A Man Does Not Back Down

The black luxury sedan moved forward slowly.

Inside the car, Nishida Yuki and her driver were watching as Akimoto Yoichi led a group of delinquent high school students into a narrow alleyway.

Through the open car window, the sounds of commotion and collisions could be heard echoing from the alley.

"Young Miss, shall we go in?" the driver asked.

Nishida Yuki rested her chin on her hand, her eyes burning with intensity as she stared at the alley. "There is no need for the bodyguards to go in, but have the medical team stand by."

Should she send the bodyguards to help Akimoto Yoichi deal with those delinquents?

No, no, that was not Nishida Yuki's style.

Even if she just beckoned, a professional team would arrive in less than a minute to crush those delinquent high schoolers in the most efficient way possible.

But that wouldn't be any fun; what Nishida Yuki wanted to see was Akimoto Yoichi begging her, pleading for her help.

Clearly, Akimoto Yoichi had long since discovered that she was following them, and if he wanted to, he could have asked for her help at any moment.

So, Nishida Yuki waited, waiting for Akimoto Yoichi to do just that.

However, unexpectedly—yet also within her expectations—Akimoto Yoichi did not ask for her help even after entering the alley.

"The professional medical team is already on standby at the shop ten meters away," the driver reported.

Nishida Yuki nodded, continuing to watch the alley.

In the brief interval, the sounds coming from the alley had quieted down significantly, and the shouting had gradually turned into wails of pain.

After a few more minutes, the noise finally ceased completely.

"Tell me, who do you think will walk out of that alley?" Nishida Yuki asked with great interest.

This question was somewhat unbecoming of a young lady of her status.

However, as the driver for the Nishida family, how could he not understand his young mistress's thoughts?

He adjusted the sunglasses on his face and said, "It must be those delinquent high schoolers; they have the numbers."

"Hehehe~ Then I'll bet that Akimoto-kun will be the one to walk out, because that would be much more interesting."

As expected, Nishida Yuki chose to place her bet on Akimoto Yoichi.

"If you lose the bet, I'll give you a raise."

"Thank you, Young Miss," the driver replied calmly.

Such was the life of the wealthy elite—plain and unadorned.

Being a dog for the wealthy elite was just as dull and monotonous.

Soon, under the expectant gaze of Nishida Yuki, a figure emerged from the entrance of the alley.

The person looked quite disheveled, with a bruised and swollen face, a large bump on his forehead, and scratches on his arms.

After staggering and catching his breath for a few moments, he walked straight toward Nishida Yuki's luxury car.

Seeing this, Nishida Yuki opened the car door with a brilliant smile.

"You lost. I'll tell the butler to double your salary starting next month."

Before the driver could reply, the figure had already reached the car and climbed inside.

Looking at Akimoto Yoichi, who was so different from the harmless person he appeared to be at school, Nishida Yuki asked with a cheerful tone, "How is it? Akimoto-kun, does it hurt? Can I touch your wounds? You really are a mess, Akimoto-kun."

No matter how one listened, it sounded like this malicious girl was gloating. Akimoto Yoichi glared at the perverted young lady who was reaching out to touch his injuries.

"Cut the crap. Give me some bottled water and bandages."

Nishida Yuki signaled the driver, who immediately handed a bottle of water to Akimoto Yoichi while simultaneously sending a message.

"Akimoto-kun, why did you fight? I mean, why aren't you as docile as you are at school? I thought you would try to apologize to those people, reason with them, and kneel on the ground in humiliation, begging them to forgive you."

After taking a sip of water, Akimoto Yoichi leaned out of the car door to wash the blood off his face and body.

Looking back at the young lady who was watching him with rapt attention, he frowned and endured the pain of his wounds as he replied.

"If I had backed down this time, they would have asked for my pocket money next time, and then blocked my path every day with their hands out. If you endure it once, you'll be enduring it forever. It's better to just go head-to-head with them."

Besides, Akimoto Yoichi knew very well that this body of his was absolutely at the level of a final boss.

His stamina, endurance, and recovery speed were all incredibly high.

How else could the "yellow-haired" trope conquer the heroines and still have the stamina to go all night after a one-versus-five fight?

"Oh? What an interesting answer. As expected, Akimoto-kun is someone I can never get tired of." Nishida Yuki was very satisfied; she clasped her hands together and leaned in, looking quite adorable.

"But, aren't you afraid that Ise Yuri will find out about this? Even though it's off-campus, she would surely be displeased if she knew."

"You're quite lucky, Akimoto-kun. Fortunately, tomorrow is a day off, so you don't have to come to school."

"Otherwise, these injuries on your face would be exposed, and all the progress you've made in changing everyone's perception of you would be for nothing. Tell me, should I post your photo on the internet?"

This was the reason why Akimoto Yoichi had come to Nishida Yuki voluntarily, rather than going straight home.

Because Akimoto Yoichi knew that this psycho heroine would definitely stir up trouble.

If he didn't warn her, who knew what this crazy woman might do.

"If you were to do that, I would indeed be in a bit of trouble, but I could leave Izuki Academy. Perhaps by working a few more part-time jobs, I could afford to attend a slightly worse school. Or I could simply study online; as long as I don't give up, there are plenty of ways. But I certainly won't forget your great 'kindness'."

The bloodstains on Akimoto Yoichi's face had been washed away somewhat, but his face, still oozing blood, looked terrifying, especially those eyes that resembled a beast that had just finished a slaughter.

Facing such an Akimoto Yoichi, and hearing words that were no different from a threat.

Nishida Yuki, however, reacted as if she had been struck by an electric current, her legs clamping tightly together.

Her heart rate accelerated, her pretty face flushed red, and her breathing quickened by a few notches.

"I-is that so? I, I understand, I was just, just joking." Nishida Yuki's voice was somewhat hoarse, breathless.

However, she still maintained a dignified sitting posture, handing the adhesive bandages and some medicated gauze passed to her by the driver in the front to Akimoto Yoichi.

"That's good." Akimoto Yoichi withdrew his gaze.

After applying the adhesive bandages and medicated gauze to his wounds, he stood up, opened the car door, and stepped out.

As he closed the car door, Akimoto Yoichi still said one thing to Nishida Yuki.

"Thank you for the water and the bandages."

Watching the figure of Akimoto Yoichi walk away with his hands in his pockets, the flush on Nishida Yuki's face had not yet completely dissipated.

She did not tell the driver to drive off, but instead sat blankly in place, continuing to stare in the direction where Akimoto Yoichi had already disappeared.

Then, Nishida Yuki opened the car door.

"Alright, it's our turn to make an appearance; I have a new idea."

Taking the stun gun from the driver's hand, Nishida Yuki walked into the alleyway with a smile on her face.

Following closely behind her, besides the driver, a group of men in black suits had appeared at some point.

Soon, shouts and the crackling sound of electricity rang out from the alleyway once again.