At this moment, the blond guy’s eyes were full of pride and mockery, as if Haruto was already in his grasp.
However…
the gal he was holding in his arms pulled his collar somewhat flusteredly at this time.
“Shi… Shika-kun…” The gal’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes full of fear and panic.
“What’s wrong? Did that kid kneel and beg for mercy?”
The blond guy wiped the beer from the corner of his mouth and turned his gaze back to the front.
However, the sight he saw left him dumbfounded.
“H-How can this be!?”
He widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
The seven thugs he had brought were all clutching their stomachs and falling to the ground, unable to get up!
Their faces were full of pain and fear, and their bodies were trembling constantly, as if they had experienced a terrible nightmare.
“How is this possible! What did you do!”
The blond guy roared angrily, his eyes full of horror and confusion, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
“What did I do? Just one punch per person.”
Haruto said coldly, his eyes full of disdain and ruthlessness.
Great strength, extreme speed, and super-fast reaction time—when all attributes reached the peak of humanity, the current Haruto was undoubtedly a so-called “monster”!
With one punch each, he knocked them all down.
These useless thugs had no power to fight back at all!
“Now, it’s your turn!”
Haruto looked coldly at the blond guy, his eyes full of killing intent and ruthlessness, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
“Don’t—no!” Seeing the other’s unfriendly gaze, the blond guy immediately lost all will to fight.
His legs trembled uncontrollably, his face full of fear and despair.
He quickly knelt on the ground and pleaded, “I was wrong, brother—no, Big Brother! From now on, I’ll follow your lead! Big Brother!”
His voice was full of sobs, like a criminal about to be executed.
“Screw you!”
Haruto kicked him directly in the crotch.
His movement was swift and decisive, without any hesitation.
Only a “crack” was heard, as if something had shattered.
Thus, there was one more “Bakugan Boy” in this world.
The blond guy clutched his crotch in pain, rolling on the ground and letting out miserable screams.
At the same time.
[Ding! You have obtained the skill: ‘Capitalist’]
With this sudden system prompt, a massive amount of information flooded into Haruto’s mind like a tide at this instant.
This information was complex yet organized, including asset details of multiple overseas companies, ranging from procurement lists of office supplies to real estate holdings; bank card account passwords and the corresponding huge wealth figures; and even the private phone numbers of some politicians.
Haruto narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he quickly digested this information.
He took out his phone, his fingers sliding quickly across the screen, and dialed a number.
The other end responded quickly.
Haruto said a few words concisely and then hung up.
Not long after, the sharp sound of sirens came from the street.
Two police cars rushed over like lightning and screeched to a halt by the roadside.
The doors opened, and several uniformed police officers quickly got out.
However, the cunning and ruthlessness in their eyes betrayed their identity as anything but righteous.
These were corrupt cops kept by politicians.
Haruto remained calm.
He walked up to the lead corrupt cop, pulled him to a relatively hidden corner, and whispered a few words.
The corrupt cop was slightly stunned at first, then a flattering smile appeared on his face, and he nodded repeatedly.
Soon, these corrupt cops went into action, roughly dragging the troublemaking thugs into the cars.
As for the fate of these thugs—whether they would be sunk into the cold, dark sea to become food for fish and shrimp, or made into feed for unknown livestock—Haruto didn’t know and didn’t care.
In short, he knew in his heart that he would probably never see these people again.
Meanwhile, the dark-skinned gal stood there in a daze, not taken away by the corrupt cops.
Haruto spared her life for the time being.
It seemed she had inadvertently overheard the conversation of the corrupt cops and knew the tragic end the thugs were about to face.
Now, looking at Haruto again, her eyes were full of extreme fear.
She had completely collapsed on the ground, her pants soaked with urine from incontinence, emitting a pungent smell.
Haruto frowned, a look of disgust appearing on his face.
Tsk, scared to the point of peeing herself?
He took two steps closer, looked at the gal’s face from a short distance, and silently gave her a score—around sixty or seventy.
She had an average appearance.
As for taking her into his harem, forget it; he found her lacking.
“Do you want to live?” Haruto asked coldly.
“Yes… yes! Please… don’t kill me…”
The dark-skinned gal immediately shook like a sieve, her voice sob-filled.
She had clearly heard what those corrupt cops said before they left—that they were going to sell those thugs to an underworld organization that buys human organs, to harvest their organs for profit.
Just thinking about that bloody and terrifying scene made her body shake uncontrollably, as if death were already at hand.
“That depends on whether you can get things done. Do you know Kurashiki Reina?” Haruto stared at her with sharp eyes and asked.
“Re… Rena?” The dark-skinned gal reacted quickly and instantly understood what Haruto wanted.
“I, I know her! She and I are good friends. If you want her, I can…”
Haruto quickly reached out a hand and covered her mouth.
Natsuha was still not far behind him.
It wouldn’t be good if she heard this; it would be troublesome if it caused unnecessary misunderstanding.
“Then add me on LINE. I’ll contact you then.” Haruto let go and said indifferently.
“Yes!” The dark-skinned gal quickly agreed, scrambling to take out her phone and add Haruto as a friend.
LINE is equivalent to WeChat in China; it’s a common social software used in Japan and Korea for daily communication.
After adding him and getting Haruto’s permission, the dark-skinned gal immediately fled in panic, as if a monster were chasing her.
Having settled this matter, Haruto patted the dust off his clothes, tidied himself up, and turned back to Natsuha.
Natsuha was still standing there, her eyes filled with a hint of alarm and confusion.
Obviously, the series of events that just happened was too shocking for her.
“What’s wrong, Shinomiyajima-san? Were you scared?” Haruto asked gently with a smile.
“I… um, sorry… I lost my composure. I just didn’t expect Sawamura-san to have such strength…”
Natsuha lowered her head slightly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, as she spoke with a trembling voice.