"Ha, what are you talking about? What yakuza? How could yakuza possibly appear near Sobu High?"
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru like he was an idiot, continuously mocking him with sharp words.
Yakuza coming? Sobu High was a prestigious Tokyo school full of wealthy heirs. There weren't even many delinquents around, let alone yakuza daring to cause trouble nearby.
Saying this, she still couldn't help but turn around to look.
The next moment, her pretty face immediately froze.
She saw several tall men in black suits with tattoos and ear piercings walking over.
These people stared coldly at Haru and her direction. Although expressionless, they gave off an extremely intimidating, fierce aura.
Instantly, Yumiko Miura's pretty face turned pale, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of terror.
She clearly understood that these men in black suits weren't the petty delinquents from campus, nor the street punks who raced motorcycles and caused trouble.
They were real organized crime members.
And they were specifically walking toward them.
"Could it be that my gyaru appearance attracted these guys?"
Yumiko Miura swallowed hard.
Gyaru style was essentially imitating delinquent girls' appearance, so attracting such trash seemed quite normal.
Thinking this, Yumiko Miura's legs went weak, and she instinctively moved closer to Haru.
She talked tough, but actually wanted nothing to do with yakuza.
However, the next moment, Yumiko Miura realized she had misunderstood.
"Kid, come with us."
The several yakuza surrounded Haru and Yumiko from front, back, left, and right.
They deliberately showed fierce expressions, coldly staring at Haru.
Yumiko Miura had never seen real organized crime members. She was instantly terrified by those scary expressions, trembling as she couldn't help but grab Haru's clothes.
She also showed a puzzled look, not expecting these gang members to come not because of her gyaru appearance, but looking for Haru.
Why would Haru be involved with organized crime? Yumiko Miura's mind was in chaos.
Compared to Yumiko Miura's tough exterior but weak interior, Haru was much calmer.
Having been followed since leaving school, and now with several yakuza appearing.
Haru already realized they came with ill intentions.
He glanced calmly at the several yakuza: "Who sent you?"
"Hah?"
A crew-cut man with piercings in both ears immediately glared at Haru, reaching his right hand toward Haru's necktie: "Listen here, brat, when we tell you to come with us, you come. What are you talking about—ahh—"
Before his hand could reach over.
Haru casually slapped the crew-cut man's face. The man's face instantly deformed, his body seeming to receive some heavy blow. With a loud bang, he was violently thrown to the ground, rolling several times.
Instantly, the other gang members were stunned.
Yumiko Miura was also dumbfounded.
No one had expected that faced with these organized crime members, Haru, a student, would dare to attack without warning.
And his attack was so vicious.
"Bastard!"
The next moment, the remaining three gang members reacted, their faces becoming ferocious as they raised their fists toward Haru.
"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"
Facing the yakuza's group attack, Haru didn't even move his feet, simply extending his right hand and slapping each of the three once.
Instantly, these three yakuza fell to the ground like the previous one, screaming in pain.
Yumiko Miura's pretty face immediately froze.
Her eyes were full of shock.
She never would have expected that the yakuza she considered so terrifying would be so easily defeated by Haru.
And when Haru dealt with the yakuza earlier, his casual manner made even Yumiko Miura feel her heart flutter.
She had to admit.
It was really too cool.
However, then Yumiko Miura came to her senses and hurriedly said:
"Haru, we should leave here quickly."
Being targeted by delinquents was already huge trouble, let alone organized crime.
No matter how much Yumiko Miura cared about face, she knew when to care about face and when to back down.
"No rush."
Haru shook his head, looking at the crew-cut man groaning on the ground, a smile appearing on his face: "Tell me, what's your background? Why are you looking for me?"
"Bastard—"
The crew-cut man gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at Haru, completely unwilling to answer Haru's questions.
But the next moment, his body trembled, his fierce face became calm, and his gaze became vacant:
"We're members of the Ikemoto Group. The boss made a deal with Yamashita Corporation to bring someone named Haru to the company."
"Damn you, betraying the organization!"
The other yakuza exploded in rage upon hearing this, shouting angrily.
They were all somewhat incredulous, not expecting their brother to become a traitor so quickly without even being tortured.
"Quiet."
Haru raised an eyebrow. Instantly, the other three yakuza became like the crew-cut man, becoming dazed.
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru with suspicion: "What's wrong with these people?"
The yakuza who had been so arrogant before, remaining defiant even after being beaten, had become obedient after just one word from Haru.
No matter how slow, Yumiko Miura realized something was off about Haru.
"Yamashita Corporation..."
Haru didn't answer Yumiko Miura but understood.
He finally knew where these guys came from.
Yamashita Corporation.
Among people who had grudges against him, besides Yamashita Yukou's background, there wouldn't be anyone else.
This guy could become baseball club captain and use public opinion to pressure girls everywhere while facing no consequences himself. It was obviously impossible for him to have no backing at Sobu High.
"Yamashita Corporation is Yamashita Yukou's father's company. How would he target you?"
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru.
Although she disliked Haru, she had never wanted him to be targeted by organized crime, so she couldn't help but give Haru some information.
She was also puzzled why Yamashita Yukou's family company would specifically hire organized crime to deal with Haru.
But then she remembered what had happened recently.
Instantly, her beautiful eyes widened as she couldn't help but look at Haru:
"Could it be—you were the one who did that to Yamashita Yukou?"
She naturally knew about Yamashita Yukou targeting Haru, and then suddenly Yamashita Yukou suffered such humiliation.
Thinking about it now, Haru was indeed suspect.
She hadn't suspected Haru before because she didn't think he could do such things.
But now, seeing Haru's terrifying abilities, she began to suspect him.
