"Hah—!?"
Kijima Yoichi used the standard delinquent tone.
He took a step forward and stood in front of Hayato.
Then he bent down slightly.
Staring into Hayato's eyes from below.
"What's wrong with you, you idiot—!!" Kijima Yoichi shouted in a hoarse voice.
His crude voice made everyone around him tremble.
That was also why no one dared to come to the girl's aid.
You dare to disrupt a delinquent's pick-up plan without knowing your own strength? You might get beaten up, you know.
"Hey, kid."
The other refined Wingman came over, patted Hayato's shoulder, and whispered, "I'll give you a chance, leave quickly, or you'll regret it."
His smiling demeanor was quite cute.
If it weren't for his clear, precise articulation,
Just by looking at his expression, one would definitely think he was saying something nice to Hayato.
Hayato scratched his face, but he still stood in front of the girl, not moving an inch.
Kijima Yoichi grabbed Hayato's collar and angrily said, "Bastard! What's your name!?"
"Wait."
The girl behind Hayato spoke, her voice still delicate, as if squeezed from her throat, pleasant but a bit forced. In contrast, her eyes were much more serious; she intended to step between Hayato and Kijima Yoichi: "You let go of him first. Where are you going, I…"
This young man stood up for her, which was an act of courage, and she should be grateful. If he were to be harmed because of her, it would become her fault, so the girl did not intend to rely on the young man's outstretched wings.
But before she could finish, Hayato waved his hand, cutting her off.
He pursed his lips, smiled a little awkwardly, and then calmly uttered two words in answer to Kijima Yoichi's question:
"Your father."
"?" The girl was also slightly taken aback.
This boy seemed more flamboyant than he appeared on the surface…
"!!"
Kijima Yoichi's eyes suddenly widened.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
He let go of Hayato's collar and then pushed his shoulder.
This was a standard opening move for delinquent fights, a symbol of "taunt" more than actual damage.
It was mainly to provoke, to provoke and create distance.
If the other party was still aggressive, then it would be a direct punch.
However—
After Kijima Yoichi pushed, Hayato remained motionless, as if his feet were rooted to the floor.
"?"
Kijima Yoichi was stunned, completely unable to understand why Hayato's lower body was so stable.
Hayato smiled slightly, asking, "Do you understand the value of Thousand-Pound Drop EX?"
Then he reached out his hand.
"Fantasy Killer: Your right hand is a little stronger than others."
With a strong push on Kijima Yoichi's shoulder, Kijima Yoichi stumbled back a few steps, caught off guard.
Then he landed on his backside on the ground.
The subway station entrance erupted in an uproar.
People might not meddle, but they would certainly watch a good show.
Although it was just a shove between Kijima Yoichi and Hayato, not yet reaching the point of direct physical confrontation, Hayato's easy counter-attack was indeed unexpected.
After all, Hayato looked thin and weak, and unremarkable—
Eh? No, at first glance, that face was a bit handsome.
Upon closer inspection, holy cow, even more handsome!!
Many young girls, after clearly seeing Hayato's face, fell into a state of infatuation, wishing they could be rescued by such a handsome guy if they were ever approached.
But for them, the problem wasn't just the lack of handsome guys.
The first problem they had to face was that there wasn't even anyone willing to approach them.
Alas!
Kijima Yoichi lost face greatly.
What was even worse was that he wasn't even sure how he lost face.
He angrily sprang up with a carp-like maneuver, about to raise his fist and smash it towards Hayato's cheek.
But the powerful fist hadn't even touched Hayato's cheek.
"Wait, Brother Yangyi!"
The Wingman stopped him.
Kijima Yoichi:!?
"What are you doing? Get out of the way! Watch me beat this brat until he's looking for his teeth all over the ground!!" Kijima Yoichi roared.
Among the onlookers, many were already rubbing their fists.
Fight, fight!
Oh, oh, this Sishouxia Chaya Station is already a mess!
They were dissatisfied with the Wingman's actions, but no one dared to glare at him secretly.
"From Baiqiu High School?" The Wingman narrowed his eyes.
He, who could remain so calm, seemed even more dangerous than the wildly shouting Kijima Yoichi.
"From Baiqiu High School," Hayato admitted generously.
"What's your name?" The Wingman asked again.
"Your father," Hayato said again.
He originally wanted to say "An Shi-kun who commits arson and murder," but he imagined that if he really said that, the brat might get beaten up, so he gave up.
"Good." The Wingman smiled.
It wasn't a genuine smile, but rather one born of anger. He pointed his slightly lowered hand in the air at Hayato's nose: "I'll remember you. Be careful when you walk from now on."
Hayato nodded.
The Wingman then quickly pulled Kijima Yoichi away. The latter, as he left, still had some complaints, muttering words like "What are you doing? Am I afraid of him? Let go of me."
"That brat is suspicious, probably not easy to deal with," the Wingman said sharply, then whispered, "We remember his appearance. As long as the green hills are there, there's no need to worry about not having firewood!"
Kijima Yoichi was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Call people, beat him together." The Wingman's mouth curved into a dangerous arc. "I remember, Brother Yangyi, you know some powerful people, right? Ask them for help, that way it'll be foolproof."
Kijima Yoichi suddenly laughed "Haha," then patted the Wingman's shoulder hard:
"As expected of you, kid, quite insidious."
The Wingman's smile grew even more sinister. He licked his lips: "We can first investigate if that kid has a girlfriend. Then—hehe, maybe we can even have some fun, tie him up, and make him watch a live broadcast… see if he's still arrogant."
Looking at the Wingman's eyes, even Kijima Yoichi felt a chill down his spine.
"…You're really becoming more and more like 'that person'," he said.
"I don't have a virgin complex," the Wingman said with a brilliant smile.
Kijima Yoichi pulled out his phone: "Anyway, I'll go notify the guys from the Karate Club first."
Just as he was about to make a call, two JK students in Baiqiu High School uniforms walked past him.
These little things were quite unique, their appearance could only be described as a masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship. Their charming expressions and smiles wouldn't normally attract Kijima Yoichi's attention.
But what they said deeply interested him.
"Was that person just now… Hayato from our class?"
"Yes, yes, it must be. He's so handsome I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash."
Kijima Yoichi glanced at the Wingman.
The latter's smile grew even more sinister.
See, now they even know his name.
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