Shiratori Yosuke immediately let out a disappointed sigh.
Koiso Naoki's raised fist came crashing down, repeatedly pounding Hatayama's head. Every blow produced a dull thud as his head struck the white ceramic-tile wall.
"You bastard, why haven't you understood yet?" Koiso Naoki roared. "It never ends!"
Koiso Naoki continued beating him in a frenzy. After his fists came slaps. When he grew tired, he stood up and viciously kicked Hatayama while bracing himself against the wall.
Hatayama clearly saw his own nosebleed spray through the air and spatter across the spotless tiled floor, only to be trampled into shoeprints moments later.
His vision flickered between blank white and pitch-black. His nose was probably already crooked. Hatayama felt like a punching bag. His consciousness kept fading, only to be jolted awake by wave after wave of searing pain!
For the first time in his life, he felt the fear of death. His mind could no longer think. Only his instinct to survive made him curl up and shield his head and throat with his arms as he panted violently, bracing himself for the next brutal impact.
"He's bleeding. Keep hitting him and you'll kill him." Shiratori Yosuke spoke coldly. "Hold his head in the toilet and wake him up."
Koiso Naoki roughly grabbed Hatayama by the collar and dragged him away from the corner like a dead dog. With a loud crash, he kicked open a stall door and forced Hatayama facedown beside the toilet.
Half-dead, Hatayama desperately clung to the toilet and tried to lift his head away from the water.
His resistance enraged his attacker. Koiso Naoki let out a furious roar, seized Hatayama by the neck, and used terrifying brute force to shove his head into the toilet water. Hatayama only had time to suck in one breath