"What am I?"
Haru's face showed a faint smile: "I'm just an ordinary extraordinary being. However, I'm the only extraordinary being in this world."
"Extra... extraordinary being?"
Yumiko Miura's beautiful eyes were dazed, showing an expression like "are you kidding me?"
There were no such things as extraordinary beings in this world.
But thinking about her current situation being controlled by Haru.
This wasn't any scientific method.
Then she remembered Haru's terrifying strength in crushing rocks with one foot, and the terrifying speed he had shown in that tennis match before.
Yumiko Miura's heart immediately surged with shock.
She realized that Haru probably wasn't deceiving her.
This guy really was such an extraordinary being.
"Do people like you really exist in this world?" For a moment, Yumiko Miura's gaze toward Haru completely changed—awe, shock, and curiosity.
After all, this was real extraordinary power, not from movies or novels.
Did this world really have another hidden world that ordinary people couldn't access?
"Haven't you seen it with your own eyes?"
Haru said nonchalantly, then looked at Yumiko Miura with a smile: "Now you can feel at ease going to storm the organized crime headquarters with me, right?"
Hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed across Yumiko Miura's pretty face.
As a gyaru, she was naturally very interested in such thrilling activities.
But seeking thrills didn't mean seeking death. Going to such a dangerous place as organized crime headquarters was obviously too dangerous.
But thinking again, Haru was an extraordinary being—a superhuman.
With him there, following along should be safe.
For a moment, Yumiko Miura hesitated, not knowing whether to agree.
"Forget it, I'll decide this matter. Let's go."
Seeing Yumiko Miura hesitating without giving an answer, Haru simply stopped asking for her opinion.
He didn't want to delay dealing with the Ikemoto Group and Yamashita Corporation. These guys dared to disturb the tiger on its mountain—if he didn't deal with them, Haru's thoughts wouldn't be clear.
"Wait—"
Yumiko Miura was immediately startled: "I haven't decided yet."
But then she found her body moving uncontrollably, following Haru.
Now she clearly understood that Haru had no intention of asking her opinion.
Instantly, Yumiko Miura was furious—this guy was still so detestable.
"Let me go, I'll walk by myself!"
Having no choice, she could only grit her teeth and shout.
"OK."
Haru smiled slightly and directly withdrew his mental power.
He had the gang members lead the way.
"Are we really going?"
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru worriedly: "That's organized crime."
No matter how she thought about it, she felt uneasy.
"Organized crime?"
Haru sneered: "I'm an extraordinary being. What do organized crime members matter compared to an extraordinary being?"
"Extraordinary being..."
Yumiko Miura looked at Haru, speechless.
Indeed, compared to an extraordinary being, what did organized crime amount to?
Compared to her previous arrogance toward Haru, Yumiko Miura now couldn't be arrogant at all.
She had already realized what kind of existence Haru was. Forget Hayato Hayama—even those financial conglomerate heirs and noble family children probably meant nothing compared to Haru.
No wonder so many girls liked this guy.
At this time, several gang members had arrived at a van.
There were two more people inside—the same two who had been following Haru from the school gate.
But before they could speak, Haru directly projected his mental power and completely controlled them.
Haru directly got into the van, looking at the restless Yumiko Miura with a half-smile: "Get in, Miura."
"Are we really going?" Yumiko Miura was still somewhat uneasy. After all, for a girl like her, organized crime was indeed too frightening. "Let's not go, Haru—ah—"
Before she finished speaking, she was pulled into Haru's embrace.
Her delicate body pressed close to Haru, her pretty face immediately turning red, her beautiful eyes full of shame and anger: "Hentai! What are you doing? Let me go!"
"We're on a date, aren't we?"
Haru chuckled softly, with no intention of releasing Yumiko Miura.
Having displayed his extraordinary abilities, how could he possibly let Yumiko Miura go?
"If we're dating, how can a couple act like ordinary classmates playing around?"
"It's just a date—we're not actually a couple!"
Yumiko Miura's pretty face was pink, silver teeth clenched, but her heart was completely panicked.
She had always worried that Haru would take advantage of his power to force himself on her.
She had thought this guy wasn't that thick-skinned.
She hadn't expected him to be even more shameless than she imagined, so eager to reveal his true nature.
"Scumbag, you're taking advantage of me—aren't you afraid Yui will find out?"
Yumiko Miura bit her lips, her cheeks burning.
However, for some reason, despite saying this, she felt no disgust in her heart. Instead, a strange emotion welled up.
"Haha, you know Yui likes me, yet you deliberately went on a date with me."
Haru lifted Yumiko Miura's chin, a playful glint in his eyes: "If anyone should feel ashamed about betraying Yui, it should be you."
"I was just trying to keep her from falling into your clutches, you scumbag. Let me go quickly."
Yumiko Miura's body tensed, her heart racing, but she stubbornly argued back: "Otherwise I'll definitely tell Yui about this."
"That's fine. If you tell Yui, I'll make you take maternity leave next year." Haru chuckled, saying words that made Yumiko Miura's pretty face turn completely red.
"Hentai! Terrible! Pervert! How dare you do such a thing, I—mmph—"
Before she could finish, her mouth was sealed. Instantly, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
Her first kiss—just taken like that?
...
Until they got out of the car.
