He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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The girls who already had a good impression of Shirakawa became even more infatuated with her, while the girls who were indifferent to Shirakawa also became somewhat interested in her.

The boy felt no jealousy; on the contrary, he admired Shirakawa from the bottom of his heart and thought that Shirakawa was a real man.

So far, Shirakawa has greatly increased the favorability rating of all students at Sakura High School.

But Shirakawa didn't care about any of that. He glanced at the eldest sister lying on the side, her short yellow hair soaked with blood, her clothes tattered and covered in dust, lying on the ground, weak and powerless.

He couldn't stand it. He had to make Yoshioka pay the price, an extremely cruel price, to make her pay back double for the pain the boss had suffered.

Shirakawa took a running start and sprinted towards Yoshioka at an extremely fast speed, then launched a flying kick.

Before he could dodge, the kick landed squarely on Yoshioka's face, twisting his usually mocking and sarcastic face into a grotesque contortion.

It hurts, it hurts!

This was the first time Yoshioka had suffered such a powerful attack and felt such intense pain since transforming.

He could feel his adrenaline surging after a long time, and his body began to feel increasingly hot.

Yoshioka knew that if he lost here and was knocked down by this man, he would lose everything: his women, his wealth, the supporters and respect of the delinquents, and even the chance to transform himself. He would be caught by the police and sent to a juvenile detention center.

He was unwilling to accept this. He had grown accustomed to this leisurely and carefree life, this easy way of ordering and commanding others around. He didn't want to go back to being the weak, sickly, and helpless boy he once was.

He was bullied by those thugs, forced to kneel on the ground, and even though he hadn't done anything wrong, he kept saying sorry and apologizing.

He had to win, he had no choice but to win.

His strong arms were bulging with veins, his face was flushed, and his body was radiating red steam. He clenched his fists, and the skull knuckle dusters clashed together, producing a clear and crisp sound, which added a touch of domineering aura to his appearance.

He wanted to unleash all the power within him; he wanted to defeat the man before him.

He stomped hard, creating a small crater in the playground, and charged towards Shirakawa with lightning speed.

Punching, elbowing, kicking, kneeing, scratching, scratching, and even biting.

They used every means at their disposal to launch a fierce and relentless attack on Shirakawa.

He held nothing back with every strike; the power of each blow was enough to kill a normal person.

However, Shirakawa still smiled, and the erotic power purified by Cecilia flowed continuously within his body.

They moved nimbly and skillfully to dodge attacks.

It was like a matador in an arena toying with and manipulating a raging black bull using a red cape.

He seized the opportunity, and as Yoshioka lunged forward, he leaped high and grabbed Yoshioka's wrist.

The moment he landed, he took a big step forward, came behind Yoshioka, and kicked his knee hard.

Yoshioka, in pain, knelt on one knee, and Shirakawa took the opportunity to twist his joint and lock it in place.

"Remember the older sister whose leg you broke? I learned this trick from her."

Yoshioka shook his body and struggled incessantly.

"Oh, why are you so quiet now? You were so eloquent just now!" Shirakawa chuckled teasingly.

"What power did you use? How could you possibly defeat me?!"

"There are always people better than you, and there's always a higher level to reach. You're allowed to use force to threaten and intimidate others, but others aren't allowed to defeat you?" Shirakawa locked Yoshioka in one hand and gripped the brass knuckles in his other.

Once we take down this broken knuckle duster, everything will be over.

No matter how hard he pulled, the brass knuckles left a purple mark on his fingers, but Yoshioka still held on tightly and wouldn't let go. Shirakawa simply couldn't do anything about it.

He could win in a fight, and Shirakawa was stronger than Yoshioka, but it was still difficult to pry open his fingers with just one hand.

"Brother Shirakawa, ugh," Nikaido sobbed as she got up. The intense pain made her delirious. She didn't know that Shirakawa had completely dealt with Yoshioka. Hearing Yoshioka and Shirakawa's shouts, she subconsciously thought that Shirakawa was no match for that man at all.

Her mind was filled with the thought of protecting Shirakawa.

Clutching her stomach and enduring the excruciating pain, she swayed and struggled to her feet. Warm blood streamed down her cheeks. In her dazed state, her consciousness and vision focused, and she realized that Shirakawa had already locked Yoshioka in his arms.

Brother Shirakawa...I didn't know he was this strong.

He won...

