Fingertips at Your Throat, Big Brother Will Teach You a Lesson

In the cafeteria, Sing Sing silently ate his rice.

The food was a bit lacking, but the fried pork chop was passable.

As he ate, he mentally replayed the bio-monster he had encountered in the underground air-raid shelter the previous night.

That thing's regenerative ability is incredibly strange, and it's unclear whether the commotion coming from underground later was of the same kind. To solve the problem once and for all, do we have to quickly dismember it with Pig Butchering Knife?

Just then, a shadow fell over the area.

Genji Takiya stood at the very front, his hands in his pockets.

Behind him followed several core members of GPS and their underlings, forming a large circle.

Genji Takiya pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

"You're Hoshino Seiichi?"

Sing Sing swallowed the rice in his mouth and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Do these high school students have too little homework?

All they do all day is fight and fight for territory!

"It's me." Sing Sing leaned back in his chair, picking his teeth. "What do you need? Let's get this straight, no money involved."

Genji placed his hands on the table and leaned forward. "I heard you look down on GPS and even called me non-mainstream?"

Sing Sing understood.

The skinny guy who ran away from the cafeteria was faster at tattling than he was at running away, taking the initiative to strike first.

He looked Genji up and down.

"You've used a lot of hairspray; your hairline is in danger, buddy. As for 'non-mainstream'... that term is outdated; now we call it 'energetic young man.'"

Makise Takashi, standing behind Genji Takiya, couldn't contain himself and slammed his hand on the table.

"You bastard! How dare you talk to Brother Genji like that!"

That's just how I talk; if you don't like it, you can plug your ears.

Sing Sing spat the toothpick into his plate. "Your people were harassing female students in the cafeteria, so I just taught them a lesson. No need to thank me, just call me Lei Feng."

Genji turned and glanced at the skinny man.

He lowered his head guiltily, avoiding eye contact.

Genji understood.

He knew his men's character very well.

But rules are rules, and it's not up to outsiders to lecture those who use GPS.

"I'll manage my own people."

Genji stood up. "But you tampered with the GPS personnel, so this debt needs to be settled."

Sing Sing also stood up.

He was half a head shorter than Genji, but he was in no way inferior in terms of imposing presence.

How do you want to calculate it?

"Let's fight. If you win, this is over; if you lose, you'd better get out of Toyo High School."

Sing Sing was speechless for a moment.

These kids are truly ignorant and arrogant.

As the head of field operations for Bureau 749 Bureau, I'm constantly sparring with high school students. Won't Lao Wang dock my bonus for school fighting when I get back to China?

"Fighting is fine, but I have one condition."

"Explain."

"If I win, you'll all have to line up for food in the cafeteria from now on. Also, no wasting food."

Genji Takiya somewhat surprised; he had anticipated that the other party would make all sorts of outrageous demands.

For example, disbanding GPS, or making him kneel down and admit his mistake.

Queuing for food?

What kind of ridiculous conditions are these?

Izaki Shun burst out laughing.

"Fine." Genji gritted his teeth and agreed, taking it as a deliberate attempt to humiliate him.

After saying that, Genji Takiya raised his hand and threw a punch straight at Sing Sing's nose.

Old Zhou remained calm and raised his right hand to grab Genji's fist.

The fist struck his palm, Sing Sing retreated backward using the force.

Cheers erupted from all around, but Genji Takiya didn't join in the merriment. He knew exactly how much effort he had just exerted.

"Interesting." Genji Takiya withdrew his fist.

"You're too kind. You're not bad either, at least better than your subordinates who don't queue up."

Genji Takiya snorted coldly and swept his left fist toward Sing Sing's cheek.

As Sing Sing raised his arm to block the punch, Genji Takiya kicked him in the back of the knee with his right foot.

Sing Sing moved aside, but Genji Takiya hooked the chair next to his feet and pushed it sideways into the aisle.

The narrow gaps between the dining table were sealed off.

Genji Takiya's attack hadn't stopped. He stepped onto the chair and used the height to lower his elbow, aiming straight for Sing Sing's shoulder and neck.

"They even use terrain?"

Sing Sing used his toes to touch the chair leg and pushed it back.

Genji Takiya shifted his footing, but still managed to bump his shoulder into the opponent's chest.

As Sing Sing raised his hand to block his shoulder, Genji Takiya's fist had already pierced through his ribs and headed straight for his lower abdomen.

The punch finally landed.

The GPS team cheered on the spot.

However, there was no joy on Genji Takiya's face. After his punch landed, the force was dissipated by his entire abdomen as if it had hit cotton.

Sing Sing rubbed his stomach dramatically, "Ouch, that hurts!"

"Stop pretending." Genji Takiya caught up with him. "You're perfectly fine."

"Young man, you don't understand," Sing Sing shook his head. "I'm cooperating with your performance, but you're ignoring it. That's hurtful."

Genji Takiya interrupted his nonsense with a punch.

Sing Sing turned his head to dodge, the force of the punch grazing his ear.

He then used the back of his hand to push the other person's arm away, and his fingertips moved upwards along the collar of the uniform.

Genji Takiya's attack stopped, and Sing Sing's two fingers were already close to his Adam's apple.

However, Sing Sing simply straightened his collar and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your clothes are crooked. Fighting is one thing, but you still need to pay attention to your appearance."

Genji Takiya's expression was somewhat grim; he knew that hand could land on his throat or strike his chin.

But Sing Sing did nothing, yet he still managed to make him stand there with dignity; the difference is obvious.

But Genji Takiya still didn't stop.

He kicked aside the bench next to him, forcing the surrounding students to retreat further.

He then crouched low as he charged forward, his fist hidden at his waist, only striking upwards when he was right in front of the target.

Sing Sing raised his arm to block.

Genji Takiya's fist changed direction midway.

He opened his palm and grabbed Sing Sing's sleeve, using the momentum of his forward movement to turn to the side.

This is a wrestling technique.

Sing Sing turned around, but his footing was unusually steady.

He also grabbed Genji Takiya's wrist, lowering his shoulder to gain the upper hand.

With a simple twist of his waist and back, Genji Takiya would leap over his shoulder and fall into the dining table behind him.

Sing Sing Chow loosened his grip at the last moment.

Genji Takiya felt a lightness under his feet and was back on the ground.

Sing Sing even steadied his elbow to prevent him from knocking over the soup bucket next to him.

"Fighting is fine, but don't add to the cafeteria workers' workload."

Genji Takiya glanced at his wrist, then looked at the face so close to his.

He finally realized that Sing Sing had been holding back from the very beginning of their fight.

Why did you hold back?

"You were just standing up for your subordinate, you didn't bully that female student." Sing Sing straightened his cuffs. "Besides, is it something to be proud of for a grown man like me to beat up high school students every day?"

"I admit defeat this time."

Genji Takiya's admission of defeat was even harder for the GPS team to accept than their previous encounter.

"Hoshino Seiichi, I will come back to find you."

"Remember to eat at different times next time." Sing Sing picked up his tray. "If it affects my meal, then it's a serious matter."