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

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The scarred man also pulled out a folding knife, his eyes revealing a fierce look.

However, having learned from his previous experience, he covered his eyes with his hand as he advanced, determined to give this immature teenager a good beating.

The boy took out a small bag of yellowish liquid from his pocket, and the bag was tied tightly.

What is this thing? Is it a diaper? What is he doing with this piece of junk? Is he throwing it at me?

Be funny!

Unexpectedly, the boy threw the bag of liquid into the air, assumed a baseball stance, and swung it hard.

The blow shattered the tightly tied plastic bag, causing the liquid inside to splatter out.

"What the hell is that?!"

The liquid, as hot as magma, rained down on the scarred man.

The scarred man retreated repeatedly, the burned area instantly turning red and swollen, even emitting a little white smoke.

It's hot rapeseed oil!

The boy was dressed very warmly and was not seriously injured.

But some hot oil splashed onto his eye sockets.

The boy wiped his hand with his sleeve, then raised his baseball bat and hit the scarred man on the shoulder.

He only used half his strength. These kinds of metal objects can hit people without restraint, and the boy was worried that he might kill them and get into unnecessary trouble with the law.

Unexpectedly, the scarred man's anger and adrenaline surge made him temporarily ignore the intense pain and stab the boy in the abdomen with his knife.

But the scarred man was also exhausted at this point. The boy easily dodged by slightly turning his body, and then hit the scarred man in the back with a baseball bat.

The scarred man finally couldn't hold on any longer, staggered forward a few steps, and collapsed to the ground.

"They actually resorted to such despicable tactics!" the scarred man shouted indignantly as he lay on the ground.

"You've already used a knife, so can't I use some props?" the boy retorted.

He crouched down and placed the metal baseball bat on the scarred man's head.

"When I passed by the store, I saw you bullying a mother and daughter. Is that true?"

The boy emphasized his identity as a passerby, afraid that the scarred man would associate him with the "himself" in the convenience store.

"They started it."

"Huh? They started it. If you just went to a noodle shop and had a nice meal, why would any of the staff beat you up?"

The boy rolled a metal baseball bat back and forth on the scarred man's head: "Next time, don't let me see you causing trouble outside, or else..."

Bang!

The boy slammed a metal baseball bat in front of the scarred man's face, the metallic vibrations echoing in his ears.

That should be fine, right?

The boy was about to leave with his baseball bat when the roar of several motorcycles came from the alley entrance.

The motorcycle stopped at the alley entrance, and several delinquent teenagers got off. They were all stronger and fiercer than the scarred man.

The leader was a brown-skinned man with a short, flat haircut, a cross necklace around his neck, and an earring. He was tall, imposing, and muscular, even giving the impression of having some Black ancestry.

Each of his two fists had a brass skull knuckle duster, and each of his four fingers had a skull on it.

In the back seat, a very attractive woman had her arm around his waist; her large breasts were slightly less than those of Mido Sakura.

However, above his chest, there were four neatly arranged skull tattoos, or rather, they looked more like scars from a punch inflicted by the brass knuckles of that thug boss.

The boy was intimidated by the delinquents' demeanor and retreated repeatedly. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, he found that there were many more delinquents behind him.

Their escape route was completely blocked.

The beautiful woman leaned against the man's side.

Their intimate behavior suggested a master-slave relationship rather than a romantic one.

"Boss Yoshioka, you've finally arrived!" The scarred man seemed to see a glimmer of hope and endured the excruciating pain as he got up from the ground.

Yoshioka, however, kicked the scarred man who had just gotten up back down.

The scarred man collapsed to the ground and fainted.

The boy's body began to tremble uncontrollably; the fear he felt for this man far surpassed that for Sister Akado.

The man bent his knees, squatted on the ground, and picked up the folding knife that the scarred man had dropped with two fingers.

Compared to his large hands, the folding knife looked exactly like a small craft knife used by students when doing homework.

"What a useless piece of trash. All he does is call for help, even brandishing a knife, yet he can't even beat a little kid."

Yoshioka glared at the boy, who felt a chill run down his spine.

Yoshioka then placed the pad of his thumb on the tip of the dagger and pressed down hard, bending the originally sharp tip of the knife.

It bent!

The boy resisted the fear that came from the depths of his heart and quickly put his mind to work.

This clearly violates the laws of physics. How could a mortal with a physical body possibly bend the tip of a metal knife?

Is he Superman?

impossible.

That must be one of Cecilia's props.

She once said that she had lost some mysterious items, and perhaps one of them was obtained by this Yoshioka.

what is it then?

The boy quickly looked Yoshioka up and down, looking for anything different about him.

Cross, earring, brass knuckles.

It's highly likely that he's wearing a knuckle duster; who in their right mind would wear a knuckle duster while riding a motorcycle all the time?

"Hey, you." Yoshioka tossed the wrecked knife aside and pointed it at the boy, "What's your name?"

"Hero B".

"Hero B? Haha, hahahaha." Yoshioka covered his face and laughed, his laughter loud and mocking.

"Haha, how old are you? Still so childish." The pretty girl next to him covered her mouth and chuckled.

The delinquent youths nearby were also laughing, and the whole alley was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Suddenly, Yoshioka's eyes widened in anger, and everyone else stopped smiling at the same time.

“That’s interesting. Take off your mask first,” Yoshioka ordered. “I don’t like people talking to me while they’re wearing masks.”

"Sorry, I have pollen allergies and can't take off my mask."

"You say it can't be picked?" Yoshioka's seemingly calm tone concealed his fury.

"I can't pick it." The boy was firm and refused to budge.

“I can’t pick them, okay, okay, okay,” Yoshioka strolled over to the boy.

The boy, unsure of what he was about to do, retreated repeatedly to keep his distance.

Until his back was pressed firmly against the cement wall.

Yoshioka suddenly swung his right fist, slamming it heavily against the wall.

The four skulls on the brass knuckles were embedded in the wall, creating four dents in the originally smooth surface. Cracks appeared around the dents, and you could even feel the building behind you swaying.

The speed of the punch was too fast to be seen with the naked eye; the fist appeared on the wall as if it had flashed.

You should know that when Akaza throws a punch, you can still see the afterimage.

Damn! He really is a superman.

Yoshioka grabbed Shirakawa's collar with his left hand and threatened fiercely, "I'll ask you one more time, are you going to take it off or not?"

96. A chaotic battle between two sides

Of course, the boy couldn't take off his mask. If his name and appearance were exposed, there would definitely be thugs coming to the school gate every day looking for revenge.

Yoshioka gripped the boy's collar tightly, glaring at him intently.

His eyes revealed a deep sense of mockery and murderous intent.

Today was supposed to be a happy date with my pretty girlfriend, but that scarred thug called me. I didn't want to get involved, but when I heard the noise on the other end of the line, I rushed over. I thought it was some troublemakers from another school, but it turned out to be just some ignorant brat.

He not only subdued the delinquents at Chenghuang High School, but also managed to keep the petty thugs in check.

Now this boy is openly challenging his authority, refusing to take off his mask even when asked.

This made him completely lose face in front of his underlings.

It's time to teach him a lesson!

Yoshioka raised his fist, ready to beat him up.

"Wait!" the boy shouted.