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"Hahaha!"

Sakumoto Kazuo was amused by her reaction, but his smile was cruelly mocking: "Pretty fierce, huh? I like taming wild horses. You think you're still that tough little delinquent? Now you're just meat on the chopping block!"

He leaned closer to Kyoko Hayakawa and whispered, "When your best friend Akemi Kawasaki arrives later, I'll make her watch you... become a bitch who can't live without this thing!"

"Woo!!!"

Kyoko Hayakawa struggled even more violently, the rope digging deep into her wrists, leaving red marks.

There was no fear in her eyes, only raging anger and an unyielding stubbornness, as if she were cursing Kazuo Sakumoto.

She even tried to headbutt Kazuo Sakumoto!

Sakumoto Kazuo easily dodged, his eyes turning completely cold as he sneered, "Fine! Very well! Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

He tore open the seal, took out a small piece of "red Ram," and waved it in front of Hayakawa Kyoko, a perverted excitement on his face: "Soon... you'll know what true despair is, and you'll be begging me for more!"

He reached out and ripped the tape off Hayakawa Kyoko's mouth, preparing to stuff the red Ram into her mouth.

Kyoko Hayakawa's pupils contracted sharply, her body tensed, and for the first time, a hint of instinctive resistance flashed in her eyes, but more so, anger and defiance remained.

She stared intently at Kazuo Sakumoto, as if trying to etch his image into her very bones!

boom! ! !

At this critical moment!

The two heavy, rusty doors of the repair shop made a deafening roar, as if they had been hit head-on by a battering ram.

The entire door, along with its twisted hinges, was kicked inward by an unimaginable, terrifying force, causing it to burst and fly off.

The massive metal door crashed into the factory with a whoosh, knocking over a pile of discarded parts and producing a screeching and clattering sound.

Dust and rust instantly filled the air.

Blinding light poured in through the wide-open door, illuminating the swirling dust.

The sudden change of events left Kazuo Sakumoto and his men frozen in place.

The red Ram in Sakumoto Kazuo's hand also fell to the ground.

Everyone looked toward the gate in astonishment and with a hint of fear.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, several figures walked slowly into the dimly lit, abandoned factory, backlit by the light.

The leader, with a tall and straight figure like a javelin, had a sharply defined face beneath his silver, tousled hair; it was none other than Kurosaki Ryuji.

The invisible pressure emanating from him instantly caused the temperature in the entire auto repair shop to drop sharply.

Half a step behind him stood Tamao Serizawa, exuding a wild aura like a sleeping lion. He had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

Chen Chuan Shisheng's gaze was calm and sharp as he scanned the entire room.

Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru stared coldly at Sakumoto Kazuo and the others.

Finally, there was Kawasaki Akemi, her face filled with anxiety and her eyes brimming with tears.

As soon as she entered the room, her gaze was fixed on Hayakawa Kyoko, who was tied to a chair and looked disheveled. Seeing that her friend was still alive, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, when she saw the bruises on Sakumoto Kazuo's hands and Hayakawa Kyoko's face, her anger instantly overwhelmed her fear!

"Kyoko-nee!!!"

Kawasaki Akemi screamed and was about to rush over without thinking, but was stopped by a look from Nakai.

"Wha...who are you?!"

Sakumoto Kazuo recovered from his initial shock and roared, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was filled with fear.

He subconsciously hid the "red Ram" in his hand behind his back.

His men also drew their daggers and steel pipes and nervously surrounded him, but their legs trembled at the terrifying aura emanating from Kurosaki Ryuji and his men.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze didn't linger on Kazuo Sakumoto for even a second, as if he were looking at a pile of trash.

His gaze went straight past them and landed on Hayakawa Kyoko, who was tied to a chair and had tears in her eyes, confirming her condition.

Then, that icy gaze, like an ice pick, pierced Sakumoto Kazuo's face.

"The one who will take you down."

Ryuji Kurosaki's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an absolute coldness like a death sentence, echoing clearly in the empty repair shop.

"what?"

Sakumoto Kazuo was stunned for a moment, then was completely enraged by the other party's arrogance. Coupled with the madness born of fear, he sneered, "You ignorant brats, you think you can fight back? Get them! Cripple them!"

Although the few yakuza members behind him were terrified, their leader's orders and the fact that the other person was young gave them a sliver of hope.

They roared fiercely, brandishing their weapons, and pounced like hungry wolves.

However, what awaited them was a real tiger.

Tamao Serizawa has made a move!

"Roar!"

He let out a roar like the king of beasts, and his long-suppressed wild power erupted instantly.

Facing a thug wielding a knife, he didn't dodge or evade; his large, fan-like hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the thug's wrist.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out as the thug's wrist was instantly crushed.

The scream had barely left his lips when Tamao Serizawa's right fist slammed into his face like a cannonball.

The thug's face instantly contorted, blood gushed out, and his body flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing into an abandoned car and falling silent.

Chen Chuan Shisheng is like an elegant cheetah, swift and deadly in his movements.

He sidestepped to avoid the incoming steel pipe, while his right hand shot out like a venomous snake, precisely stabbing the other thug's throat cartilage.

"Uh!"

