“Uh… this…”
Shiori’s eye twitched slightly.
Why was she being approached by someone like this when she was just minding her own business?
Moreover, looking at this uncle’s attire, he was clearly someone from the underworld.
Even though Shiori had Ratatoskr, such a large organization, backing her, she didn’t want to get involved with such people for no reason…
“Ahahahaha, as expected of someone whose cross-dressing has been recognized by all our members, you can even attract thugs!”
From the headphones came Kotori’s heartless laughter.
You could faintly hear other members in the Conference Room stifling their giggles.
Black lines covered Shiori’s head.
She turned around and whispered, “You still have the mood to laugh? Hurry up and think of a way to get this foot-fetish uncle to leave!”
“You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”
Kotori took the Lollipop out of her mouth and crossed her legs.
“This uncle is just an ordinary person. You don’t expect us to use Ratatoskr’s power on him, right?”
Of course, Kotori was just teasing Shiori.
After all, a cross-dressing man being hit on by a foot-fetish uncle was a once-in-a-lifetime scene.
If it continued, it would definitely get even more interesting.
But if that uncle really dared to make a move on Shiori, Kotori wouldn’t sit back and do nothing.
With her means, dealing with a thug would be a piece of cake.
Shiori didn’t know Kotori’s thoughts.
She just shook her head.
It seemed she could only rely on herself now.
“Uncle, I have things to do. Please step aside.”
With that, Shiori walked to the front desk and asked about the location of the 303 Suite.
Masao Nohara, standing to the side, heard everything clearly.
His brow furrowed, and all kinds of thoughts ran through his mind.
So as not to be recognized by teachers patrolling nearby, Shiori had specifically changed into plain clothes before coming here.
But from his youthful appearance, it was obvious he wasn’t very old—at most a high school student.
At this time of day, appearing in this kind of place—
Masao Nohara immediately thought of two words: “Enjo○!”
Looking at Shiori’s petite figure, Masao Nohara couldn’t help but imagine—
A frail girl, not wanting to burden her poor family, forced to sell her body to pay her massive tuition fees…
A wave of sadness surged in his heart.
Masao Nohara looked at the blue-haired girl with a complicated gaze, and rushed forward without hesitation.
He grabbed Shiori’s hand.
“You shouldn’t do this kind of thing anymore. Tell me how much you need!”
At this moment, Masao Nohara felt like the coolest man in the world.
With overwhelming dominance, he saved a fallen girl, creating a tragic and touching love story.
However, to the onlookers, it was a different scene entirely.
On the giant screen of the Fraxinus Conference Room, all they saw was a fierce-looking, burly, foot-fetish uncle, grabbing the delicate hand of a helpless girl and pulling her outside.
It looked just like a crime scene.
Pa!
Kotori, seeing this, was so startled that she slammed the table and stood up, her face filled with shock.
She never expected that this foot-fetish uncle would mistake Shiori for an enjo○ girl, and even ask the price in public.
This, this, this…
“Kannazuki, send someone to drag that guy to the station!”
“Commander, I don’t think that’s necessary right now.”
Before Kannazuki could reply, Reine, sitting in front of the computer, spoke up.
Kotori was so anxious that she was about to cry.
That was her brother!
Just thinking about her brother about to be pinned under a foot-fetish uncle made her… made her… even feel a little excited?
No, no, it must be an illusion!
Reine calmly swiped the computer twice.
The image on the screen above the Conference Room changed abruptly.
Wanmie and Shinomiya, dressed in light summer clothes, appeared on the screen.
They were standing at the entrance of XX Hotel.
“Why is it so noisy here?”
Arriving at the address Miku gave her, Wanmie found a crowd gathered at the hotel entrance.
It seemed something had happened inside the hotel.
Wanmie grabbed a random person to ask and finally learned the situation.
A few minutes earlier, a group of thugs had set their sights on a girl and were harassing her.
Naturally, Wanmie had no time to meddle in such matters.
Her meeting with Miku was about to start.
Taking Shinomiya through the crowd, Wanmie saw a burly man entangled with a girl.
Behind him stood three men with brightly dyed hair, watching the scene—they were probably the burly man’s underlings.
“Let me go, or I’ll call the police!”
“Sigh, girl, I’m really not a bad person!”
“Only a ghost would believe that! Aren’t you the bad guy yourself?!”
“I’m just trying to save you!”
