When it came to chasing girls, using a few tricks was perfectly normal. He just hadn't expected Boss Inukai, with those thick brows and big eyes, to pull something like this too—if it hadn't been for his "good brother" Yamamoto coming clean, who could have guessed?
It had to be said, humans really were creatures whose appearances could be deceiving...
Thinking this, Sogo Doma looked toward Yamamoto, the very embodiment of a "good brother." "My friend, it seems you have quite a few complaints about your boss..."
But before he could finish, Yamamoto panicked.
"How could I!?"
"How could I possibly have any objections to you, Boss..."
Sogo Doma: -_-
Could beating someone up actually earn him underlings? Was his personal charisma really that great? Obviously not. Even Stockholm syndrome wasn't this efficient...
Not to mention him—even Masuzu Natsukawa couldn't stop her eye from twitching. "..."
She knew these delinquents were little better than a disorganized mob, but she truly hadn't expected their integrity to be this low.
In truth, how could Yamamoto not know how badly his actions reflected on him? But what choice did he have? From the moment the monster before him asked whether they had called him a bastard, Yamamoto had realized it—this monster held grudges like nobody else. They had only cursed him once, hadn't they?
What yakuza didn't throw out a few threats before a fight? But what yakuza would specifically ask what people had called him after beating them up? He clearly had no intention of letting them off...
Of course, Yamamoto wouldn't have caved so quickly over that alone. The problem was that this monster had deliberately repeated the words they had used to threaten that high school girl. Which raised the question: when had this monster arrived? And what was his