic land filled with unruly "crows": Lily of the Valley.

Ryuji Kurosaki was very clear about Suzuran's true nature.

Those crows, whose very nature seems to be rebellious, cannot be subdued by external forces alone.

Even if you knock them down a hundred times and thwart them a thousand times, they will not truly submit; instead, they will only become stronger.

The only way to conquer those lily-of-the-valley guys is to become one of them and climb to the top from the inside.

Ryuji Kurosaki started walking, glancing at his attribute panel as he headed towards the Suzuran Southwest Branch School.

Ryuji Kurosaki

[Stamina]: 112

[Punching Power]: 123

[Leg Strength]: 116+4

[Endurance]: 106+4

[Skill Power]: 123

[Resilience]: 107+2

[Dodge Ability]: 108+2

[Explosive Power]: 113

[Anti-hit strength]: 110

[Deterrence Power]: 112

Overall combat strength: 1129+12 (SS- rank)

【Skills】: King's Stance (Passive, No Level) ... Charged Fist (Active, S-Rank 47%), Swift Punch (Active, S-Rank 33%), Powerful Kick (Active, A-Rank 89%).

After completing the missions "The Guys of Far East High School" and "Eikichi Onizuka's Request", in addition to the increase in skill proficiency, I also gained a total of 4 points of leg strength, 4 points of stamina, 2 points of recovery power and 2 points of dodge power.

The overall combat strength reached 1142 points.

Looking at his current attribute panel, Kurosaki Ryuji couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for his trip to Suzuran.

When I conquer Suzuran, what level of strength will I reach?

........

Southwest Branch of Lily of the Valley.

The so-called "school gate" is nothing more than a symbolic existence; the iron railings are twisted and deformed, and the paint has peeled off so much that the original color is no longer visible.

Looking from the outside in, a desolate scene comes into view; on the uneven playground, wild grass stubbornly sprouts from the cracks in the cement.

Even more jarring were the broken tables and chairs scattered everywhere—chairs with broken legs, desks with holes smashed in the tabletops—discarded carelessly like post-war ruins, covered with traces of wind and rain and unknown stains.

Looking at that drab, gray teaching building, the sight was even more shocking.

The original beige exterior walls have long been covered with layers upon layers of garish graffiti, including giant skulls, twisted flames, unintelligible symbols, provocative slogans, and symbols of various factions... like a never-ending war of visual pollution.

Almost none of the windows were intact; broken glass was the norm, some windows were reduced to dark frames, and others were hastily plugged with planks or cardboard.

Just as Ryuji Kurosaki's shoe tip was about to touch the barren land inside the door.

"Clang!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the upper floors of the teaching building.

Immediately following was the ear-piercing symphony of glass shattering completely.

A dilapidated wooden desk with a broken leg was roughly thrown out of an empty window on the third floor, like a battering ram thrown by a catapult, accompanied by a burst of maniacal laughter and rude curses coming from upstairs.

The desk tumbled and spun in the air before crashing heavily onto the already messy lawn below, sending up a cloud of dust and grass, adding another pile of trash.

Chaos, disorder, violence... this is the daily scene at Suzuran Southwest Branch School.

Ryuji Kurosaki remained expressionless, his sharp eyes sweeping over the mess as if it were an insignificant landscape.

As if they were already used to the chaos before them, they stepped into the territory of the "crows" without the slightest hesitation.

He had just stepped a few steps into the gate, near the entrance to the main building.

Several delinquents dressed in identical black lily-of-the-valley uniforms were lounging lazily.

The smoke from their cigarettes swirled and curled above their heads.

Their topics were crude and monotonous: which fight last night wasn't won satisfyingly enough, which girl seemed interesting, or which annoying guy needed to be taught a lesson.

However, when Ryuji Kurosaki's figure, like a sudden and huge black exclamation mark, clearly entered their field of vision...

Time seemed to have been paused.

All the casual conversation abruptly stopped.

One of them had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which fell onto his pants with a "thud," leaving a scorch mark from a faint spark, but he was completely unaware of it.

As if under Medusa's gaze, the group's eyes bulged, their mouths unconsciously half-open, frozen in a comical pose.