It was still the hair salon.
Snake Mound George sat on the sofa, leisurely fiddling with his phone.
And Peerless, a rare sight, along with Miyajima Sosaku, sat far away.
The two were rubbing their phones while friendly exchanging something.
"You idiot. I told you to go bottom lane, go bottom lane, go bottom lane, why aren't you there?"
"I'm already bottom lane, where are you?!"
"It's already G, we're going to lose if you're this slow, don't you know?!"
"I'm not there."
Snake Mound George had no time to care about the daily lives of these idiotic subordinates. He typed on the virtual keyboard of his phone screen with nimble fingers.
A moment later, he suddenly spoke:
"The Miyajima matter is settled."
"Huh? What, what, let me finish this game…" Peerless said, then scolded: "Hey Mr. So, we're in a team fight, why did your operations stop…"
Peerless spoke halfway, then seemed to realize something and quickly stopped what he was doing.
He looked squarely at his boss.
…But his heart couldn't stop complaining.
Damn, I'm playing ranked, damn it.
"…Settled?" Miyajima Sosaku narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Heh, your old man has been in the hospital for quite a while, and he still hasn't woken up, it seems." Snake Mound George said faintly: "What can those two women in your family accomplish? I'll first use the old man's safety to control Miyajima Tsubaki, then use the mother to control the daughter… After that, isn't it easy to have the mother and daughter serve one man together?"
Mother and daughter serving together…
Peerless had seen those two sisters.
The younger one was beautiful.
The older one was even more beautiful.
The younger one was voluptuous.
The older one was even more voluptuous.
If they could both serve…
Peerless didn't know what comment would be best to make.
He could only say,
Alas, I am uncultured, so a single 'awesome' can conquer the world.
"Heh…"
Snake Mound George looked at Peerless, who was constantly swallowing saliva, naturally understanding his thoughts. "Don't be so quick to think with your lower body," he said. "Call some people to go with me to Shikenjaya. Let's 'handle' the older one first. Once I've finished training her, you'll have your chance to enjoy yourself later."
"Handle the ass, hehe, handle the ass…"
Peerless made a '??' gesture, bent his waist slightly, then scratched his crotch and started to walk out, preparing to call people.
At the same time, he added in his heart, for someone like me who always thinks with his lower body, it means… it means I have a root of wisdom.
Snake Mound George then looked at Miyajima Sosaku, who remained where he was:
"How about it? Brother Mr. So, do you want to come with me? I'll show you a great show."
Saying that, he laughed lewdly, "Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe…"
Miyajima Sosaku knew Snake Mound George's methods for dealing with women.
If his sister and niece fell into his hands, they would never have a good end… But Miyajima Sosaku not only didn't feel sad or disgusted, he even felt a rare surge of sexual interest.
The guy who couldn't move his lower body at all seemed to feel a slight pain… He didn't know if it was phantom pain or not.
"Will Tsubaki go?" Miyajima Sosaku asked.
Snake Mound George sneered and shook his phone. On it was the text message chat interface.
"Don't worry, she… will definitely come."
"…Good." Miyajima Sosaku also started to laugh.
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"Who sent the text message?"
Near Kichijoji Station.
At Nanao Akane's house.
Hayato sat cross-legged on the bed, while Nanao Akane sat at her desk, sadly working on complex math homework. As she wrote, she secretly cursed Lin-chan for being a beast. Not only did he not do anything intimate with his girlfriend, but he also didn't take her out to play. Instead, he seriously pulled out a newly bought math test paper and made her write it.
Girls generally call boys with dirty minds 'beasts'...
As for Hayato's behavior, it was worse than a beast!
Just as she was gritting her teeth and muttering, she heard a 'ding-dong'... Huh, so Lin-chan had his ringer on? Nanao Akane thought... Then why did he always ignore her messages, saying he didn't see them? He probably just didn't want to reply, darn it!
"...A friend."
Hayato glanced at his phone, then jumped off the bed.
"W-where are you going?" Nanao Akane quickly asked.
"Just stepping out, have some things to handle," Hayato said with a light chuckle. "You keep doing your homework, I'll be back soon."
"Oh..."
Nanao Akane nodded.
Then she noticed... Hayato said it casually, but his tone seemed to carry a certain determination...?
Was it her imagination?
She had a feeling that those 'things' wouldn't be so simple to deal with.
"Be careful on your way, y-you," Nanao Akane said, then asked, "Coming back for dinner?"
"Coming back for dinner," Hayato said.
"Okay." Nanao Akane nodded, returning her gaze to the test paper.
If it's Lin-chan, no matter how difficult the matter, he'll be able to figure out a way to handle it, right?
Nanao Akane thought.
Hayato walked out of the room and glanced at his phone.
'If you don't want Miyajima to fall apart, come find me under the ** bridge in Shikenjaya...'"
Hayato didn't read the rest of the text.
He only needed to know the sender was... 'Snake Mound George'.
...
Under the bridge arch.
A truck was parked beside Snake Mound George.
