The whole field was silent all of a sudden.

"Isn't it?"

The people of Bliss whispered.

"Boss, boss, he was beaten so badly?"

"That guy doesn't look like he's trying to push too hard."

"Is the leader of the Sakura Club a monster?"

"Who is he sacred?"

Finally, they reached a consensus.

"Escape ......"

"Run!"

Those who could still stand in the Elysium all threw away their armor and scattered in an instant, pouring out from the front and back doors.

"A bunch of rice buckets, it's really boring."

Shirakawa clapped his hands and looked at the scattered crowd.

"Team leader, you're amazing!"

Fujimiya and the others rushed over and wrapped their arms around his shoulders.

"Come on, light, you guys smell too much sweat."

"Ahaha."

"Team leader, I'll bring you a chair, team leader, you can sit."

"Gotta stop stink, it's not over yet."

"If you don't take advantage of this time, how can you get close to the big guy in the future."

Soon after, the scene cleared up.

At the Sakura Club, Kurotiya and the others had already sat up again, and after some treatment, their condition had improved a lot. Even if they were fighting each other on the streets, they had brought enough bandaging equipment and learned bandaging methods, and some of them were seriously injured, and they had already rented a car accompanied by their companions to a nearby hospital.

As for Bliss, many cadres were arrested and controlled as witnesses.

Shirakawa Sixteen Nights paced in front of Nishio Nanase without hurry.

"Next, it's torture time."

Shirakawa kicked Nishio Nanase twice: "Say! ”

Nishio Nanase gritted his teeth: "You haven't asked anything." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry." Shirakawa smiled at the Sixteenth Night. "As a member of a bad organization, it's not too much to intervene before questioning, right?"

Nishio Nanase's face turned purple.

"You give me a little care, because there is a backer behind me...... Won't let you go. ”

Bai Chuan smiled: "The last one said that there was someone behind him, you ask Don Motono, does this idea work?" ”

Domotono, who fell to the ground side by side, turned his face away, looked embarrassed, and ignored it.

Nishio Nanase thought that he understood something, and his expression became even more desperate, and even the last trace of threat and intimidation was put down.

"Let me ask you, Megumi Inoue, do you know?"

"Yes." Nishio Nanase shrugged weakly.

"The words are so small, have you eaten? Be louder! ”

"Yes!"

"Is her death part of your plan?"

"Yes."

Shirakawa stops the impatient Inoue Fujimiya.

"First record all his words, so that they can be used as evidence of his crime. Nishio Nanase, from preparation to cloth, let's honestly explain the whole process of your plan. ”

Nanase Nishio was silent.

Shirakawa looked at Inoue Fujinomiya: "Is there a vice?" ”

"There is no vice, find a wrench." Fujinomiya handed the tool to Shirakawa.

"Wrench? It's a little cruel. Shirakawa frowned thoughtfully.

Then he put the iron tool on Nishio Nanase's face and rubbed it, causing a cold and piercing feeling to soak his whole body, and whispered in a tone like a purgatory Shura:

"Shall we bet how many times you can carry your teeth?"

Nishio Nanase shuddered: "I, I can't bear ...... at once"

"If you can't bear it, why don't you say it quickly?"

“......”

"Killing you Sakura will be what I've always wanted, and the manpower is also distributed by my hands, but it's not me who came up with this plan, it's Kitaikesaki. Including those who have been listening to orders behind our backs, providing us with financial assistance, and even borrowing money from Inoue Fujinomiya, they are all those people. ”

Under the constant threats, Nishio Nanase explained the matter clearly, and finally said.

"Who?"

"Have you ever heard of the name 'fang', one of the eight snakes in Shinjuku? People want to control the three-chome, and your cherry blossoms will become a thorn in the side of others, and sooner or later they will be pulled out. ”

Shirakawa is keenly aware of the key points in the information point.

"If he wants to control the 3-chome, he must have his use, tell us, what is his plan?"

Nishio Nanase's eyes are dewed.

Shirakawa slammed the wrench on the ground, making a terrible sound.

"I said, I said, only me and Kitaikezaki know about this in the path of bliss, and the specific plan of Lord 'Fang' is ......"

Shirakawa sneered and shook his head, this guy is not as tough as Domotono.

"It's ......"

'Bang! ’

At this moment, the lights of the whole audience went out all at once.

'Boom. ’

Outside the window, only lightning and thunder remained, occasionally illuminating this corner of the room.

"Was it a trip caused by thunder?" Kuroto Masatake was puzzled.

Shirakawa's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Fujinomiya, do you know where the gate is?"

"I don't know. We didn't notice it when we came. ”

"Then you take the people who stay on the field, in groups of people, and look for them separately. A few of you, stay here and pay attention to the Nishio Nanase. ”

"Okay."

