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

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"Of course, you can pay in installments. Just give us whatever amount you have now," the scarred man said with a smile.

The boy had no choice but to rummage through his pockets and finally pull out a few coins and small bills, which he then handed to the scarred man.

It's only a little over a thousand Japanese yen at most.

The scarred man sneered, then suddenly grabbed the boy's change and threw it hard on the ground.

"Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"

The man on the plane next to him punched the boy hard in the stomach.

The boy groaned, clutched his stomach, and knelt on the ground.

The blond-haired man also stomped on the boy's back.

The boy had no idea where he had offended them; he had no connection whatsoever with these delinquent students.

I was walking down the street when I was suddenly dragged out and forced to pay protection money.

"Kneel down! Apologize to me." The scarred man stepped on his shoulder.

The boy gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and knelt on the ground, banging his head on the ground: "I'm sorry."

"Speak louder! Where is your sincerity?" The man with the airplane kicked him in the waist again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry~~~~" the boy kept repeating.

From the third floor, Shirakawa looked down at the group of people below, observing their every move.

Sigh, judging from the number of delinquents in this school, as long as they don't go too far, the school leaders and teachers turn a blind eye to them, preferring to avoid trouble.

The boy knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, repeatedly saying sorry.

He suddenly remembered that back then, when Akaza asked him to apologize, he inexplicably flew into a rage, as if something sensitive had been touched.

Considering his thinness and frail health before his "transformation," could he also be one of the weak boys bullied by these delinquents?

If that's the case, then Yoshioka is a classic example of a dragon slayer who ends up becoming the dragon himself.

The three thugs laughed and joked, as if watching some amusing performance. The exhilarating feeling of being above others' dignity gave them a great deal of relief from their pent-up frustration.

"Hey, can you bring enough money tomorrow?" The blond-haired guy grabbed the boy's hair, pulled his head up, and yelled.

Shirakawa couldn't stand it any longer, so he borrowed a small metal bucket used for rinsing mops from the next classroom, filled it with water from the restroom, and...

He aimed at the three delinquents through the window and poured the water all over them at once.

The freshly drawn cold water from the toilet slammed heavily onto the three men, instantly drenching them completely.

Their school uniforms were soaked through and felt cold against their skin.

Of course, a little water splashed on the boy, but it didn't cause him any serious harm.

"***!" The man with the airplane hair was also ruined by the water, and he cursed loudly.

The three bad students simultaneously looked up.

They didn't see Shirakawa's face, but they saw an arm sticking out of the third-floor window, arrogantly giving them the middle finger.

"Damn it! Don't you dare run away!" the blond-haired man roared, and the three thugs ran wildly upstairs.

Sorry, I don't have the guts.

Only a fool wouldn't run away.

Shirakawa tossed the bucket aside carelessly, took a long detour, and went down the stairs from the classroom and staff area.

This area is full of teachers' offices, so even if the delinquents were incredibly bold, they wouldn't dare cause trouble here.

The boy below also took the opportunity to escape, but every time he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, lean against the wall, and limp toward the school gate.

A moment later, Shirakawa successfully bypassed the delinquents, and the two happened to meet at the school gate.

The boy was clutching his stomach, sweating profusely, and stood out in the crowd.

"Hey, classmate, do you want to go to the hospital to get checked out?" Shirakawa stepped forward and greeted him.

"It's okay, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

The boy turned around warily and saw that it was a stranger who had called out to him. He clutched his stomach and was about to leave.

"Don't be afraid, it was me who was splashing water upstairs just now."

The boy then turned to face Shirakawa and bowed slightly to him: "Thank you for helping me out of that situation earlier."

"Ah, you're welcome, classmate. Why did these delinquents target you?" Shirakawa asked curiously as he walked side by side with the boy.

"I don't know. It seems like these delinquents were beaten up by someone. After they came back, they went crazy at school, picking fights and taking their anger out on people everywhere."

"I see." Shirakawa walked to the vending machine, bought two cans of cola, and handed one to the boy.

The boy waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, all my money was taken by that group of people..."

"It's okay, I still have something to ask you. Consider this payment." Shirakawa smiled and stuffed the cola into the boy's hand.

The boy was quite touched. He opened a can of cola and took a big gulp: "Just ask me anything, and I'll tell you the truth."

Do you know Yoshioka?

"You mean the delinquent boss Yoshioka?"

"No, no, I'm talking about that skinny, pale-faced Yoshioka, the Yoshioka who has a senior class on the third floor."

"Him? That Yoshioka, I've only met him a few times..." the boy thought to himself. "Oh, right, I remember now. I heard that his grades used to be pretty good, ranking among the top in the class, but then they dropped and he ended up near the bottom."

"Hmm? It's falling that fast?"

"He seems to be sick, and he's also being targeted by that group of thugs. They've extorted a lot of money from him before."

Just as Shirakawa guessed, Yoshioka was also a victim of bullying before his transformation.

"These delinquents are so arrogant, isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"

"Sigh, it's no use trying to control them. They're not even adults yet. When they're arrested, they just say it was a joke, a little squabble between classmates..." The boy became more and more agitated as he talked, pouring out his grievances to Shirakawa.

In the end, Shirakawa didn't get any other valuable information, and after strolling around with the boy for a while, he went home.

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The three thugs went upstairs and only saw the iron bucket lying on the ground; the bastard who had splashed water on them was nowhere to be seen.

"Fxxk!" The man with the airplane head kicked the metal bucket hard, and the bucket rolled and clanged all the way to the wall before finally stopping.

"Big brother, what should we do now?" Huang Mao asked.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" The scarred man's face was gloomy, barely suppressing his anger. He was still relatively calm, knowing that the person who splashed the water had already run away while they went upstairs.

"How about we wait until that boy goes to school tomorrow, then we'll beat him up again. That guy will definitely come out!" the man on the plane said angrily.

"No need for that." A soft, young female voice came from the stairwell.

Fukada smiled slightly and slowly walked downstairs.

Shirakawa looked down from the third floor, unaware that Fukada was secretly watching him from the rooftop.

Fukada saw everything he did.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the scarred man asked.

The other two also watched the woman warily.

In their eyes, this woman was quite strange, wearing the uniform of Sakura High School and with this armband on her arm; her attire was rather alluring.

“My name is Fukada, the vice president of the student council at Sakura-dachi High School. I can tell you who just splashed water on you.”

"Who, tell us quickly! Achoo!" The man with the pompadour sneezed and asked impatiently.

The blond guy next to him was already shivering from the cold.

"Don't rush, go home and change your clothes first, call your school's gang leader, and let's find a place to talk things out."

Things are getting more interesting.

180. Undercurrents are surging.

A hidden little coffee shop on the commercial street.

A small table by the window, with attached sofa seats.

Since it was a weekday, there weren't many customers in the coffee shop.

Saori Fukada ordered a strong black coffee, tore open the sugar and milk packets, and added them all in.

The three delinquents changed their clothes and sat opposite Hayate, waiting for Boss Yoshioka.

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin whispered in the scarred man's ear, "Boss, can we believe what this woman is saying?"

The scarred man recalled what had just happened at the school.

"No need to bother the boss with such a trivial matter! Stop playing coy with us! Just tell us!" The man with the pompadour clenched his fist and threatened.

"Don't rush!" Fukada wasn't flustered at all; instead, he was quite composed. "Remember that second-in-command from your school? Wasn't he arrested for something he did at our school? Who was it? What happened? Don't you want to know?"

The three delinquents hesitated for a moment, but Fukada smiled and continued, "The boy who splashed water on you earlier was also involved in the incident. If you want to know more, I suggest you call your delinquent leader."