"Yo~ You two little ladies over there, carrying so much stuff. Want your big brothers to help you carry it?"
A man with long hair, dressed in a tokko-fuku, led a dozen or so men over, a nasty grin on his face.
Sasaki Nozomi frowned. A figure appeared in front of her, shielding her behind them.
"Nozomi~ Watch our things here~ I'll be back soon~"
Suzuki Masami smiled gently at Sasaki Nozomi, then set down the things in her hands and turned her head, looking coldly at the group of guys.
She made a few movements to loosen up her body and joints. Although she was still injured, compared to before, her condition was only stronger, not weaker.
"Little girl, those moves look pretty nice, hahahahaha."
The group of men looked at Suzuki Masami in amusement and kept teasing her.
Suzuki Masami did not speak. Sasaki Nozomi looked at those men with disgust. What era was it, and they were still wearing tokko-fuku? Were they sick in the head?
Suddenly, Suzuki Masami sprinted forward and arrived in front of the leading man, slamming a punch into his stomach.
"Ah——!"
Before the others could even react, that man let out a miserable scream.
Suzuki Masami's face was ice-cold. With a twist of her body, she arrived before another person. That man panicked and tried to counterattack, but Suzuki Masami disappeared from his field of vision again. A sharp pain came from his back—his kidney had been blasted by a punch.
"Kill her for me!!! Damn woman!!!"
The leading man clutched his stomach and curled up on the ground. He stared at Suzuki Masami with his pupils wide, and only then did the others react. Everyone surrounded Suzuki Masami in a tight circle.
That man staggered to his feet.
Suzuki Masami did