This Prime Minister

"Ah!"

A shrill scream erupted, shattering the silence of the alleyway. The owner of that scream was none other than Satsu.

He shouted as he dodged the fruit knife swung by the clerk, his face twisted in genuine, unadulterated terror.

Despite having mentally prepared himself beforehand, Satsu still felt his skin crawl the moment he faced the glinting blade.

This was no ordinary street brawl where one could shrug off a punch or two; getting slashed by a knife meant he was finished.

Seeing his sneak attack fail, the panicked clerk lunged forward with another stab.

Having already foreseen the attack, Satsu hunched his shoulders and retreated with a stumbling step.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Satsu stepped on something unknown. His heel slipped, and feeling as if his support had been yanked away, he shrieked and collapsed to the ground.

This fall drained the very soul out of Satsu. Falling wasn't part of his plan; the risk was too high, and one slip-up could cost him his life.

Before Satsu could even check what had happened, his Mind Reading revealed the clerk's intent: to plunge the knife down and end this farce once and for all.

"Die, you bastard!" (Lecherous middle-aged man)

Satsu reached out instinctively to block. The cold, gleaming blade passed through the gap between his fingers, leaving a small cut on the back of his hand before being brought to a dead stop.

Before he could even catch his breath, Satsu kicked the clerk squarely in the crotch with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ugh!"

The clerk let out a pained cry, instinctively clutching his groin.

Noticing that no more thoughts were flooding into his mind, Satsu realized he had stunned his opponent.

He scrambled to his feet and delivered a vicious kick to the clerk's stomach. The agonizing pain proved too much to bear; the clerk's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

In less than a minute, the situation had completely reversed; the hunter had become the hunted.

Satsu, refusing to grant any respite, stepped forward without hesitation and began to rain blows and kicks upon the clerk.

He started with a kick to the stomach, though he didn't dare use his full strength, not wanting to end up charged with excessive self-defense.

Then came a punch to the clerk's face. The dull thud of bone meeting bone made Satsu pause for a brief moment.

He looked slowly at the clerk's face, now twisted in agony, and for an instant, the corner of Satsu's mouth twitched.

He threw another tentative punch, looked at his own fist as he pulled it back, and then threw another.

"Heh heh."

He laughed.

As if a seal had been broken, Satsu stopped holding back and unleashed his full force.

Every wail from the clerk acted as a catalyst, driving Satsu to strike harder and harder.

His breathing grew heavy and ragged, his fists falling faster and more ruthlessly with every passing second!

Eventually, he wasn't satisfied with just using his left hand; elbows, knees, and feet all became weapons. Satsu didn't care if the clerk was still resisting; he simply attacked blindly.

Fragments of his reason splattered like the clerk's blood, and his eyes were filled with a sick, pathological excitement.

Only when the clerk's wails began to fade did Satsu stop. He spoke in a voice bordering on madness.

"That's it? Keep holding on a little longer!"

With that, Satsu delivered a violent kick to the clerk's head. Instantly, the clerk's shattered teeth flew out along with a spray of blood.

"Looking at you now, I doubt you'll be enjoying any pleasures in the future. Since that's the case... how about I finish the job for you!"

"Ah!!!"

As Satsu stomped down hard, the clerk let out another piercing scream.

"Hahaha, yes! That's it, scream louder!"

After three consecutive stomps, having completely finished the "uninstallation" of his manhood, the clerk went entirely limp.

Satsu nudged the clerk with his foot. Finding that the man was still breathing but no longer moving, his heart hardened.

"You're suffering just by being alive anyway. Why don't I put you out of your misery!"

As he spoke, Satsu's gaze fell upon the fruit knife on the ground. Just as he turned to pick it up, a female voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop!"

A girl with long pink hair stood there, holding her phone up as if recording, her eyes locked onto Satsu.

Her pupils trembled, and she bit her lower lip, unable to hide her fear.

"Haa!"

Satsu looked startled, his pupils dilating wildly. "No, I was forced into this!"

He shoved his hands forward violently. "What have I done! Haa!"

Finally, Satsu simply curled into a ball, clutching his head tightly. "It's not... it's not true, I didn't!"

Satsu crouched on the spot, shivering and muttering to himself. The blood on his hands stained his hair, and the air grew thick with the heavy, metallic scent of gore.

The setting sun illuminated Satsu's current expression; his mouth hung open with viscous saliva trailing in strands, and despite the twisted smile still plastered on his face, he was weeping silently.

The girl had long since been struck dumb by terror. She desperately fought back the urge to vomit, and even though Satsu was no longer moving, she did not lower her guard.

What was the difference between this scene before her and a madman killing someone in a fit of insanity?

"Ichinose, I've brought the security guards!"

A petite girl came running over, shouting as she approached, followed by four security guards.

"Ah—!"

The moment she caught a glimpse of the scene, the petite girl let out a shrill scream.

Even the security guards who had arrived with her were taken aback; this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Perhaps because she relaxed upon seeing the security guards, Ichinose collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Only a moment later, that intense wave of nausea finally breached her defenses, and she began to retch violently and uncontrollably.

The security guards cautiously stepped forward to restrain Satsu, who offered no resistance, allowing them to lead him away.

After checking the condition of the shop assistant, one of the security guards shouted, "He's still alive! Go get a doctor, quickly!"

But before his companions could act, another team of security guards arrived on the scene. The man in the lead bellowed, "Take everyone away and seal off the news! Do not cause panic among the students!"

"Yes!"

This group of security guards moved with speed and precision, showing no hesitation; they clearly looked like they had received professional training.

"Hey, hey! We're security too, why are you taking us away!"

"And where did you lot come from? We've never seen you before!"

On the other side, inside the Chairman's office.

Sakayanagi Narimori sat face-to-face with a man in a tailored suit.

The man appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, his every gesture exuding composure.

"Mr. Chairman, please allow me to express my gratitude to you once again!"

"Thank you for understanding the young master's emotional instability. Rest assured, we will certainly handle this matter appropriately."

"From now on, I will be the one to convey Kato's intentions to you. You may call me Wolf Spider."