The thug, like a chicken being choked, instantly suffocated and collapsed to the ground, writhing and thrashing in agony.

Nakai and Kawanishi Noboru are like the most tacitly coordinated killing machines, working together seamlessly.

Nakai parried the dagger, and Kawanishi Noboru's low sweeping leg struck his opponent's knee side and back like a steel whip.

"what!"

Amidst screams, the opponent lost his balance, and Zhongjing seized the opportunity to deliver a vicious elbow strike to the back of the opponent's head, knocking him unconscious.

The battle erupted in the blink of an eye and ended in an instant.

The few men that Sakumoto Kazuo brought were like chickens and dogs in front of Suzuran's top combat power. They didn't even last ten seconds before they all fell to the ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain, completely losing their fighting ability.

The sinister smile on Kazuo Sakumoto's face froze instantly, turning into utter terror.

He watched helplessly as his so-called trusted subordinates were utterly crushed, the bloody and violent scene sending chills down his spine.

He instinctively took a step back, his hand trembling as he reached for his waist, seemingly to draw a knife.

But a cold gaze, like a physical shackle, instantly pinned him to the spot!

Ryuji Kurosaki finally moved.

His movements were not fast; he simply strolled towards Kazuo Sakumoto as if taking a leisurely walk.

But every step he took felt like stepping on Kazuo Sakumoto's heart.

The terrifying sense of oppression, like a 2.3-meter mountain collapsing or a suffocating deep sea, made Kazuo Sakumoto's whole body stiffen, and his blood seemed to freeze.

He felt as if he were facing not a person, but a monster with a scalp.

"No...don't come any closer! Get away from me!"

Sakumoto Kazuo let out a terrified scream and slammed the bag of "Red Ram" in his hand hard at Kurosaki Ryuji's face in an attempt to distract him, while turning to run away.

Ryuji Kurosaki did not pause in his steps.

Just as Kazuo Sakumoto turned around and took his first step, Ryuji Kurosaki suddenly accelerated, closing in on him at a speed far exceeding his own.

Kazuo Sakumoto stared wide-eyed in horror.

He was greeted by a hand that Kurosaki Ryuji raised seemingly casually.

Not a fist, but a claw!

The five fingers, like five cold steel clamps, gripped Sakumoto Kazuo's right elbow joint with perfect precision as he raised it to escape.

"Uh?!"

Sakumoto Kazuo felt an irresistible force coming at him, followed by a cracking sound.

A chilling, sharp crack, like a dry branch being snapped in two, echoed throughout the entire repair shop!

Chapter 208 The Young Master of the Silver Dragon Society

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Kazuo Sakumoto let out a bloodcurdling scream that was so shrill it was inhuman.

His right elbow joint was shattered by Ryuji Kurosaki, and bent into an extremely bizarre angle.

The excruciating pain caused Sakumoto Kazuo to instantly lose all his strength, and his body went limp like a lump of mud.

But Ryuji Kurosaki did not give up.

He gripped the severed arm as if dragging a bag of garbage, and pulled it sharply in front of him.

Sakumoto Kazuo's body was pulled back uncontrollably.

At the same time, Kurosaki Ryuji's left fist, like a long-dormant venomous dragon, with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, struck Sakumoto Kazuo's jaw, which was agape in agony, with unparalleled precision from below!

boom! ! ! !

Like a heavy hammer hitting a sandbag!

Kazuo Sakumoto's chin instantly deformed.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Blood mixed with shattered teeth gushed out like a fountain.

He was knocked off the ground and thrown backward and upward.

Ryuji Kurosaki released his grip on the severed arm.

Kazuo Sakumoto, like a discarded rag doll, crashed heavily onto the hood of an abandoned car a few meters away.

The hood instantly dented into a large crater.

He slid to the ground like a lump of mud, his body convulsing unconsciously, bloody foam and broken teeth gushing from his mouth, his right arm twisted at a horrific angle, and he had completely lost consciousness.

Even if he doesn't die, he'll be completely ruined.

The whole process was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

There wasn't a single superfluous movement, only extreme, chilling efficiency and 13 terrifying acts of violence.

The repair shop was deathly silent.

All that remained was Kazuo Sakumoto's faint, labored breathing, like a broken bellows.

Kawasaki Akemi could no longer hold back and rushed towards Hayakawa Kyoko like an arrow, frantically tearing off the tape from her mouth and untying the ropes.

Meanwhile, Tamao Serizawa walked to the spot where Kazuo Sakumoto had just stood and deftly kicked aside several scattered oil drums and a pile of rags.

Behind them, several black waterproof canvas bags with special markings were visible.

He crouched down and unzipped one of the bags.

Inside were neatly arranged red lambs, sealed in transparent plastic bags.

The sheer number is staggering!

"Boss!"

Tamao Serizawa stood up, his face grave, and said to Ryuji Kurosaki in a deep voice, "Found them! They're all 'Red Rams,' and there are a lot of them!"

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept over the canvas bags, then glanced at Kazuo Sakumoto lying on the ground like a dead dog, his cold eyes showing no emotion.

The clues are closed, and the objective has been achieved.

At this moment, Kawasaki Akemi and Hayakawa Kyoko walked up to Kurosaki Ryuji.