"I did it."
Haru smiled faintly. At this moment, there was nothing embarrassing about admitting it. He had long passed the stage of needing to hide his abilities: "However, they shouldn't have evidence to prove it was me, right?"
"Evidence?"
Hearing Haru admit it, Yumiko Miura thought "as expected," but hearing Haru's latter words, she sneered, looking at Haru like he was an idiot: "Yamashita Corporation is a real estate company with reportedly huge influence in both legal and illegal circles, even connected to financial conglomerates. If they suspect it was you, they don't need evidence at all. Law means nothing to them."
As a popular person, Yumiko Miura wasn't just playing around. She was very informed about various students' information on campus, clearly knowing who could be provoked and who absolutely couldn't be.
Yamashita Yukou, being at the campus pinnacle, had his background spread throughout the school, so Yumiko Miura naturally knew these things.
"That's right."
Haru nodded: "Law isn't taken seriously by such people. Trying to reason with them legally is asking for trouble."
"I advise you to contact the school quickly."
Yumiko Miura glanced at Haru: "Although you're good at fighting, those organized crime members have guns."
Yumiko Miura admitted Haru's fighting was impressive—being able to crush a rock with one foot was inhumanly abnormal.
But such power meant nothing to those gang members who could use guns.
Organized crime wasn't something students could handle.
"Contact the school?"
Haru glanced at Yumiko Miura and chuckled. Ever since he noticed those people were yakuza, Haru had no intention of letting the people behind this live.
Deploying organized crime against him had already threatened his life.
Facing such people and still letting them live—wasn't that a joke?
"The school might not offend a big company like Yamashita Corporation for my sake. Who knows, maybe someone on the school's board of directors has received funding from Yamashita Corporation."
Thinking this, Haru didn't reveal his true intentions but sneered.
Hearing this, Yumiko Miura fell silent, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of worry as she looked at Haru.
No matter what, Yumiko Miura's personality wasn't bad. Seeing a classmate—even one she disliked—encounter such trouble, she felt sympathy.
Moreover, if something happened to Haru, Yui would definitely be very sad. Yumiko Miura certainly didn't want that to happen.
After thinking, she still said: "But contacting a teacher would be better than facing organized crime alone."
"That's not necessary."
Haru smiled faintly, suddenly having an idea as he looked at Yumiko Miura with a grin: "Miura, want to have a more exciting date?"
"You perverted guy, even at a time like this you're still talking about dating?"
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru irritably.
When his life was in danger, he was still bringing up dating.
"How could such a small matter affect our date?"
Haru was nonchalant, then chuckled: "Want to see what a real organized crime headquarters looks like? I'll take you to see it."
"Are you crazy!" Yumiko Miura's pretty face immediately became anxious: "Do you want to seek revenge on the Ikemoto Group? That's organized crime—they have guns!"
"Guns? That's even better."
Haru sneered: "You should have watched plenty of movies like this. The protagonist couple breaks into criminal organizations, defeats the big boss, then lives happily ever after."
"You could only see it in movies before, but now I'll let you experience it firsthand."
"I won't accompany you in your madness."
Yumiko Miura said irritably: "Haru, don't do anything stupid. So what if you can crush rocks with one foot? Can you really stop bullets?"
"I can." Haru nodded.
"Then you still—" Yumiko Miura was about to say that since Haru admitted he couldn't stop bullets, he was seeking death, but then realized she had misheard.
Haru actually said he could stop bullets?
She couldn't believe such words and said angrily:
"What kind of joke is this? At a time like this!"
However, the next second, she was dumbfounded again.
"Do any of you have guns?" Haru looked at the gang members.
"No."
The yakuza controlled by Haru answered everything asked, shaking their heads in unison.
"Too bad, can't prove it."
Haru looked at Yumiko Miura.
After all, taking someone to organized crime headquarters was too stimulating for a girl like Yumiko Miura.
Without giving her some sense of security, she definitely wouldn't agree.
However, these people who came to trouble Haru didn't bring firearms.
Come to think of it, even yakuza couldn't casually bring guns outside.
"Ahh, what's wrong with you!"
Yumiko Miura was about to explode. This guy was actually planning to prove it?
Was his brain broken?
"I'm calling Hiratsuka-sensei!"
Yumiko Miura took out her phone, determined to tell their homeroom teacher about this.
Otherwise, if Haru continued his madness, this guy would really storm the organized crime headquarters alone.
However, as soon as she took out her phone, she suddenly found she couldn't move.
"What's happening?"
Yumiko Miura was puzzled—why couldn't she move?
Then, the next moment, something even more shocking happened.
She found her arm was actively handing her phone to Haru.
Then Haru put the phone in his own pocket.
"Ha... Haru, what's going on!" Yumiko Miura was stunned, stammering as she looked at Haru.
She was absolutely horrified.
She couldn't believe her body movements were being controlled by Haru.
"This is called hypnosis."
Haru smiled slightly: "As long as I want, I can make Miura do anything."
Haru had long sworn not to use mental power to control people around him into puppets.
That referred to controlling their minds.
Controlling movements naturally wasn't included.
"Hyp... hypnosis?"
Yumiko Miura swallowed hard.
She looked at Haru with shock.
Then she couldn't help but look at those gang members.
Finally realizing what had been bothering her before.
Those gang members had suddenly become docile and obedient, answering whatever Haru asked.
What kind of organized crime was this? They were worse than delinquents.
Even if delinquents were severely beaten, they wouldn't immediately submit but would instead make threats.
"Could it be that you hypnotized them too?"
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru incredulously, her beautiful eyes flashing with disbelief: "What... what exactly are you?"
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