Yumiko Miura's pretty face was completely red, glaring at Haru with shame and anger.
But she didn't dare say a single harsh word anymore.
The entire half-hour journey.
Had nearly suffocated her.
"Shameless scumbag, actually doing such things to me."
Yumiko Miura's heart was full of grievance and indignation, her face red as a steamer, steaming hot, her heart pounding wildly.
After all, this was her first kiss—just gone like that. How could she not feel unwilling?
What made her even more annoyed was discovering that this guy Haru was extraordinarily skilled.
Before Haru, she was like an innocent little white rabbit, completely at his mercy without any ability to fight back.
Obviously, this guy was a playboy who had definitely kissed plenty of girls.
"We've arrived."
Haru looked toward an office building at the entrance.
With a thought, he sensed everyone inside the office.
"Hypnotize the surveillance room first."
His eyes flashed.
Instantly, inside the office, the people in charge of surveillance became dazed.
Then they directly moved their mouse and turned off the surveillance.
"What... what are you planning to do?"
Thinking about the terrifying organized crime group across from them, Yumiko Miura's pretty face paled as she swallowed hard.
No matter what, organized crime was still too frightening in her mind.
"Just walk right in."
Haru walked forward nonchalantly.
"Wait, you bastard, you're controlling me again! Stop it—"
Yumiko Miura had originally hesitated, not daring to move forward, but the next moment she found her body completely out of control.
She actively followed along, her previous awe of Haru immediately replaced by anger.
More than ten minutes later.
In the boss's office of the Ikemoto Group.
Yumiko Miura stared blankly at the scene before her.
At this moment, Yumiko Miura was sitting in Haru's lap like a pet.
Her sitting position was much more intimate than in the car.
But right now, Yumiko Miura wasn't as shy as before—instead, she was more shocked by the scene in front of her.
She saw that ahead, a ground full of organized crime members were all kneeling obediently on the floor.
The leader, an old man, was trembling uncontrollably, looking at Haru with terror.
This old man was the head of the Ikemoto Group, Ikemoto Tsuyoshi.
In Tokyo's organized crime world, he was a famous big shot.
Now he was trembling like a frightened mouse.
"Miura, what do you think we should do with these dirty rats?"
Haru didn't even look at the organized crime members on the ground, instead smiling as he asked Yumiko Miura: "Want to see the finger-cutting ritual of organized crime groups?"
"Are you a devil!"
Yumiko Miura's pretty face immediately changed as she couldn't help but say, then quickly stopped him:
"Don't do that! I can't stand to see such scenes."
The previous events had made Yumiko Miura fully recognize Haru's terrifying nature.
These frightening, fierce gang members were like a bunch of toys before Haru.
Haru had walked in openly, and the gang members had no resistance whatsoever—they were controlled by Haru and turned into puppets.
Only the Ikemoto Group's leader retained consciousness but was restrained by his own subordinates.
Haru hadn't even lifted a finger to control the entire Ikemoto Group.
It was unthinkable and too terrifying no matter how she thought about it.
She knew that with those people under Haru's control, if he just said a word, they would probably comply 100%.
Yumiko Miura didn't dare witness such bloody scenes.
This wasn't watching a movie—these were real people.
"Sir, please don't kill me! I'm very useful! As long as you spare me, I'll do anything!"
Ikemoto Tsuyoshi trembled in terror. No matter how tough an organized crime member was, faced with Haru's god-like or demon-like methods, they would be thoroughly frightened.
This was completely beyond his comprehension.
He now regretted it immensely. If he had known that Yamashita Corporation wanted him to deal with such a terrifying existence, he would rather have twisted off the Yamashita Corporation boss's head.
"Tell me, what did Yamashita Corporation want you to do to me?"
Haru asked indifferently.
"He—"
Ikemoto Tsuyoshi swallowed hard, about to answer when his eyes flickered: "The Yamashita family only wanted me to bring you over, sir, to question whether you had any connection to what happened to their young master."
"You're not being honest."
Haru sneered and directly hypnotized the old guy.
Ikemoto Tsuyoshi's body trembled, then he said blankly: "The Yamashita family gave me ten million yen to interrogate you about whether you were involved in that incident. If you did it, they wanted me to dump you in Tokyo Bay."
Obviously, Ikemoto Tsuyoshi hadn't dared tell the truth before, fearing that if Haru knew the truth, he would directly blame him.
After all, if his subordinates had succeeded, he would have become Haru's murderer.
He had no idea that Haru could directly hypnotize his mind and extract the truth.
This self-clever behavior had instead doomed him completely.
Yumiko Miura opened her mouth in disbelief.
Although she had already guessed that Yamashita Corporation wanted revenge on Haru, she hadn't expected their methods to be so ruthless—directly wanting to dump someone in Tokyo Bay.
This was truly disregarding human life.
"Ten million yen—is my life worth so little?"
Haru rolled his eyes speechlessly.
However, after hearing about Yamashita Corporation's revenge methods, he felt completely at ease.
This way, sending the Yamashita father and son to their deaths would give him even less guilt.
"But sending them directly to their deaths might be too easy on them?"
Haru's eyes flashed: "I heard that Japanese organized crime likes to sell people to Siberia... forget it, let's just send them to Tokyo Bay."
Haru dismissed that thought.
This minor character should be dealt with quickly—no need to waste more effort.
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