Who's-the-boss?

Thud.

One punch.

Before Ryuen could react.

Prince Ganlongdao had already slammed him to the ground with a single punch.

Albert, standing to the side, hesitated and ultimately did not intervene; lacking the resolve to act, he also sensed that there wasn't much he could do about Ryuen, and perhaps it was better to let Ryuen suffer a little.

In any case, neither of these two seemed like a good boy.

So fast...

Ryuen clutched his right cheek, secretly shocked.

The speed was so fast that he hadn't even reacted, but the force wasn't particularly strong.

Prince Ganlongdao also understood that excessive force was useless against Ryuen; he still needed to crush him on a mental level.

"Heh."

Ryuen, who had already exhausted his stamina, still refused to admit defeat and sneered:

"You seem to be quite the fighter, but so what? When you're eating, when you're using the restroom, I will be watching you every single moment, and in the end, the one who wins will definitely be me."

"Oh, is that so?"

Prince Ganlongdao picked up a chair and slammed it down onto Ryuen's chest.

The back of the chair faced Ryuen's head, and the four legs pinned him firmly in place; Prince Ganlongdao sat on the chair backward, stepping on both of Ryuen's arms with his feet.

He looked down at Ryuen beneath him and smiled.

"A venomous snake that only knows how to ambush—how truly terrifying."

"..."

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, and with his arms pinned down so he couldn't move, Ryuen's expression remained unchanged.

The look he gave Prince Ganlongdao was, instead, somewhat mocking.

"Do you think that with this bunch of losers watching, I'd admit defeat just to save face?"

"It seems."

Watching Ryuen's unabashed expression, Prince Ganlongdao rubbed his chin.

"It really doesn't seem to have any effect."

"To tell you the truth."

Ryuen said coldly: "In the past, there were times when I lost a fight and was dragged into a restroom. Those guys didn't just shove my head into the toilet bowl, they even relieved themselves on me, but in the end, they were all trampled under my feet."

"Your methods are just child's play in my eyes."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Kaneda and the others looked on with faces full of disgust.

Many of the girls covered their mouths and giggled, unable to understand why anyone would talk about such a humiliating thing.

What was extremely shameful in the eyes of others, Ryuen treated as a badge of honor.

Pain, face, self-esteem—everything lost.

Even in such difficult circumstances, Ryuen had survived, so naturally, he had enough reason to be proud.

However.

Prince Ganlongdao also realized he had slightly underestimated him.

Sufficient intelligence, excellent decisiveness and ability to act, and a resilient spirit.

Although not yet outstanding, Ryuen already possessed everything a leader should have.

Unfortunately.

He ran into me.

There are many ways to make a person submit, But there aren't many that can be used at this school, and even fewer that would make Ryuen surrender from the bottom of his heart.

"Sorry about that..."

"Although you seem very proud, it's a pity I don't seem to be able to understand that feeling. After all, I haven't experienced the taste of failure yet; victory is the norm for me."

Prince Ganlongdao rubbed his chin.

With a single hand chop, he knocked Ryuen Kakeru unconscious.

This guy's spirit was indeed not weak; it would take some time to conquer Ryuen. While forcing him to submit through violence was feasible, it was also prone to leaving hidden dangers.

Having said that.

Prince Ganlongdao walked to the podium and braced his hands against the desk.

He gazed down at the people below with a face full of smiles.

"So, it is now decided that I shall serve as the class leader!"

"Who is in favor, and who is opposed?"

"..."

Inside the classroom.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one responded.

Up until now, everything had been based on the speculations of Dragon Garden and Kaneda, and there was no actual evidence to prove they were right.

In truth.

No one really cared who became the boss.

By common logic.

This matter actually had nothing to do with most of them.

They had all experienced this before;

it was usually just a few delinquents with poor grades in the class fighting to be the boss so they could go around acting tough, and they generally wouldn't involve the ordinary students.

Of course.

One could not rule out the existence of scum who only knew how to bully their own peers.

But clearly.

Prince Ganlongdao did not fall into that category.

Although he was somewhat arrogant, at least he didn't want to rule the class through abuse of violence right from the start of the school year like Dragon Garden.

As long as he didn't disturb the lives of ordinary students, it made no difference to them who was the boss; it was basically just a title.

"As long as you don't bully your classmates."

Albert said in a muffled voice, "If you can subdue Dragon Garden and keep him from abusing violence, I have no objections."

"It seems you all still don't quite understand this school."

Looking at their puzzled gazes, Prince Ganlongdao smiled broadly:

"We were fighting so intensely, yet Kazuma Sakagami watched from the side for half a day without stopping us. In an ordinary school, this would be unimaginable, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand what this implies?"

Prince Ganlongdao traced his fingertips along the desk as he stepped down from the podium, looking at Kazuma Sakagami as he analyzed:

"First, as long as students don't report it themselves, the school authorities will ignore it—or at least our homeroom teacher will ignore it, as this matter might affect him or our class."

"Second, Kazuma Sakagami's expression has been indifferent the whole time. He must be long accustomed to such things, which shows that the competition in this school is far more intense than one would imagine."

"If you still hold onto that lukewarm attitude of yours and can't accept even a little bit of violence, I'm afraid you'll be eliminated very quickly."

"Right, Kazuma Sakagami?"

"One by one, if possible, I really wish you would add the word 'teacher' to that."

Kazuma Sakagami pushed up the bridge of his glasses.

Despite what he said, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He had practically struck gold.

Not only were there talents like Albert and Dragon Garden, but there was also a guy like Prince Ganlongdao.

On the very first day of school.

Just from this bit of information and his expression.

He had already deduced the intensity of the competition in this school and the importance of unifying the class.

That's right.

Only those who graduate from Class A have the opportunity to choose their careers freely.

Competition between classes is essential.

Although Prince Ganlongdao and the others were not yet aware of these things, being able to understand the importance of the class and the intensity of the competition on the very first day meant they were already ahead of everyone else.

Kazuma Sakagami was ecstatic inside.

With this group of people including Prince Ganlongdao, the bonuses for this year were in the bag!

"And besides..."

Seeing Kazuma Sakagami avoid the topic, Prince Ganlongdao did not ask further, walking slowly up to Albert with a smile.

"I am not asking for your opinion, but rather..."

"Giving an order!"

As he spoke.

Prince Ganlongdao slammed a fist into Albert's chest, and Albert, caught off guard, stumbled back several steps.

Seeing this.

It was Prince Ganlongdao who raised an eyebrow.

The gap in physique was hard to bridge; if his own strength was a 13, then Albert's was at least a 15, but fighting wasn't just about physique.

Watching Prince Ganlongdao close the distance, Albert no longer dared to be careless.

The guy in front of him was far stronger than Dragon Garden.

Staring at the incoming fist, Albert threw a punch of his own to meet it.

However.

The next second.

Prince Ganlongdao's right hand transformed into a hand blade, striking Albert's throat at an uncanny angle, followed immediately by a left-handed strike to the side of his neck.

When dealing with a brute like this, there was no need to be polite.

Proficient in killing and interrogation, Prince Ganlongdao knew exactly how to measure his force.

"Cough..."

Having taken the two hits, Albert curled his body, instinctively clutching his neck with both hands as he dry-heaved, unable to make a sound.

Seeing this.

Prince Ganlongdao showed no mercy.

He grabbed Albert's head with both hands, pressed his thumbs against his sunglasses, and exerted sudden force, causing the frames to snap and fall to the ground.

Clutching Albert's head, Prince Ganlongdao leaned in close, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

"who's-the-boss?"