Lu Mingfei looked at Minamoto Chisaki, his gaze calm. "What do you want?"
That question stumped Minamoto Chisaki.
Honestly, they had not really decided what they wanted. They had come in full of murderous momentum, as if they were going to tear apart the punk who had tricked Erii away. But when they actually stood before him, he simply faced them without dodging or flinching, even stepping out from behind the girl on his own initiative—you could not just walk up and slash at him, could you?
Their original plan had been simple: see what sort of person Erii's "friend" was. If he was a liar, they would make him regret it.
If he was a scumbag, they would make him regret it too; if he was merely an ordinary person—they would scare him into leaving Erii on his own.
No matter which it was, the outcome would be "make him regret it." But now there was a problem—Lu Mingfei did not seem afraid at all.
An ordinary high school student was surrounded by more than forty burly men in black, all carrying wooden swords, yet his expression did not change. Either he had been scared stupid, or he truly was not afraid. Looking into Lu Mingfei's eyes, Minamoto Chisaki did not think he looked scared stupid.
He fell silent, unsure how to continue the script for a moment.
Crow was quick-witted. He immediately stepped forward, glaring fiercely at Lu Mingfei with the look of a loyal henchman. "Kid, do you know who you've messed with?"
Lu Mingfei looked at Crow's deliberately vicious face and suddenly smiled. "What, Crow? Are you and Yasha planning to pour me into a concrete pillar and dump me in Tokyo Bay again?"
Crow and Yasha froze at the same time.
Pouring people into concrete