A dark warehouse; a beauty laying dead in the centre.

Scenes like this were distracting to say the least.

He didn’t even realise the fist coming towards him.

Now that Ryuto’s Physique was LV3, his strength was equivalent to a professional boxer.

Being punched from the back could have fatal consequences for ordinary people.

Despite this, Yamamoto was no ordinary person. 

Yamamoto has been on the streets since he was a teenager, living within gangs and organizations who has to fight to survive, later specializing in karate.

This made him experienced in hand-to-hand combat.

Just as Ryuto’s fist was about to hit his vital point, Yamamoto turned his head immediately solely from his survival instinct.

This made Ryuto miss the key point to knock him unconscious.

Yamamoto couldn’t help but stagger to the side.

Blood was forced out of his mouth.

Ryuto’s punch was strong – if the blow landed, Yamamoto would be on the ground by now.

However, Yamamoto got up immediately, being on guard as soon as realised he was being attacked.

Yamamoto supported his body with his left hand, fishing for something in his pockets.

His favourite pistol was hidden in the inner pocket of his clothes, if he could grab it, Ryuto’s head would blow up instantly.

He immediately produced his gun, pointing it at Ryuto and aiming for his head.

This series of movements were immediate, like an instinctive reaction of his body.

Yamamoto’s skills should not be looked down upon.

The moment he grabbed the pistol, Yamamoto could already see Ryuto’s corpse before him.

“Kiryu Ryuto, go to…”

Bzzzzt.

Electricity coursed through Yamamoto’s body, making him drop the pistol.

His muscles tightened and twisted, and his tongue cramped on itself, his words nothing more than strange incantations.

Unbearable pain spread throughout his body – he wanted to scream, but he was unable to.

Yamamoto wasn’t unfamiliar to this feeling either. He knew what being electrocuted felt like.

He just didn’t know who electrocuted him.

After all, Ryuto was standing before him, and he was holding nothing.

Just… who…?

Yamamoto’s body twitched and fell forward, and Ruri, who was lying unconscious next to him, stood up.

‘How is this possible?!’

Yamamoto couldn’t understand how she was still alive, and she was holding an Electric Shocker in her hand.

Ruri was covered in blood, and it painted her majestic figure, as if she was the Queen of Blood returning from Hell.

Of course, this wasn’t her blood. This was simply the fish’s blood found in the warehouse.

Thanks to the slightly dim environment and the smell of seawater, they were able to mask the smell.

Even a veteran like Yamamoto would be fooled.

“A plan to kidnap me? The Koujiro Ruri?!”

Before Yamamoto look up, Ruri had already squatted down and shocked him again.

Once again, the electric current passed through his body, and Yamamoto’s body twisted upon itself as he writhed around like an eel. His muscles spasmed, his face twitched uncontrollably, and his eyeballs had almost popped out of their sockets.

“What’s it like, being Tianmu Yongji’s dog?”

“Look at this cute little thing – were you trying to shoot him with it?”

“Don’t ever pull this on me. Ever. Again.”

Whenever Ruri spoke, she pressed the shocker button once.

Yamamoto’s body constantly writhed on the ground from electricity.

‘This Electric Shocker is perfect! Ryuto thought. It can inflict great pain, but there is no risk of death.’