Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

After all, his circumstances weren't that great; it was already quite good that he could get himself a car.

Although it looks a bit old, the engine still sounds solid and loud.

As for the motorcycles belonging to Jun Kamata and Toshiyuki Saejima, they were naturally the same two that Kyosuke Masaki had given them.

Ryuji Kurosaki chose Housen as his first stop, with a clear objective: discipline!

An army without discipline, no matter how strong the individual members are, is just a disorganized mess.

Disobeying orders and acting presumptuously will only create unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Ryuji Kurosaki wanted to lay a solid foundation of discipline for his army in the discipline-obsessed Housen.

Then go to the chaotic arena in Lily of the Valley to select and recruit the fiercest monsters into your own legion.

Of course, this is just Ryuji Kurosaki's initial plan.

Now sitting on his motorcycle, Ryuji Kurosaki's sharp gaze pierced through the gate, scanning the interior of Housen.

The vast playground was empty and desolate, with weeds growing tenaciously. Although there was no trash on the ground, it exuded a desolate atmosphere that had been deliberately ignored.

The exterior walls of the teaching building behind are mottled, but there is no messy graffiti; instead, they look rather clean.

Many windows were broken, like empty eye sockets, and no one was repairing them.

If it weren't for the groups of two or three smoking on the playground, all with bald heads reflecting the sunlight...

This place is more like an abandoned school that has been neglected for many years than a gathering place for a large number of bad people.

There was no noise or chaos as I had imagined, nor were there any signs of fighting everywhere.

There was only an almost deathly sense of order and the omnipresent... glaring reflection of bald heads in the sunlight.

If it weren't for the huge "Fengxian" sign standing on the rooftop, it would be easy to miss.

It even makes one wonder if they've gone to the wrong place.

It seems to be completely different from the shady wealthy family I had imagined.

"This is... the legendary Phoenix?"

Kamata Jun took off his helmet, his tone clearly showing disappointment: "It looks... too ordinary, doesn't it?"

"Besides the ground covered in gleaming bald heads..."

Saejima Toshiyuki squinted: "It doesn't feel as energetic as our No. 3 Middle School."

"Isn't such a dissolute wealthy family a little too quiet?"

Yuji Ooguchi added, his body tensing up slightly involuntarily.

And they were observing the environment.

The bald men inside the house were also sizing up Kurosaki Ryuji and his group.

"These kids are unfamiliar faces; I've never seen them before!"

"On the first day of school, he actually rode over on a motorcycle. That's pretty arrogant."

"It's alright, they'll be crying later."

Not only on the playground, but also in the windows of the teaching building, many bald heads have started to appear.

Their eyes were fixed on the motorcycle beneath Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Hey, hey, hey... that motorcycle looks really cool."

"It looks like a Harley-Davidson; it's not only cool, but also quite expensive."

"So, a rich kid has joined our Fengxian freshman class?"

"That's interesting... This seems to be the first time a freshman has dared to ride a motorcycle into Fengxian, and such an eye-catching motorcycle at that."

The bald men from Housen looked at Ryuji Kurosaki and the others with more mockery and ridicule than anything else.

In their view, it was nothing more than waiting for Fengxian, and then there were four more bald heads.

Because there was a time when they were like that too.

Feeling that he was already very strong when he was in junior high school, he thought of coming to Fengxian to make a name for himself.

He became the head of the household in Fengxian.

Then, leading Fengxian's assassin army, they swept across all directions, becoming invincible.

As a result, reality slapped him hard across the face, leaving him swollen.

Upon arriving in Fengxian, the seniors there forced him to sit on a table and shave his head bald, leaving him no chance to resist.

Because those bald-headed predecessors in Fengxian, like them, all thought they were formidable characters when they came to Fengxian.

Their strength is only greater than theirs.

And this is the rule of Fengxian: the weak are not allowed to keep their hair.

Only a very small number of people can retain their hair in the first year.

Since the establishment of Fengxian and the setting of its rules, there haven't been many people in total (2.3).

Those who can keep their hair in their first year are extremely rare, and most of them will become the head of the Housen branch in the future.

Even if he wasn't the bastard leader, he was still second only to the bastard leader in combat strength, a cadre of Housen, and a pillar of strength.

As for the so-called "bancho," he is the boss, the strongest guy.

To win over Housen, the primary goal is naturally to become the head of the Housen branch school.

"Please move aside!"

Just as Ryuji Kurosaki was about to drive his motorcycle into Housen.

A figure appeared behind them.

