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No sooner had he finished speaking than four dark figures drew their swords and lunged forward to attack.

They split into four corners, forming a strangulation formation to block all escape routes.

Ichirai Hisako prepared to reassemble her armor, Sing Sing pressed his large hand on her shoulder, "Save your mana. You don't need to unleash your ultimate move to deal with these appetizers."

Clang!

Sing Sing pulled out a broad-bladed Pig Butchering Knife from his lower back.

Facing the four samurai swords slashing down in a crisscross pattern, he did not back down. He flipped his wrist, and the blade swept horizontally against the wind, relying purely on brute force to withstand the attack.

"Ping! Ping! Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, all four samurai swords were snapped in two.

The black-clad ninja's tiger's mouth was split open, but the group immediately discarded the broken sword and used their five fingers to claw and stab at Sing Sing.

No pain sensation?

Don't you know how to back down?

Sing Sing noticed the other person's unusual state, twirled the Pig Butchering Knife twice between his fingertips, and then shoved it back into his waistband.

"You're asking for it."

He lunged forward, his hands moving like butterflies flitting among the flowers as he swept into the crowd.

With fingers pressed together, he precisely clamped down on the first ninja's wrist joint, his thumb pressing against the gap in the ulna and twisting it outwards.

"Crack!"

The bones dislocated on the spot, and the ninja's entire right arm hung limply, completely ruined.

Without stopping, Sing Sing bumped into the second person with his shoulder and then used his hands to climb onto the other person's shoulder blades.

His Bone-Dislocating Hand are so skillful that he can pinpoint the axis of these human joints even with his eyes closed.

Detach, turn, press, unload.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, all four murderous ninjas collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Ichirai Hisako gasped for breath.

Who exactly is this man?

That can't be, right?

Is it really that strong?

With only his mortal body and a Pig Butchering Knife, he crippled four rigorously trained assassins in seconds.

Sing Sing crouched down, grabbed someone's chin, and pulled off their mask.

A blank, stiff face was exposed, with unfocused eyes, showing no signs of the emotions a normal person should have.

Even with all four limbs dislocated, this person didn't utter a single word of pain.

"Hisako-chan, do you know her?"

"I don't recognize them." Ichirai Hisako shook her head. "The Council does have some bodyguards, but they all usually wear suits and wouldn't dress in this old-fashioned style."

Sing Sing carefully examined those empty pupils.

His eyes were lifeless, his gaze unfocused, and his expression blank and empty.

Is this a puppet whose consciousness has been erased and who has been controlled by drugs?

As he was distracted, a faint cracking sound came from the ninja's mouth.

Sing Sing is about to have his chin removed.

But it was too late.

Black, poisonous blood gushed from the corners of the four ninjas' mouths simultaneously. They barely had time to convulse before they died on the spot.

The trail has been completely cut off.

These masterminds are decisive and ruthless.

If the operation fails, no one will be left alive to trace the blame back to me.

Sing Sing stood up, expressionless.

"Let's go, I'll take you home first."

Kabukicho Contact Point.

Sing Sing lay down on the sofa, rubbing his throbbing temples.

The words of Ichirai Hisako still echoed in my mind; the atrocities committed by those beasts back then could still be repeated in a different guise.

The situation is becoming increasingly complicated.

Buzz...

Sing Sing took out his phone and pressed the answer button. Yukio's bitter voice came through the receiver.

"I couldn't find anything. Three blind old women, bound by a life-or-death contract, take turns cleaning Amiko's room every day. Trash, tissues, and fallen hair are all put into sealed bags and sent to the incinerator."

Yukio's voice betrayed a hint of frustration. "Yesterday I tried to sneak into the laundry room to steal her uniform, but there was an infrared alarm in the laundry room."

Sing Sing pinched the bridge of his nose.

Well, without a DNA sample for comparison, he can't confirm whether Kobayashi Amiko inherited Old Goldhead's Healing Factor.

Without confirming this, it's impossible to guess what the Council will do with this girl next.

"You keep an eye on Mariko, I'll figure out the rest."

"What are you planning to do? Don't hurt her!" Yukio pressed.

"I have a clever plan. I'm hanging up."

Sing Sing was frustrated and ruffled his hair.

Are they searching through the personal belongings of a young female high school student at school?

If he were to be seen in public, his glorious and imposing image would vanish instantly.

The next day, the top headlines at universities will likely be "The New Top Star is Actually a Perverted Underwear Thief."

Even more dangerously, it could easily alert the Council's informants and cause them to panic.

We need to find an inconspicuous, unlucky person to do it for us.