Not long after the members dispersed.

A black shadow leaned towards Shirakawa.

"Stop, who are you?"

Shirakawa asked.

The comer did not answer.

And then—

'Boom! ’

Although Shirakawa had been prepared, he still didn't expect that almost with lightning speed, the other party put down several members of his side, and Nanase Nishio, who was out of control, took the opportunity to rise up.

So fast!

"I'm sorry, I'll take you away for the time being. You'll see you again. ”

It was Kitaikesaki's voice.

Didn't this man remember that he had been fishing in troubled waters? Shirakawa looked puzzled.

In the dark, I saw Matsusuke shaking his head at him helplessly.

"That guy, he's not easy."

Seeing that the target of his hand was snatched away like this, of course Shirakawa couldn't sit idly by like this.

"Chase!"

Shirakawa took the lead and rushed forward with Matsusuke and the others.

There was a staircase outside the back door of the tavern, leading to the basement floor, and they moved down in the dark, slowing down a lot because of their unfamiliarity with the terrain.

'Bo Bo Lala. ’

Ahead was a garage, and the sound of a rolling door falling.

And the figure of Nishio Nanase, through the darkness, was seen standing on the side of the roller shutter.

"It's too late."

Shirakawa sprinted to speed up in the sixteenth night, and a wilted body, and drilled through from below before the roller shutter fell completely.

The rest of the people fell behind with the shutter slamming down.

"Team Leader!"

"Team Leader!"

'Boom'!

The figures on both sides were completely separated by the roller shutters, and those voices were also engulfed under the heavy obstruction.

Shirakawa steadied himself and cautiously looked around him.

The garage is only twenty square meters in size and has a small space. Inside there is only one Lexus SUV-GX, a sporty multi-purpose off-road vehicle of the Waterdrop model. Nishio Nanase was at the back of the car, rummaging through the carriage and grinding against a hard and piercing noise.

There doesn't seem to be a second person here other than him.

"What about Kitaikezaki? Not with you? ”

Shirakawa asked calmly as he moved closer.

"Against you, one is enough."

"Heh, it's not a small tone, don't forget that you are my defeated general."

"Hehehe."

Nanase Nishio over there laughed weirdly.

"Shirakawa Sixteen Nights, do you know what the cause of your death will be?"

Shirakawa stopped, as the other party's figure took the initiative to step out of the trunk.

"It's because of ignorance, self-confidence, and arrogance!"

As if there was an uproar, the lights in the warehouse were clear. At this time, the person above found the electric valve switch, and the space was lit up again.

Nishio Nanase has put on a professional baseball uniform, covering his body from top to bottom, and the helmet mask, upper body jacket, and combat boots on the upper edges of the legs and knee joints are all composed of hard armor. And he has an iron baseball bat in his hand.

Shirakawa knew what was in his trunk.

Baseball, as the number one sport in Japan, is not uncommon everywhere. But such a complete baseball uniform is still rare.

For middle school students, they can't play at the same high-lethal speed as in the professional arena, and they may not have to be equipped so well. But in the eyes of a rich child like Nishio Nanase, the pretense must be in place, and the taste must be orthodox. It cost a lot of money to get such a formal dress.

That's not good.

Shirakawa's nails sink into the palms.

Because on the professional baseball field, in order to prevent the fatal damage that may be caused by baseball at speeds of up to 100 kilometers per hour, all weak joints must be prevented without fail.

It can be seen that the defensive attributes of this set of equipment are simply full.

In the garage, at the entrance, two roller shutters were cut off one after the other, blocking all his retreats.

In a small space, it is the best terrain for this armored monster to show its strength.

Fight to the death!

Only fight to the death!

Nanase Nishio was already roaring and rushing towards him.

"In the sixteenth night of Shirakawa, I will break your bones fiercely, and listen to you scream on the ground, crying and begging me for mercy." Nanase Nishio held the stick in both hands and let out a dull roar. "Die!"

Shirakawa's death must be used to repay the shame!

This is also to win a glimmer of life for himself.

Because of him, there is no choice!

It was difficult for Shirakawa to understand why Nanase Nishio, who was still like a defeated dog just now, would have his morale rise to this point in an instant.

But time did not allow him to think clearly.

You must deal with a strong enemy at hand!

Shirakawa rose to his feet.

If the Nishio Nanase who was holding the spray before was a normal mode, and the Nishio Nanase who was in hand-to-hand combat was a simple mode, then now he is in the form of a baseball uniform, and he is in hell mode.

In the entire warehouse, there seemed to be a line of red and eye-catching words -

Boss Fights!