The two argued noisily, but the man was so big that he completely blocked the girl.
Wanmie felt the girl’s voice was a bit familiar but didn’t intend to get involved.
This was not some lawless place—police patrolled all the time, so they would probably be here soon.
Wanmie walked to the front desk, about to ask about the 303 Suite’s location, when she heard someone shout behind her.
“Wanmie-san, save me!”
Wanmie whipped her head around, eyes widening.
The one calling her was none other than Itsuka Shiori, who was still struggling with Masao Nohara.
Ah, this…
For a moment, Wanmie didn’t even know how to retort.
But since it was Shiori, she couldn’t just stand by and watch.
She entrusted Shinomiya to a front desk staff member and slowly walked toward the pair.
The two underlings behind Masao Nohara stared blankly at the stunning beauty, while only Yuuichi, upon seeing Wanmie’s cold yet beautiful face, was filled with shock and fear.
Could he be this unlucky? Why was she here?
Yuuichi wanted to warn his two companions, but it was too late.
At some point, the two had already run up to Wanmie.
“Miss, interested in getting to know us?”
“What’s your name, Miss? We brothers are quite famous around here.”
Wanmie looked at the two thugs with disdain.
While thinking, ‘What kind of people are these?’ she pointed at Masao Nohara.
“Is that guy with you?”
“That’s our boss! He’s the right-hand man of our Tian Shan Group leader!”
The blond man said proudly.
Tian Shan Group, the largest gang in this area—before Ghost Shadow appeared, just hearing the name was enough to make people tremble in fear.
Although the group was not as powerful as in the past, their reputation remained.
Intimidating a student-like girl such as Wanmie was still easy.
Upon hearing this, the onlookers exploded.
“No way? Those thugs are actually from the Tian Shan Group?”
“Oh my god, doesn’t that mean those two kids…”
“Call the police! We can’t let scum like this ruin those kids!”
“Sigh, it’s useless. The Tian Shan Group is powerful in this district—the police might not be able to do anything.”
The crowd grew despondent.
However, what surprised everyone was that after hearing the name Tian Shan Group, Wanmie didn’t panic at all.
Instead, she raised an eyebrow and asked with great interest, “All four of you are from Tian Shan Group?”
The redhead behind the blond paused and nodded.
“Yeah.”
They had never seen anyone stay this calm after hearing the name Tian Shan Group.
“That’s great!”
Wanmie shouted excitedly, startling the onlookers.
Lately, her expenses had been ridiculously high.
The date with Shinomiya had cost her most of her monthly allowance.
Although these four thugs wouldn’t fetch much, four gold coins were still four gold coins.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat.
Besides, Wanmie was nearly broke—these four thugs were a gift from the heavens.
“Wh… what does that mean?”
The blond was dumbfounded.
Usually, people would hand over money immediately after hearing the Tian Shan Group’s name.
He had never seen someone like Wanmie.
The redhead looked at the blond, also baffled, and shook his head.
He didn’t understand Wanmie’s words, either.
Only Yuuichi, trembling in a distant corner, was looking for a chance to escape.
Masao Nohara noticed something was wrong with his underlings and let go of Shiori, glaring at Wanmie and the others.
Seeing this, Shiori quickly distanced herself from Masao Nohara and loudly warned Wanmie, “Wanmie-san, be careful! They’re not…”
Before Shiori could finish, Wanmie moved.
She raised her fist and swung it straight at the blond’s face.
The blond instinctively raised his arms to block, but Wanmie’s punch was fierce and powerful.
It landed squarely on his forearms.
Unexpectedly, the delicate-looking, white fist broke the blond’s arms, the force carrying through to his chest.
The blond flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed onto a guest sofa.
The onlookers’ jaws nearly hit the floor.
Who could have imagined that a seemingly harmless, lovable beauty could be so ruthless?
With a single punch, she sent a man more than twice her weight flying.
But they didn’t know that, despite her fragile appearance, Wanmie was still a Spirit.
She might not be strong enough to take on AST members, but a few thugs posed no challenge.
Shiori’s eyes also widened.
Even though he knew Wanmie wasn’t human, her tendency to resort to violence without warning still shocked him.
The redhead beside him stared at the white-haired girl with a face as cold as frost, his legs trembling.
What kind of person was this?!
Wanmie withdrew her fist, her gaze landing on the redhead.
On that icy and beautiful face appeared a gentle, spring-like smile.
“You’re next~”