“This is a bit much.”
Yuki Asahi frowned slightly as he looked at the chaotic mess in the club hall, a hint of unease in his voice.
“Kid, don’t waste sympathy on this scum.”
A man in a crisp white suit, burly and imposing, leaned in with a sycophantic smile, bowing slightly as he explained,
“That bastard Saitou relied on the lowest tricks to harm others. There are plenty of innocent young men and women who were forced to their deaths by him.”
These words slightly eased the discomfort in Yuki Asahi’s heart.
He nodded, his gaze unconsciously drifting to Jiang Jian Yue, who was sipping juice beside him.
He never expected that the people Jiang Jian Yue summoned with a single phone call weren’t private bodyguards of the Jiang Family, but a group of Yakuza driving black luxury sedans.
These men had charged in like wolves, swinging clubs in a wild frenzy, sending the club’s guests fleeing in all directions.
“Bastards! If the old man finds out, he won’t let you go!”
Saitou Daizai was dragged before Jiang Jian Yue by several burly men like a dead dog, his head forced to the floor as he struggled to rise.
He glanced at Jiang Jian Yue, then bared his bloody mouth in a twisted grin:
“Heh… Momose, you dog, planning to find a new backer? Tsk tsk… this little chick, how about coming to my club…?”
Jiang Jian Yue found it somewhat funny—still talking tough even after being beaten like a panda?
That’s just begging for death.
Bang–
The man in the white suit was just about to step in to teach a lesson when, in a sudden blur, Saitou Daizai’s head was already slammed deep into the cracked wooden floor.
Yuki Asahi’s foot pressed down hard on the back of his head, golden eyes burning with anger and disgust.
Jiang Jian Yue certainly didn’t think, ‘Yuki-kun is so manly and handsome!’
That Yuki—what, do you think I don’t have hands?
“Ugh… um… can you…”
The thug holding Saitou’s neck groaned in pain, whispering a reminder through gritted teeth.
“Ah! Sorry!”
Not handsome for more than three seconds, Yuki Asahi’s face flushed bright red. He hurriedly lifted his foot, bowing repeatedly to apologize to the thug.
A blushing Yuki Asahi is so funny—
Jiang Jian Yue thought for a split second.
No, no, the important thing now is to ask about Saori Saiyonji’s whereabouts. Why am I thinking about other things?!
Saitou Daizai, whose head had just been stomped, finally became obedient.
He could truly feel that the seemingly delicate youth before him really intended to kill.
“Where is Saori Saiyonji?”
Yuki Asahi suppressed his swirling emotions, demanding in a harsh voice.
Saitou Daizai hesitated, then collapsed as if all strength had left him, murmuring meaninglessly,
“So it’s because of him… heh…”
“But, unfortunately, you’re already too late.”
Smack!
The man in the white suit slapped him hard, cursing,
“Bastard, enough nonsense! Where is the person? Spit it out!”
Saitou Daizai no longer resisted and honestly gave the address of the Waseda Town Warehouse.
Soon after, he was dragged away like trash—the outcome awaiting him was clear.
“We have cars. Let’s go together! Masanao! Prepare the car for Missy!”
“Osu!”
A subordinate immediately ran off in response.
After giving the order, the man in the white suit sidled up to Jiang Jian Yue with excessive enthusiasm.
“Missy, do you… still remember me?”
“We met once when you were very young.”
He looked at her expectantly.
Jiang Jian Yue’s blood-red eyes flickered with confusion as she searched her hazy memories.
“I—it’s me.”
The man in the white suit spoke in a classic phone scam tone, then continued,
“Momose Tadayoshi. Missy, do you not remember?”
“Once, my old man took me to your house to see Lord Jiang Jian. We met then. At that time, Missy was only… this tall. We played Nintendo together all afternoon.”
Who would remember something like that!
However, Jiang Jian Yue understood Momose Tadayoshi was trying to build rapport, so she nodded politely.
“Long time no see.”
Such connections meant nothing to Jiang Jian Yue.
But thinking of Yuki Asahi, it’s always good to have another option—maybe it would come in handy for him later.
So, she tugged Yuki Asahi’s sleeve and introduced,
“This is Yuki.”
Yuki Asahi nodded shyly, mimicking the greetings from yakuza dramas,
“I’m Yuki Asahi. Hello, Brother Momose.”
“I’ve heard so much about you! Truly outstanding—a man worthy of Missy’s favor!”
Momose Tadayoshi grinned broadly, warmly shaking Yuki Asahi’s hand.
Eh?
Yuki Asahi’s heart thudded.
What did he mean by “the man Missy likes”?
Could it be that Senior Jiang actually likes me?
No! When I confessed before, her rejection was so clear, it didn’t seem fake.
Even those “not quite a rejection” words didn’t seem like acting—
Yuki Asahi truly believed Jiang Jian Yue was considering it.
This sudden information knotted Yuki Asahi’s thoughts, making it impossible to understand Jiang Jian Yue’s true feelings.
Beside him, Jiang Jian Yue felt a chill from her feet to her head—her mind going cold and a little dead.
Why do even the yakuza believe this rumor?! And now Yuki Asahi knows too!
Deny it on the spot?
If she refuted such a rumor face-to-face, it would be humiliating—as someone who used to be a boy, she understood the consequences.
The little bit of confidence this child had painstakingly gathered would shatter.
Jiang Jian Yue had always treated the two kids from the Supernatural Club with kindness.
After all, considering herself an adult, she had to care for their mental health.
I’m not that kind of irresponsible adult.
Left with no choice, she decided to tacitly accept it for now, planning to explain to Yuki Asahi when they were alone.
After leaving the club and getting in the car, the group sped toward the warehouse address in Waseda Town.
Before the vehicle even stopped, Jiang Jian Yue saw through the window a shocking scene—Saori Saiyonji was being handcuffed and escorted into a police car by the Police.
Eh?
Wasn’t Saori Saiyonji supposed to have been kidnapped? Why was he being arrested himself?
As the car approached, Jiang Jian Yue saw the outline of a corpse on the roadside, charred like coal and not yet covered with a white cloth.
She couldn’t help but sigh heavily.
This child… also needs the Jiang Family’s help now.
***
A dozen minutes earlier, just before Jiang Jian Yue and the others arrived at the scene.
Saori Saiyonji had chased the last of the thugs onto the street, tackled him, and pinned him to the ground.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was wrong, please let me go!”
The man cried and begged, drawing the attention of passersby.
Some people, though afraid to intervene, raised their phones to record.
“You people have definitely done this more than once, haven’t you! Scum… people like you, what reason do you have to live in this world!”
Saori Saiyonji’s eyes were red as he screamed, looking half-mad.
Then, under the eyes of the public, brilliant flames erupted—