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With no other option, the two had to return to Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima's side.

"A bunch of disloyal bastards!"

"Hmph...a bunch of spineless cowards. Now I understand why Brother Kurosaki didn't take them as his underlings."

"Actually, this is only natural. After all, they are the Rampage Angels, the strongest in Shonan. It's normal to be afraid."

Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima glanced back at Shiba Man and Tsuji, their scolding masking a lack of disappointment in their eyes.

It was as if they had anticipated this.

"Someone's coming out, it looks like the dean of students and his group!"

At that moment, Toshiyuki Saejima noticed a group of people walking out of Sanchu.

Leading the group was the director of No. 3 Middle School, followed by a group of teachers.

Although they were all dressed in suits and ties.

However, 193 people were carrying mops and brooms, some were holding fire extinguishers, and each of them was wearing various styles of safety helmets and helmets.

They were armed to the teeth, yet looked rather comical.

The director, on the other hand, looked somewhat normal. He was holding a wooden sword, and with his tall stature, he would have been quite intimidating if it weren't for his legs shaking so badly.

Regardless, led by the director, the group of teachers still arrived at the main gate of No. 3 Middle School.

"Listen up... listen up! This isn't a place for your biker gang to cause trouble. Get out of here now, or... or don't blame me for being impolite!"

The director gripped the wooden sword tightly in his hand, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

The other teachers huddled at the back, nodding in agreement.

The name of the Rampage Angels speaks for itself.

It's impossible for them not to be afraid; they've already mustered up their courage to get this far.

"Hey! Teacher, the road belongs to everyone. Is there any law that says motorcycles can't be parked on the road?"

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto exhaled smoke, glanced at the crowd in front of him, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, once we find them, we'll leave immediately!"

Meidoji's tone was rather gentle.

"If you're going to get in our way, don't blame us for razing this place to the ground..."

At this point, Tatsuo Tsutsumoto suddenly contorted his expression into a ferocious grin and roared like a wild beast, "Ahhhhhh!"

The director and others, whose hearts were already in their throats, lost all their courage after his sudden action, and immediately turned around and ran towards the Third Middle School.

The broom, mop, and safety helmet were left scattered on the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and the others instinctively covered their faces.

"What exactly are the director and the others doing out here?"

"Are you trying to be funny? To ease the tension?"

Just as Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima were speechless and making sarcastic remarks.

Finally, a familiar, tall figure emerged from the Third Middle School.

Chapter Sixty-Four: He bowed and apologized already?

"The director and the others are so embarrassing!"

"It's just like that phrase we learned in class, something like... utterly defeated and abandoned!"

The students, peering out of the school building windows, watched intently at any movement at the main entrance.

Seeing the director and the others fleeing in such a disheveled state, they couldn't help but cover their faces in speechless disbelief.

"Actually, the director has already shown a lot of courage!"

"Didn't those delinquents from our No. 3 Middle School just run out too? They were cursing and swearing at first, but as soon as they saw it was the Rampage Angels, they ran faster than the captain of our No. 3 Middle School track and field club!"

"Yeah, after all, that's the Rampage Angels, the strongest biker gang in Shonan!"

"I heard that as long as the Rampage Angels say one word, the entire Xiangnan region, no matter what other biker gangs or delinquent forces, can only obediently follow them."

"So let alone ordinary people, if they provoke the Berserk Angels, they are courting death."

However, many people also expressed their understanding of the director and others.

Especially considering that I was hiding behind the window upstairs, I didn't dare to get any closer to look.

It seems that it's indeed inappropriate to make fun of the director and others.

"Speaking of which... it's not really a problem for the Rampage Angels to just stay at the gate of our No. 3 Middle School like this."

"Just blocking the doorway isn't so bad, but what if they break in...?"

A tall boy was speaking when he subconsciously glanced at the girls in the classroom.

Those who dare to stand by the window and check the situation are considered quite brave.

Some of the more timid ones, especially the girls, were already cowering in a corner, trembling with fear.

Undoubtedly, feelings of unease and fear are spreading throughout the entire Third Middle School.

No one knows what bad things might happen if those terrifying biker gangs lost control and stormed into the Third Middle School.

And when this happens.

And who can stop all of this?

"Huh... It seems like someone's coming out. Those figures... they look like... Ryuji Kurosaki, and Yuji Ooguchi!"

Just then, someone noticed two figures.

Kurosaki Ryuji yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and slowly walked out of the passageway leading from the teaching building to the playground.

Several buttons on his school uniform were casually undone, and his silver hair was somewhat disheveled, making him look as if he had just been forcibly pulled awake from a sweet dream.

Yuji Ooguchi followed behind him with a nervous expression.

Ryuji Kurosaki completely ignored the terrifying berserk angels on the other side of the playground and walked straight to Jun Kamata and the others.

"Brother Kurosaki!"

Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, Shiba Man, and Tsuji immediately bowed their heads in greeting.

Ryuji Kurosaki then stopped and lazily stretched.

