Just as Daichi Ishizaki's fist was about to touch Yuki Gyakukai, a sudden, nameless pain struck his abdomen. At the same time, the fist he'd thrown seemed to have been smashed by a hammer, twisting out of shape.
"Hey, boy, what exactly did you do?"
Albert Yamada, who stood over two meters tall and was of African descent, stared sternly at the sudden arrival, Yuki Gyakukai.
"What did you do to Ishizaki?"
The unexpected turn of events drew everyone's attention. The Class C students who'd been shoved aside earlier stared curiously at the handsome newcomer.
Mio Ibuki, who had been knocked down beside a desk by Ishizaki, pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, one hand holding her waist and the other braced against the desk.
Although wave after wave of pain made her body spasm, she still glared fiercely at the crowd.
At the center of the incident, Ryuen Kakeru was pinned to the ground by Yamada. His face twisted into a grimace as he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His face was mottled with red and purple bruises and flecked with blood.
The red uniform he'd been wearing was now torn to shreds, and his white shirt was covered in numerous gray-black shoeprints.
"You all saw it. I haven't laid a hand on anyone this entire time."
"Also, you're Yamada... I'll call you Yamada for now. Could you get up, please?"
Though Yuki Gyakukai had said please, his indifferent gaze and condescending manner hardly made it sound like a request.
In the next moment, before Albert Yamada could respond, Yuki Gyakukai's arm shot out, seized him by the collar, and hoisted the two-meter-tall giant into the air with tremendous force, drawing gasps from everyone around them!
Of course, Yuki Gyakukai didn't do anything else. He simply held Albert Yamada aloft for three seconds before setting him back down gently.
Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed Ryuen Kakeru, the idiot, and hauled him to his feet as well.
He swept his cold gaze over the crowd. "I didn't come to Class C to fool around with you. I may not be any of your business, but I'd prefer not to see this sort of thing again. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to use violence to stop violence."
The Class C girls who'd been fond of Yuki Gyakukai because of his striking looks now frowned one after another.
"Which class is he from? Why's he so full of himself?"
"Hey! Who the hell are you, anyway? Don't you know this is Class C?"
Yuki Gyakukai didn't respond. With a cold expression, he pushed through the crowd and headed toward the Class B students still gathered by the lectern.
Seeing him act like that, the Class C students, who'd been somewhat intimidated before, began to sneer and mock him.
"The moment he hears this is Class C territory, he tucks his tail between his legs. What a coward... Hahaha!"
"Use violence to stop violence? Pfft!"
"What a joke..."
"Bang!!!" A deafening crash rang out, followed by the metallic shriek of iron.
The Class C classroom fell silent. Those who'd been mocking him moments earlier now stared in terror at the person standing on the lectern.
Meanwhile, the people standing on the lectern, including Ichinose, had been looking worried. Now their expressions had all turned to astonishment.
Even the two homeroom teachers who'd been watching for their amusement fixed their eyes on Yuki Gyakukai, standing on the lectern with a cold expression.
"Hey~ Have you calmed down?"
Yuki Gyakukai's expression was indifferent now, his earlier smile gone. His black eyes glinted with a chilling light.
The lectern, made of steel, had been punched straight through by his bulging-veined fist, leaving a huge crater in its surface!
"Bang!!!"
Another deafening crash echoed through the room, and a second crater appeared in the already battered lectern.
This time, the Class C students were thoroughly cowed. Their arrogance vanished, and they shrank like timid quails, heads bowed and afraid to meet his eyes.
"Good. Looks like you've finally calmed down."
"Everyone, return to your seats. I don't have much time."
The chairs scraped and shuffled. Under Yuki Gyakukai's icy gaze, everyone quietly returned to their seats, a stark contrast to the chaos from before.
"Remember, don't go around provoking people. Not everyone is as easygoing as I am."
Under the rule of overwhelming force, none of the Class C students dared to argue. The fear, too profound for words, made some of them tremble uncontrollably.
Seated with blood all over his face and looking utterly disheveled, Ryuen Kakeru gazed at Yuki Gyakukai on the lectern with an aggressive gleam in his eyes.
He stared fixedly at the newcomer from another class, who'd taken only thirty seconds to bring all of Class C under the rule of sheer violence.
Of course, Ryuen Kakeru wasn't the only one. Some of the other Class C students had also begun sizing up this stranger from another class.
"Class C, I'm Yuki Gyakukai, the leader of Class 1-B. I'm officially proposing a deal to you now. You have the right to refuse, but you'll bear the consequences."
After giving them thirty seconds to consider, Yuki Gyakukai looked away and turned toward the Class C homeroom teacher, Kazuma Sakamoto, who was standing by the door.
The indifference on his face disappeared, replaced by a smile. He apologetically gestured toward the badly damaged lectern.
He was smiling, but Kazuma Sakamoto felt as though he were being watched by a ferocious beast. His expression stiffened, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"Mr. Sakamoto, sorry for acting impulsively just now. How much does this lectern cost? I'll buy it."
"Ahem. The lectern is school property, so I'll sell it to you for 30,000 points." Kazuma Sakamoto coughed twice to clear his throat.
"Fine. Please accept the points."
After transferring 30,000 points, Yuki Gyakukai glanced at his sharply reduced balance, then casually turned off his phone screen.
Then he turned to Ryuji Kanzaki behind him. "Kanzaki, you can take charge of explaining the selling rules. You can give them a few hints if you think it's appropriate."
"Sure." Kanzaki nodded, then gave Yuki Gyakukai's left hand a meaningful glance. "Is your hand okay?"
"It's fine."
His skin was fair and smooth, his knuckles long and slender. Despite having just smashed the lectern to pieces, he didn't have even the slightest red mark on his hand.
Terrifying.
"Are you really okay, Yuki?" Ichinose looked at his left hand with concern. But out of feminine reserve, she didn't turn it over and over like Shibata, who was acting like a curious child.
Chihiro Shiramami was also a little curious and a little worried, and joined Shibata Hayate in examining his left hand.
After Kanzaki gave Class C a few hints, he also told them that Class B had already sold the information to Class A.
Hiyori Shiina, who'd been keeping to herself and reading in the classroom, asked, "How many hidden rules did Class A buy from you?"
"Five."
"And what price did you charge?"
"500,000 personal points per hidden rule."
Ryuji Kanzaki wasn't foolish enough to reveal the lowest price they'd offered Class A.
The Class C students erupted when they heard that each hidden rule cost 500,000 personal points. But when they remembered the other person standing on the lectern, they quickly reined themselves in.
"How is that any different from robbing us?!"
Mio Ibuki had never been one to mince words. Frowning, she stared straight at the Class B students on the lectern.
"You guessed right. We are robbing you. So what?"
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