Takashi's fighting style had no form—just pure rage, brute strength, and near-human-limit dodging ability.

In less than three minutes of fighting, the ground was littered with people groaning and bleeding, some faces a mess of blood.

Meanwhile, Takashi and the Ryuju crew hadn't lost a single man.

It wasn't that they were incredibly strong like Master Ip Man taking on ten at once. If you looked closely, you'd see all of them were wounded in some way.

They lacked Takashi's evasion skills and naturally took hits during the brawl.

But they didn't care. Pain only awakened the primal savagery in these upright-walking apes.

Sometimes, once injured, a man thinks of nothing but how to kill the enemy.

Seeing the feral expressions and twisted faces of the Ryuju crew, Goya Takeshi's gang started panicking.

They called themselves a "violent group," but compared to the Ryuju crew, they were totally different beasts.

At best, they were just a bunch of idle delinquents who bullied others in this small area, like local teen gangs back in China.

After a beating, they'd become much more docile.

Regular folks might not dare to provoke them, but to yakuza like the Ryuju crew—who treated prison like their second home—these guys weren't even worth kidnapping.

Realizing things had gone south, Goya Takeshi didn't say a word. He just turned and ran.

Some sharper-eyed gangsters saw him flee and scattered too.

"Eliminate the root." That principle is carved into the bones of the Chinese.

Takashi wasn't about to let him go. He grabbed his baton and chased after him.

Momo followed too.

The cameraman, highly dedicated to his craft, hoisted the camera and ran after them full speed.

He thought: If I film this well today, forget a bonus—I could sit on my boss's head and eat lunch and nobody would complain.

Goya Takeshi wasn't as fast as Takashi, but he knew the area. With some twisting and turning, he managed to avoid being caught for a bit.

But he couldn't shake Takashi off.

He felt like Takashi was stuck to him like gum on a shoe.

"Did I kill your parents or something?" he cursed mentally.

You beat my son, brought a mob to beat me—and now I'm still the victim here!

But running now, he didn't dare curse out loud—for fear he'd lose his breath.

After a solid five-minute sprint, as Goya Takeshi tried to climb over a short wall, Takashi grabbed his shoulder and yanked him down hard.

Then swung his baton right into the man's head.

"Run! Keep running! Didn't you like running so much? Run another lap for me!"

With a crack of the baton, Goya Takeshi cried out in pain.

Takashi was sweating buckets from the chase. When Goya grimaced, Takashi thought he was being defiant and started beating him senselessly.

"You still dare to bare your teeth at me?! You think you're tough?!"

"If I don't beat you into submission today, I'll take your damn surname!"

Goya Takeshi felt completely wronged.

Was I being defiant?

I was just too hurt to talk!

But could he even talk back now?

Clutching his head, he shouted, "Officer, please! Stop! I surrender! I'm a law-abiding citizen! Totally law-abiding!"

Momo caught up and raised her bat, joining in.

Takashi went for the head. Ryuju went for the legs. Their teamwork was flawless.

"Trying to run, huh?!"

"You should be honored I'm hitting you!"

"You still dare run?!"

"I'll break your damn legs today!"

Like hell I'd stand and wait for both of you to beat me!

Goya Takeshi finally understood how ordinary people felt when they encountered him.

When a scholar meets a brute, reason no longer matters.

After beating him until he twitched on the ground, Takashi finally stopped.

He looked back. Hm—the cameraman hadn't caught up yet.

He stopped Momo from swinging again. "Did you bring it?"

"I did." Ryuju pulled something wrapped in cloth from under her skirt and handed it to him.

Takashi unwrapped it. Inside was a Makarov pistol.

"What do you want that for?" Ryuju asked curiously.

"You know what cops do after they shoot people by 'mistake'?"

"What?"

"Watch carefully. Learn."

Takashi put on gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, flipped the safety, shoved the gun into Goya Takeshi's hand, then pointed it at his own chest—protected by a bulletproof vest.

Then he hesitated, took off the vest, and set it against the wall.

No way I'm gambling on whether that vest is substandard.

Takashi pulled the trigger. A flash, a loud bang echoed through the area.

Gunfire.

Hearing the shot, the female officer froze.

She quickly snapped out of it and drew her pistol: "Everyone drop your weapons! Hands on your head! Crouch down now!"

School bullying might be a criminal act—

—but a gunshot? That's another level entirely.

The Ryuju crew knew what was going on.

Even before the police said anything, they had already dropped their weapons and crouched down in practiced formation.

On the other side, in shock and disbelief, Momo watched as Takashi quickly slipped the bulletproof vest back on, sprinkled some blood at the scene, bit down on a blood pack in his mouth, then collapsed to the ground.

Apparently finding the ground too dirty, Takashi even pulled Momo down and rested his head on her lap as he pretended to be dead.

"You planned this all along, didn't you?"

Right now, Momo wasn't even thinking about whether he was taking advantage of her. She just stared at him with a weird look.

"Of course."

Japan might not be as strict as China when it comes to gun control, but it's still incredibly tight.

Legal firearms are restricted to hunting and sports shooting, and are heavily regulated.

As for handguns—completely banned for personal possession.

The assassination of Abe-chan on that mountaintop just a few years ago led to zero tolerance from law enforcement.

Getting caught with a gun? Heavy sentence guaranteed.

Anything gun-related becomes a top-priority case.

Campus bullying might only get you detained for a few days, but what about injuring someone with a firearm?

According to Japanese criminal law, injuring someone with a firearm is a criminal offense, and the specific penalty depends on the nature and severity of the crime.

Murder: punishable by death, life imprisonment, or a fixed-term imprisonment of three years or more.

Injury: depending on the degree, it can lead to various terms of imprisonment, even life in severe cases.

Now imagine if the person you injured was a well-known public figure, and also the boyfriend of a conglomerate heiress?

Honestly, Takashi didn't even want to imagine how miserable Goya Takeshi would be after this.

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