Ryuji Kurosaki turned his head to look at the person who had come in.

It's unclear who it is, but for Fengxian, where almost everyone is bald, the newcomer's appearance is sure to be a major source of ridicule.

Not only did he have a full beard and a mustache, but the hair at the back was also tied into a small braid.

It happened the instant he appeared.

All the bald heads of the phoenix fairies turned their gazes to him.

"Another unfamiliar face!"

"Today's freshmen are all incredibly arrogant."

"You dare to keep your hair this long after you've entered Fengxian?"

Clearly, that thick head of hair attracted more hatred from the bald men than Kurosaki Ryuji's motorcycle.

Is Chapter 73 arrogant enough?

Fengxian isn't a biker gang member, so she doesn't care much about motorcycles.

But bald people are quite sensitive about body hair.

After all, that head of black hair was something they couldn't reach now, and it held a deep sense of regret.

As the saying goes, the more you lose something, the more you crave it.

When the long-haired man with a full beard and a small braid came into view.

He seemed to have his own spotlight, instantly drawing all the attention of the bald-headed Fengxian.

Those gazes were no longer mocking or scrutinizing, but rather filled with undisguised malice.

It felt like someone carrying a huge bag of steaming, fragrant meat buns into a refugee camp where there was no food.

However, the long-haired man seemed oblivious to the almost tangible malicious gazes emanating from those around him.

His expression was as calm as if he were strolling in his own backyard, with even a faint, indifferent smile on his lips.

Approaching behind Ryuji Kurosaki and the others, he spoke in a calm tone, "Could you please move aside?"

He seemed quite polite.

If it were some other hot-tempered and unruly person, they would probably have already started cursing by now.

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Kurosaki Ryuji turned around, his sharp gaze lingering briefly on the long-haired man.

Without another word, he twisted the throttle, and the Harley Night Rider roared to life.

They rode motorcycles with Jun Kamata and the other two directly into Housen.

The long-haired man watched the backs of Kurosaki Ryuji and the others, then took his own steps and calmly stepped into the Housen under the watchful eyes of countless people.

"These guys have come in!"

Those bald men from Housen who were staring at the long-haired man and Kurosaki Ryuuji started to smirk, revealing sinister smiles.

"We seniors are responsible for ensuring that the younger generation clearly understands the rules of Fengxian. So, who will do that?"

"Leave that long-haired kid to us. His hair is so long, it'll be a real treat to shave it."

"In that case, we'll take care of those guys on motorcycles."

"I'm quite interested in that Harley. After I teach those guys a lesson, I'll borrow it and have a go with it."

"So you've got your eye on that motorcycle, huh? Don't end up breaking it, haha!"

For these bald men with phoenix-shaped hair.

Whether it was Kurosaki Ryuji and his group, or the long-haired man, they all seemed to be his prey.

...........

Now on the other side.

Ryuji Kurosaki, Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, and Yuji Oguchi parked their motorcycles in the slightly dilapidated shed behind the school building.

In the shadow of the shed, the several motorcycles of different styles stood in stark contrast to the desolate surroundings.

They then went through the back door and entered the teaching building.

The corridor was empty and quiet, filled with the smell of dust and old wood.

Our classroom is in Group E...

"It's right here, quite close..."

With almost no effort, after turning a corner, the sign for Group E of Year 1 came into view.

Of course, Group E is located at the very back.

But the bicycle shed is also behind the teaching building.

So much so that if you walk in through the back door, you can see the classroom of Group E of the first year at a glance.

Immediately afterwards, the four of them arrived at the gate of Group E, Year 1.

Just push the door open and enter.

The tables and chairs inside were placed crookedly, many missing parts, with rough wood exposed.

The glass from several windows had long since vanished, leaving only empty window frames.

Deep inside the classroom, seven figures, all dressed in silver-white phlox uniforms, had already arrived.

They sat or leaned against something, smoking cigarettes, surrounded by swirling smoke.

Just as Kurosaki Ryuji and his three companions entered...

Those seven pairs of fierce eyes, like searchlights, swept across the four people, including Kurosaki Ryuji, standing at the door.

They all had fierce faces and looked like typical delinquents, giving off an impression that they were not to be trifled with.

"Now that's more like the debauched rich family!"

Ryuji Kurosaki smiled slightly and stepped into Class 1-E as if no one else was there.

He glanced at the seven people and walked straight to the back row of the classroom, near the window.

Sunlight streamed through the window without glass, falling warmly into the area.

He sat down, satisfied.