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

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"Sigh~" Kana sighed heavily.

It's probably been too long since I've released any pent-up energy; I'll find a chance to let it all out when I get home...

"Hey, you two, are you coming or not?!" Michi was displeased again when he saw the two of them being so intimate.

ding dong~~~

The doorbell rings.

"Who is it?" Shirakawa asked loudly as he approached the door.

"It's me, Shirakawa, Matsushima."

Looking through the peephole, Matsushima was standing in front of the door, no longer exuding the same domineering aura and sharpness as before.

"What's wrong? Didn't you have urgent business to leave? Why are you back?" Shirakawa asked curiously.

"Ah, I... I forgot to mention something. Please open the door first, and we can talk later." Matsushima smiled mechanically.

Separated by a door, Shirakawa couldn't see the voice or the other person's appearance clearly, but he still keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Shirakawa placed his hand on the doorknob, hesitating for a long time.

"Shirakawa, open the door quickly!" Matsushima said urgently.

"Just say what you need to say here, we can hear you very well from here."

Matsushima's voice sounds especially like that of someone who has been hypnotized.

"Don't open the door!"

Cecilia's voice suddenly rang in Shirakawa's mind.

"what happened?"

"That woman, that...woman outside..."

Sesecia's voice gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Saint?

Shirakawa remembered that Cecilia had shown him a video about the saintess chasing after her.

However, how did the saintess who was hunting down Cecilia end up with this Matsushima?

At this moment, Shirakawa did not recall what he had seen and heard when he met Catherine in his dream.

"It's so inconvenient to talk here, Shirakawa, please open the door, I have something good to give you." Matsushima then spoke in a pleading tone.

A gang leader would never speak to me in such a tone.

This clumsy trick wouldn't even fool a primary school student.

"Sorry," Shirakawa said, gently flicking the doorknob, which made a clicking sound, "this door seems to be broken, I can't open it no matter what I do."

The saintess is right at the door. Shirakawa needs to buy time and come up with a solution.

Matsushima did not reply and turned to leave.

Her underlings followed her away; they must have lured Shirakawa out.

"What's going on, Shirakawa-kun?" Kana asked, leaning closer.

"Auntie, there are bad people outside," Shirakawa whispered.

"Oh no, bad guy! Let's call the police!" Kana took out her phone to dial the police.

Call the police? The Metropolitan Police Department Chief is a guest of Matsushima, calling the police would definitely be useless.

"Don't worry, Auntie, let me see what's going on. You go to your bedroom first, lock the door, and come out when I call you."

The situation might get complicated later, and Shirakawa was worried about hurting Aunt Mito.

"No, Shirakawa-kun, you go to the bedroom, I'll deal with the bad guys."

It is only natural for elders to protect children.

"Auntie, I don't want anything to happen to you. Here's what we'll do: you go to the bedroom and hide right away. If anything happens to me, you can go look for me..."

Who should we contact? Who can resolve this situation?

Shirakawa suddenly remembered.

She rummaged in her pocket and found Suzuki Yoshiko's postcard.

Unless absolutely necessary, Shirakawa really doesn't want to date that rich woman.

Shirakawa handed the postcard to Aunt Mido: "If anything happens to me, call the number on this card and tell her that something happened to me at the Nagasaki club."

Midori Kana took it, and seeing Shirakawa's insistence, she had no choice but to agree and went to hide in the bedroom.

"Hey! Shirakawa, is that Matsushima outside?" Miike asked, coming over as well.

"Yes." Shirakawa gripped the doorknob, looking very nervous.

"They actually came knocking! Here's what we'll do, Shirakawa, I'll fight them to the death. While they're not looking, you take Mito and get out of here right away." Miike rolled up his sleeves, ready to go out and get to work.

It was clearly a brave sacrifice for justice.

"No, no, no, Miike, calm down."

"What's with the calm? We're already trapped, and you can't just fly off from here..."

Fly down?

Shirakawa went to the living room window, opened it, and looked down.

It's so tall it's almost dizzying.

Until he saw that the window on the floor below was open.

Miike followed Shirakawa's gaze downwards and, of course, saw the open window as well.

"Do you think there's a possibility...?"

"No, Shirakawa, no, I don't want to go, and you can't go either!"

"No, let's find some bed sheets, tie them together, and tie them securely..."

"Don't even think about it, Shirakawa. If you fall from this height, not even a god can save you."

Because it was a high-rise building, the wind could be heard whistling outside the window from time to time. People on the ground looked like tiny ants as they climbed down the stairs without any safety precautions. Clearly, this was an impossible task.

"but..."

Noisy footsteps sounded outside the door, seemingly because Matsushima had returned with his men after seeing that Shirakawa hadn't fallen for the trick.

"It's too late. Watch the doorway, I'll go tie up the sheets."

Shirakawa rushed into the bedroom, grabbed the sheets from the large bed, took some spare sheets from the wardrobe, and put them on the living room sofa to untie them.

Aunt Mido hid quite well, and Shirakawa didn't notice her for a while.

Miike still felt this was inappropriate: "Shirakawa, you..."

ding~~

That's the sound of Matsushima swiping his universal room card!

Oops.

Miike quickly gripped the doorknob tightly.

The moment she opened the door, Miike grabbed the doorknob, slammed the door shut, and twisted the lock beneath the handle to lock the door tightly.

"Matsushima, open this door by any means necessary!"

Miike looked out through the peephole and saw a blonde, blue-eyed nun with a foreign accent shouting instructions outside the door.

"Yes!"

Matsushima pulled out her revolver, loaded it, aimed at the door lock, and fired three shots.

The metal on the door handle slowly deformed, but it did not affect the normal operation of the door lock.

To be honest, the quality of this door lock is surprisingly good.

No matter how many shots are fired, they only damage the outer metal layer of the lock, without affecting the lock cylinder inside.

Moreover, the lock cylinder may deform due to impact, making it impossible to open from either the inside or the outside.

Hearing the gunshots outside the door, Michi's heart leaped into his throat.

Don't tell anyone you're desperately trying to stall them for time.

If you opened the door, you'd probably get shot and fall down immediately.

The door lock wouldn't open, but she could hear Matsushima outside the door seemingly giving orders to his underlings.

After a while.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a banging sound coming from outside the door.

Michi lay on the peephole, peering out.

Two burly bodyguards stood on either side of the door, wielding fire axes, and began smashing the door.