The moment he lowered his arm.

Those eyes, which had been sleepy, suddenly became sharp, like a sleeping beast opening its eyes.

His gaze swept across the empty playground and landed on Kyosuke Maki on the motorcycle in the center of the main gate.

Eyes facing each other.

On one side is the legendary leader of one of the top biker gangs in southern Hunan, whose eyes are deep and unfathomable, carrying a scrutinizing and invisible pressure.

On one side is Ryuji Kurosaki, who has just shown his talent and defeated the Killing Squad and Oni Blast. His eyes are arrogant and unruly, filled with displeasure at being disturbed and undisguised provocation.

The air seemed to be ignited at that moment, sparking invisible flames.

Kyosuke Masaki slowly stubbed out his cigarette, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, as if confirming his target or admiring him: "That kid must be Ryuji Kurosaki. He's finally out!"

Ryuji Kurosaki tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips—a smile that was a mixture of impatience and intense interest: "The leader of the Rampage Angels, Kyosuke Masaki, the legendary man!"

Then Ryuji Kurosaki took a step forward, his voice not loud, but clearly penetrating the silent playground, and continued walking towards the gate.

Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, Yuji Oguchi, Shiba Man, and Tsuji straightened their backs and followed closely behind.

Even under the immense pressure from the Rampage Angels, they showed no fear whatsoever.

"Hey! You guys over there...you're here to see me, right? Hurry up...get to the point, or I don't have time to play with you guys!"

Ryuji Kurosaki then shouted to the members of the Berserk Angels outside.

The loud voice, like a thunderclap, echoed over the Third Middle School.

The students behind the windows inside the Third Middle School were instantly petrified, their eyes wide open as if about to pop out of their sockets, their jaws dropping to the floor.

Each face displayed extremely exaggerated facial expressions.

It's a perfect live-action replica of the world-famous painting "The Scream".

"Hey! Is he crazy?! That's the Rampage Angels! The overlords of Shonan!"

"Is it really okay to talk to them so arrogantly?"

"Can't you be a little more polite?"

"You're being way too arrogant, aren't you!"

"He...he actually doesn't seem to care about the Berserk Angels at all! This Ryuji Kurosaki is insane, absolutely insane!!"

A chill ran from the soles of everyone's feet straight to the top of their heads, sending shivers down their spines.

The image of the director and others looking timid in front of the Rampage Angels is still vivid in my mind.

Then look at Kurosaki Ryuji's swaggering gait, as if he doesn't recognize anyone.

It just felt like the whole world was unreal.

Of course, no matter how much of a commotion erupted upstairs.

Ryuji Kurosaki couldn't hear clearly at all, nor did he bother to listen carefully.

He stopped at the main gate, put his hands in his pockets, and coldly surveyed the white wave before him.

The previously restrained silence of the Rampage Angels was instantly broken.

But seeing that Kurosaki Ryuji completely disregarded them, all the members' faces instantly darkened, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Countless gazes instantly turned fierce as knives, sweeping over Kurosaki Ryuji.

If looks could kill, Ryuji Kurosaki would probably be torn to pieces by now.

The anger in Tatsuo Tsutsumoto's eyes was like molten lava, almost ready to erupt.

Meidoji Gaku's expression also turned much colder.

As for Onizuka Eikichi, he had a furrowed brow and looked thoughtful.

The smile on Masaki Kyosuke's face did not disappear; on the contrary, it seemed to widen slightly.

He wasn't angry; instead, his eyes gleamed with interest, as if he had heard something amusing.

Kyosuke Masaki gently patted Tatsuo Tsutsumoto on the shoulder, who was on the verge of exploding, signaling him to calm down.

Then, with incredibly graceful movements, she stepped out of the car, her gleaming leather shoes making a clear and steady 'tap' as they landed on the ground.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto suppressed his anger, and Manabu Midouji, Eikichi Onizuka, Toshio Kamishima, and others also got off the bus one after another.

Like stars surrounding the moon, they followed behind Masaki Kyosuke, walking step by step toward Kurosaki Ryuji.

The two sides stood facing each other, only three meters apart.

The tense atmosphere instantly soared to its peak, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

The noise in the teaching building came to an abrupt halt. Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding, staring intently at the two opposing sides in the middle of the scene.

What will happen next?

The conflict erupted instantly?

Will Ryuji Kurosaki be overwhelmed by this terrifying lineup in an instant?

The absolute difference in numbers is like an insurmountable chasm!

Moreover, Masaki Kyosuke, Meidoji Manabu, Tsutsuke Tsutsumoto, Onizuka Eikichi... weren't they all famous figures in Shonan?

No matter how you look at it, Ryuji Kurosaki is destined to be crushed.

How badly will he get beaten up?

Will everyone be implicated?

In this suffocating moment when thoughts are racing and the air is still.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze fell on Eikichi Onizuka, who was standing next to Kyosuke Masaki, and he frowned slightly: "...This guy...he looks familiar...wait..."