"Got it!"

Two figures with outlandish, non-mainstream hairstyles jumped out.

Golden Retriever, loser; Sea Urchin, spiky head!

Ito Shinji is alright, but as for Mitsuhashi Takashi...

This guy is perfect for petty theft. His harassment of female classmates is seen as perfectly normal by everyone, and no one suspects anything.

Perfect!

The following day, in the second-grade corridor.

Mitsuhashi Takashi and Ito Shinji had just walked out of the men's restroom arm in arm when they bumped into Sing Sing.

Today, Comrade Old Zhou had a warm, spring-like smile on his face.

That smile, to the two of them, was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

Mitsuhashi felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively wanted to slip away, but how could he possibly escape?

His collar was grabbed by an iron hand and he was dragged back to where he was.

Good morning!

Sing Sing pinned the two against the wall, laughing innocently.

"Hello Big Brother Hoshino!"

The two spoke in unison, their posture comparable to that of model soldiers in military training.

Sing Sing reached out and helped Mitsuhashi straighten the crooked collar of his school uniform, then patted him on the shoulder.

"Mitsuhashi -san, I have a glorious but arduous task for you two to handle."

Mitsuhashi swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

"Our elder brother ordered us to go through fire and water!"

They shouted loudly, but their bodies betrayed them by shrinking back.

Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction, "My request isn't high. Just get me a few Kobayashi Amiko's hair. If you can't get hair... an empty water bottle will do."

"Remember, it must be something that's just been used and has been moistened with saliva."

After a brief two-second reaction with his eyes wide open, Mitsuhashi Takashi slapped Sing Sing's hand away and jumped three feet away as if he had been electrocuted, his finger bones nearly piercing Sing Sing's nostril.

You really are a pervert!

Mitsuhashi shouted righteously, "I knew you were after that girl! I won't let you get away with it!"

Ito Shinji's face also turned a deep shade of liver, "We delinquents may fight and brawl, and we may fight for territory, but we have our bottom lines!"

"I will never do such a despicable and perverted thing!"

With his neck stiff and a death wish, he declared, "Even if you beat me to death today, even if you throw me off the third floor, I will never compromise! My stubborn pride will never allow me to steal a girl's water bottle!"

Sing Sing Chow stared at the two idiots expressionlessly.

These two are such a clown, they're so dramatic.

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, swiped his finger across the screen a couple of times, and found the target video.

"Really not going to do it?" he asked.

"We'd rather die than do it!" The two men were resolute, heads held high and chests out.

Sing Sing pressed the play button.

High-definition images, coupled with maximum volume speakers, reverberated throughout the open space.

"Big Brother Hoshino is awesome!"

In the video, a bruised and swollen Mitsuhashi Takashi is seen clinging to Sing Sing's left leg, crying and wailing, his image completely ruined.

"We are Big Brother Hoshino in life and in death! If our brother tells us to go Big Brother Hoshino, we will never go west!"

Ito Shinji, sporting panda eyes, hugged his right leg and howled louder than anyone else, even wiping his nose with his school uniform sleeve.

Several students passing by in the corridor glanced at him strangely.

Mitsuhashi felt dizzy and disoriented. The prestige he had once built was being swept away by the wind along with his own shrill cry of "Big Brother" in the video.

Ito Shinji was so desperate he wanted to die.

In the video, his urchin-like head was being rubbed on the ground by Sing Sing, covered in dust, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless.

Mitsuhashi and Ito's faces changed color alternately, their facial muscles twitching wildly.

This is the scene from the last time they talked about Sing Sing and Saeko Busujima's ambiguous relationship on the rooftop. The two of them forced out their flattery to avoid getting beaten up.

Who would have thought that this bastard would actually record it!

Not only did it record video, but it was also in 4K high-definition quality, capturing even the nose hairs inside Mitsuhashi's nostrils clearly!

Sing Sing shook his phone screen, "Hey you two, how about sharing this 'Twin Heroes of Toyo High School' commemorative album with the whole school? I guarantee, within three minutes, this video will be in every club chat group."

Good deal

This move is a million times more ruthless than Pig Butchering Knife.

Once the video is broadcast, their prestige and reputation as the second-year leaders will be completely trampled into a cesspool.

Forget about waiting for Sing Sing to graduate and dominate high schools; they should buy standing-room-only tickets and flee Tokyo overnight.

Nuclear deterrence is paramount.

The bottom line is something that shatters without making a sound.

"Big brother, you need to pull out those hairs by the roots, right?" Mitsuhashi asked.