Finally, the belief that had kept her standing disappeared, and she collapsed to the ground again.

"Big Sister, don't worry, get some rest, I'll handle it," Shirakawa called out to the Big Sister.

Yoshioka's eyes lit up with a wicked idea. Since he couldn't beat Shirakawa in a head-on fight, he would resort to underhanded tactics.

Suddenly, Yoshioka let go. Shirakawa thought he had given up struggling and was about to grab the knuckle duster when Yoshioka turned around and flicked it away.

With a sudden loosening and tightening, a pull and a tug, Shirakawa was caught off guard and Yoshioka broke free.

Don't panic, he can't cause any trouble. We just need to keep him under control.

Shirakawa stood up, about to fight Yoshioka again, but found that he had picked up Nikaido.

"Hey, Shirakawa, I may not be able to beat you, but... I can take hostages." Yoshioka raised his fist, aiming at Nikaido's pretty face covered in blood.

“If you dare to take another step forward, I will imprint the skull pattern on my brass knuckles all over her face. From then on, whenever she looks in the mirror, she will remember a man and how she had such close contact with him tonight.”

Yoshioka threatened.

277. A resounding victory?

The thug guarding Fukada was dumbfounded. Boss Yoshioka was being repeatedly defeated by a skinny male god and had no choice but to use the girl as a hostage.

This is absolutely outrageous...

Fukada took this opportunity to slip away quietly.

She watched the two locked in a stalemate from afar.

If this battle absolutely has to have a winner...

As long as it's not Yoshioka, it's fine. If he wins, his body will become a tool for those delinquents to play with at will.

But judging from this situation, things aren't looking good for Shirakawa...

Suddenly, she noticed a small folding knife next to the man in the airplane-shaped cabin...

......

Nikaido, nearly unconscious, was being lifted up by the tall Yoshioka, his limbs limp and drooping, like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) hanging from the sky.

"Let her go!" Shirakawa roared, pointing at Yoshioka.

"You think you can just let go like that? Wouldn't I, as the boss, lose face?" Yoshioka said smugly, teasingly.

He knew that as long as he had Nikaido as a hostage, Shirakawa would not dare to make any rash moves.

That's exactly what happened.

Shirakawa would not act rashly at the risk of Nikaido being disfigured.

"Judging from Nikaido's state just now, is she really your big sister? Could she be your girlfriend? Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching love story."

"Enough talk, either put her down, or..."

"So what? Shirakawa-kun, stop with the threats. I've had enough of playing with you. As long as you stay put, I won't hurt Nikaido again. I just want to take this opportunity to have a proper talk."

"We have nothing to talk about."

“No, no, no, there’s so much to talk about, like, where does your strange power come from?” Yoshioka asked with great interest.

“Why should I tell you?”

"You will tell me." Yoshioka shook the Nikaido in his hand.

Shirakawa sighed, took out the ** that Akita-sensei had used, and showed it to Yoshioka.

"My power comes from this."

From a certain perspective, Shirakawa was telling the truth.

The two estimated the distance to be about ten meters, and with only the campfire as a light source at night, Yoshioka couldn't see what it was, only that it was a strange, oval-shaped object.

“I see, I see. You and I both gained power through this kind of tool.” Yoshioka nodded.

"You can say that."

"Hey, Shirakawa-kun, I have great power, and you have great power too. How about this, we join forces and conquer Chenghuang High School and Sakura High School together, what do you say?"

Shirakawa didn't want to waste his breath arguing with Yoshioka, but he noticed Fukada lurking suspiciously behind Yoshioka, waiting for his chance.

"Oh? Dominating the high school, interesting. What benefits will I get after dominating?" Shirakawa pretended to be very interested.

"We split the 'friendship fees' paid by the two schools equally, and as for the girls, that's up to them to decide how to pay."

"Each relying on their own abilities?"

"Haha, those vain women will all rush to throw themselves at you as long as you become powerful! You can have as much as you want!" Yoshioka laughed.

"Oh, I agree. So, can you put down Nikaido? I don't want her to get hurt."

“Of course, but…” Yoshioka stretched out his hand, “Give me the mysterious item that gives you power first.”

Shirakawa tossed the toy to Yoshioka's feet, and Yoshioka, keeping a close eye on Shirakawa, bent down to pick up the small toy.

I kept kneading and examining it, but it didn't seem like it contained any power.

"Hey, how do I use this thing... ugh!"