He stood there smoking.
Beside him, Peerless was impatiently eager to fire cannons, constantly on his tiptoes, peering into the distance.
Seeing no one yet.
Peerless then started talking to Miyajima Sosaku, who was also smoking on the other side:
"But Mr. So, you're really perverted, actually coming to watch your own sister's 'meat scene'..."
Miyajima Sosaku didn't look at him, nor did he reply.
Peerless, however, chuckled and said, "Good thing I'm even better, it's just a shame your brother-in-law died, otherwise, it would be really thrilling to commit a crime in front of her husband. Ancestral tablets always feel like they're missing something..."
"You'll have your chance," Miyajima Sosaku said indifferently. "Do you still remember that 'Kami Jou Touma'? He seems to be with my sister..."
As he spoke, he looked at Snake Mound George. This big brother had previously forbidden him from bothering that high school student.
This time, Snake Mound George smiled calmly:
"Yes..."
But before he could finish speaking, the younger brother standing watch reported:
"Boss, someone's here!"
"...Hmm? Who?"
"It's a bicycle."
"A bicycle?"
"The b-bicycle is going downhill!"
The younger brother's tone suddenly became panicked: "A-and it's so fast! It's a folding bicycle! It's a folding bicycle!!"
"Drive out the irrelevant people! Leave no one!!"
As soon as Snake Mound George finished speaking, a gust of wind... no, it should be 'vehicle wind'.
The bicycle had already arrived.
The small bicycle braked with a screech.
The front wheel landed, while the back wheel lifted up.
...
...
Everyone was startled by the wind.
It was just a bicycle, but it was ridden like a supercar.
'Clatter'
After the back wheel also landed.
The owner of the bike—a young man—unhurriedly pushed the bike to the side, lowered the kickstand, and propped it up.
Then he still ignored the group of thugs staring at him.
To be on the safe side, Snake Mound George's team this time, besides the few who were still recovering from being beaten by Hayato, had almost thirty people, having turned out in full force.
This was also why Snake Mound George chose to meet in Shikenjaya; this place had few people and wouldn't attract attention.
—But even with so many eyes, the young man still didn't look at them.
Instead, he methodically first unhooked the rope from the back seat.
He had tied something with the rope, like a 400ml plastic bottle.
Then he twisted open the bottle cap,
And smeared the yellowish, thick, transparent liquid from the bottle onto his hands, face, and body.
"W-what's that?" Someone asked.
"Salad oil! He added salad oil!" Someone said, "My family runs a restaurant, no mistake!"
"What does he want to do by pouring salad oil?" Someone else asked.
At this, others looked at each other, unable to answer.
The young man slowly smeared it on, humming a song as he did so.
"How to live~~ it's only one lifetime~~ How to live~~ it's only a hundred years~~ Live, then live with flavor~~ Live, then live~~ with spirit~~~~ A man has courage, he roams the world with a sword~~~~ A woman has a sword heart~~~~ Tenderness fills the mountains~~~~ Seven swords combine~~~~ We~~~~???~~~"
Since he wasn't humming in Japan, many of the guys who dropped out of prenatal education here didn't understand.
"W-what does it mean?"
"How would I know!?"
"Why are you here!?" x2!
Someone couldn't hold back.
And roared.
And at the same time, two people couldn't hold back.
One was Snake Mound George.
The other was Miyajima Sosaku.
Snake Mound George looked at Miyajima Sosaku, then looked at the young man in front of him.
Then he probably understood something...
Damn it!
"You're Kami Jou Touma!?" Snake Mound George was a little flustered. He only then recalled that the first time he met this guy, he wasn't using his real name either.
Hayato still didn't answer; he continued humming.
~ ~ ~ ~ Like a taro ~ ~ ~??? ~ ~ ~
Then he nodded contentedly and smiled at Snake Mound George, saying, "Surprised? Unexpected?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a phone from his pocket.
Then pulled out another phone.
"One is mine, the other is Miss Tsubaki's," he murmured to himself.
"...Where's Tsubaki!?" Miyajima Sosaku asked.
"I kidnapped her," Hayato said with a smile. "But don't worry, as long as Mr. Mr. So is willing to cooperate, I don't think Miss Tsubaki will suffer any harm."
Miyajima Sosaku:??
I'm the villain, aren't I!!
"...Retreat." Snake Mound George didn't want to say more; he just wanted to leave safely immediately.
"You can't escape."
Hayato said with a smile, then he held an A4-sized white paper in one hand and pulled out a lighter with the other.
...
Everyone looked at him strangely.
W-what does he want to do?
The lighter didn't ignite the white paper.
Hayato just stuck the white paper to his head.
Then, after lighting the lighter, he let the flame lick the back of his hand.
In an instant, the salad oil fueled the fire, and with a 'whoosh', it engulfed Hayato's entire body.
"God of Fire, assist me! Fire Dance Cyclone!!"
Under the cover of the white paper, no one saw Hayato's expression.
They could only hear his wild laughter.
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