Fortunately, Kuroki City was keenly aware of a sneaky figure.

About 1.73 meters, flat head, a tight face, and holding something tightly in his right hand.

Here it comes!

Blackwood City can be sure that this is the perpetrator!

He adjusted his breathing and was not in a hurry to make a move.

I knew that the perpetrator would slam the Son six times, but others didn't know.

At the beginning, he fell to the ground, and others thought it was a private brawl.

At that time, the security guards put both people out, and the concert went on as usual.

So, Kuroki plans to wait until the assailant knocks for the first time before making a move.

The perpetrator did not have any excitement, except for the cold expression on his face, everything else was calm.

"It's not good to do something with this kind of execution." Kuroki thought to himself.

The Son didn't know what was going to happen, and was swinging his shoulders happily.

Accompanied by the melody, she put the microphone to her mouth.

At this moment, the gymnasium fell silent, and everyone couldn't bear to disturb the idol's singing.

The Son sings with such ease.

When she sang the third line, she noticed something, subconsciously stepped aside, and the song stopped abruptly.

The assailant sped up and rushed forward with an iron rod.

One time, two times......

"Damn, this hand speed is a bit fast."

Blackwood City was not stunned or shocked by the others.

"Seiko-chan !!"

With a loud roar, he rushed forward, knocking the assailant away before he could strike him a third time.

Almost at the same time, the audience rushed up, all with angry faces.

Kuroki Cheng took the opportunity to hold the Holy Son who was covering his head and showing pain in his arms, and quickly retreated in the direction of the backstage.

"Holy Son-chan!"

Other fans were concerned, but were pushed away indiscriminately by Kuroki City.

"No one can hurt my holy son-chan!"

Kuroki Castle hugged the Holy Son tightly, but unfortunately she was completely blinded and didn't hear this.

Snuggled tightly into the broad embrace of Kuroki Castle, its petite body eager to blend in, keeping the noise and chaos out.

The staff gathered one after another, and when they saw Blackwood City protecting the Holy Son, they thought it was a colleague, so they didn't think much about it, and urged to speed up.

Once backstage, they immediately locked the door.

"Holy Son!"

Kuroki Castle helped the Holy Son to sit down, and he was pushed away by the staff.

Her agent squatted beside the Holy Son, anxious and panicked.

"Let's take it to the hospital." Kuroki said.

"Yes, yes!"

"Hurry up and get ready for the car!"

"Let's get a few people out and deal with the fans!"

His words reminded the people present that they all woke up like a dream and got busy.

The Son went to the parking lot surrounded by the crowd.

Kuroki City followed, but was immediately discovered.

"Are you the security guard of the gymnasium?"

The agent of the Holy Son stopped him with a frown.

Kuroki Castle was stunned, revealing his identity, he was just a fan who couldn't bear to see the Holy Son being hurt.

"I'm so sorry."

The agent paused for a moment and immediately bent down to apologize.

If it's security, he'll be very strict and shout at dereliction of duty.

But fans are involved in violence, and the nature is completely different.

However, the agent still did not take him to the hospital.

After thanking him again, he left by car with the Son.

Kuroki had no choice but to go back from the backstage, the gymnasium had turned on the lights, the scene was chaotic, the assailant was suppressed by a group of people, and the police were rushing in from outside.

"I don't know if these people will refund their ticket money."

Looking at this scene, Kuroki City was deeply touched.

The matter was not over, and reporters who rushed to hear the news gathered at the entrance of the stadium and surrounded the assailants who were taken into the car by the police.

At this time, the assailant's face was full of excitement, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by people, just like an idol who sang on stage, actively looking for reporters and camera shots.

Kuroki no longer paid attention to the follow-up, found a hotel nearby, and dialed Tamura Kiko's phone.

"Now that I'm looking for a chance to meet her, I think there's a good chance of success."

Blackwood Castle briefly explained the situation here and made suggestions.

There was a long silence on the other side of the phone.

"Pick me up at the airport tomorrow."

After Kuroki City wondered if it was a malfunction, Tamura Kiko said.

Kuroki City looked strange, and felt that the other party's tone was not quite right.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the airport and saw Kiko Tamura wearing a tweed coat.

"Turn yourself in."

Tamura Kieko came up to him, and her first words were unexpected.

"What?"

Kuroki Castle didn't understand, and was frightened by Kiko Tamura's serious appearance.

After a while, he came to his senses and hurriedly said, "What are you thinking!?" Wasn't I planning, am I such a crazy person? ”

Kiko Tamura looked at him and didn't speak.

Kuroki City was inexplicably weak-hearted, empathy, he flew to Okinawa urgently yesterday, and there was a violent incident at night, and he participated in it in time.

"It seems suspicious."

Kuroki Castle doesn't make unnecessary explanations, and the more he explains, the more suspicious it becomes.

"My motto in life is to obey the law." He said seriously.

Tamura Kiko said no more, and no longer inquired.

She doesn't have to ask about this matter, she doesn't have to do anything with it, if she really asks it, she will end up knowing and not reporting it.

"Let's go to the Son."

She had connections and knew which hospital the Holy Son was staying in, so she rushed over with Kuroki Castle.

Outside the hallway of the ward, the police stand guard here.

Tamura Kiko glanced at Kuroki Castle next to her.

Kuroki didn't squint, pretending not to see.

"Miss Tamura!"

The economic people I saw yesterday ran over in a panic, nodded and bowed, very respectful.

"We heard that the Son had been attacked, so we came to visit."

"The Son has rested."

The agent was sincerely frightened, groveling, and did not dare to offend the eldest lady, but still refused.

"You?"

However, the agent recognized the Blackwood City next to him.

"Wait a minute."

Without explanation, the agent walked into the ward.

In less than a minute, he came out again and invited two people in.

The Holy Son's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he sat on the hospital bed in a state of distraction.

Other than that, nothing is too much trouble.

Kuroki City knew this, and if he hadn't interfered, the Holy Son would only have been hospitalized for a week if he received six hits.

It can be seen that otaku are all scum.

"Miss Tamura, thank you very much for your concern."

The Holy Son was also very polite to Tamura Kiko.

Although he has always refused the invitation to the show, Tamura Jiko's identity is here, and he doesn't dare to offend at all.

Even if it is a national idol like the Holy Son, in front of the chaebol in District 11, it is still not enough to see.

"Thank you very much for your shot yesterday."

She learned from her agent that it was this escort who was escorting her back to the backstage.

Looking at its figure, she also remembered the person who had taken her away last night.

"I'm a fan of the Holy Son, and that's what I'm supposed to do."

After that, Kuroki City introduced himself.

"Mr. Kuroki, did I do something wrong?" The Son asked.

There is no sad demeanor, the tone is normal, but it is inexplicably distressing.

Blackwood City felt a little guilty and didn't stop it in the first place.

"It's none of your business, some people are born with psychological imbalance and perverted hearts."

In District 11, death threats against idols are a daily occurrence, and now they are not with them.

Well?

As he was talking, he noticed an inexplicable gaze next to him, originating from Tamura Kiko.

"In her eyes, am I scolding myself?"