RBCT Chapter 117 Entanglement
Chapter 117 Entanglement
Chapter 117 Entanglement
"I don't believe you." Naoto Daimon stood up and said with obvious regret, "I believe in human weaknesses."
He stood up, took the phone, and showed the contents to the middle-aged man.
Upon seeing the content on the screen, the middle-aged man went berserk. No longer caring about his own life or being at someone else's mercy, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Straight Man! Straight Man!"
"I will definitely kill you!"
After uttering those harsh words, he immediately broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "No, don't lay a hand on them, kill me, kill me—"
Naoto Daimon watched without a trace of pity and ordered his men, "Beat him! Beat him until he's reunited with his family, or until he speaks. We must find out where Hino Harufumi is. I won't feel at ease until he's dead."
After saying that, Naoto turned to leave.
Then he saw a person standing behind him.
Hino Harufumi.
In that instant, Da Men Zhiren was filled with deep regret.
He regretted that, in order to keep it a secret and avoid attracting attention, he had only brought two trusted confidants with him, and he regretted his excessive caution.
Even if these two people, including himself, were tied together, they couldn't beat Hino Harufumi. The fact that Hino Harufumi was here meant that the gatekeeper had already been dealt with.
Naoto Daimon forced a smile and said, "Brother Hino."
Hino Harufumi remained expressionless, neither cold nor angry, but as serious as ever: "You wanted to kill me, and now I'm here."
"You're joking," Naoto Daimon said respectfully, sweat beading on his forehead. "After that incident, I've been trying to contact you to confirm your safety, but I haven't heard from you at all. I'm extremely worried..."
Harufumi Hino didn't react much.
Naoto Daimon's goal, of course, was not to actually fool Harufumi Hino, but simply to buy time.
While rambling on, he slowly moved his hand toward the gun at his waist.
Even the most skilled fighter will fall to the ground and wail if shot, or simply die.
Just as he was about to touch the gun handle and his trick was about to succeed, the gun fired.
The bullet pierced his chest, blooming into a flower of blood.
Naoto Daimon stared at Harufumi Hino in disbelief before falling backward.
The loud gunshots echoed through the cramped warehouse, and the shrill sounds were amplified by the radio waves, turning into sharp needles that pierced Kirihara Akira's eardrums.
Kirihara Akira subconsciously took off his headphones and held them further away. A sense of foreboding washed over him, and he had only one thought: This is bad!
Before he could ask what was going on, another burst of gunfire rang out.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, Kirihara Akira hurriedly asked, "What happened? Are you still alive?"
There was no response.
Kirihara Akira was silent for a moment, then put the headphones back on.
He didn't know what had happened over there, and he had no time to think about it anymore.
A familiar figure opened the door to the coffee shop.
Ding-a-ling—the wind chimes at the door caught the shop owner's attention. The owner's eyes lit up as he looked at the new customer who had just entered.
The customer was so beautiful that he was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said, "Welcome, please come in. What would you like to order?"
The guest was wearing sneakers, slim-fit trousers, a light windbreaker, and a baseball cap.
Judging by his physique and build, he is none other than Kamio Chowa's personal bodyguard, that assassin!
Although she was beautiful, she had an extremely cold personality. She completely ignored the store manager, put her hands in her pockets, and walked straight into the store with her slender legs.
—It’s said that she walked because she didn’t seem to be in a hurry, and the frequency of her leg swings didn’t seem high, but her speed was really surprising. In almost two breaths, she reached the corner of the store.
She took a step, twisted her waist, and struck. The dagger in her hand seemed to be an extension of her hand. The thrust was sudden and natural, like breathing, so natural that it didn't even make one want to react or dodge.
boom!
Kirihara Akira realized what was happening. He sat up halfway, maintaining a horse-riding posture, and steadily grabbed the woman's wrist, slamming it down.
The woman's wrist slammed onto the stone table, the intense pain causing her right hand to go numb, almost causing her to drop the knife.
Kirihara Akira threw a punch with his right hand, angrily aiming for the woman's face.
For the past six months, Kirihara Akira has not slacked off for a single day, maintaining a sufficiently high training intensity, turning his exceptional physical talent into strength step by step.
It's hard to imagine that a high school student could possess such formidable strength and unleash such a powerful punch after just six months of professional training.
As the woman dodged, she could feel the wind from the punches ruffling her hair.
Unfortunately, the punch missed.
The woman stepped onto the table, and a series of strangulation techniques climbed up Kirihara Akira's arm as he threw a punch. Her slender waist was weak and boneless, and her pair of shapely legs hooked around Kirihara Akira's neck, trying to press her entire body weight onto Kirihara Akira and crush him.
Once this set of moves traps Kirihara Akira, unless he immediately possesses the weight class of a high-tonnage champion, given the difference in their physiques, there is absolutely no way he can turn the tide and break free.
But Kirihara Akira wouldn't let her succeed.
Kirihara Akira leaned forward, mimicking a volleyball spike, and slammed the arm wrapped around her waist onto the table.
boom! !
A loud, muffled thud resounded as the woman's back slammed solidly onto the table.
The ban remains in place, but its intensity has been greatly reduced.
Taking advantage of this moment of relaxation, Kirihara Akira didn't try to pull his hand away. Instead, he pushed his hand forward and grabbed the woman's throat.
Unfortunately, before he could use all his strength to choke the woman's delicate throat, she reacted, extended her right foot, and struck Kirihara Akira's right cheek with the side of her shoe.
The force caused Kirihara Akira to fall to the side, and Kirihara Akira's hand pulled the woman along.
The two of them crashed to the ground at the same time, and the poor coffee table collapsed as well.
"Holy crap!"
The shop owner was completely bewildered. From his perspective, a customer who came in later and another customer who had been there for a while, a man and a woman, were supposed to be kissing each other, but instead they started fighting, cleared out all the food on the table, and even broke the table.
What on earth is going on here?
"Give me one."
His loud shouts were interrupted by a flying dagger and a satchel.
The dagger grazed his face, and the handbag fell onto the bar counter. The zipper of the handbag was not zipped up, and several stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi's handbag fell out.
And Fukuzawa Yukichi had even more in his bag.
The woman stood up, regrouped, and confronted Kirihara Akira again. She said coldly, "Domestic violence, mind your own business."
Oh, it's a family matter. There's no need to call the police then... The boss put down the phone he had just picked up, grabbed his bag, and ran.
"That woman said she wanted to marry me, so what are you to my family?" Kirihara Akira sneered, "A maidservant?"