Chapter 12: Finally Found You
Chapter 12: Finally Found You
“Whoosh—”
After recovering from the concussion, Fang Cheng exhaled deeply and approached Morishita Yamato.
Morishita Yamato lay curled up, the pain in his groin and his concussion leaving him in a semi-conscious state.
Fang Cheng crouched and seized his head, slapping him awake.
“Who put you up to this? Was it Kanzaki Rin?”
Morishita Yamato remained silent, glaring furiously at Fang Cheng.
Though his heartbeat roared with the urge to fight, the throbbing pain between his legs and dizzy head left him powerless.
“Not talking?”
Fang Cheng gripped his head and smashed it against the floor.
The impact made Morishita Yamato shriek as facial wounds reopened.
Undeterred, Fang Cheng continued slamming the boy’s head against the floor—thud after thud—until blood pooled around them.
“N-no one! I acted alone! I just… didn’t want anyone near Kanzaki-sama!”
Morishita Yamato finally cracked, terrified this lunatic might beat him to death.
“Then go confess your feelings instead of bothering me!”
Two more brutal slams elicited fresh howls.
Fang Cheng pressed further: “You’ve got yakuza connections, right? They’ll come after me. Maybe I should finish you now and hide in prison—sound good?”
Each word punctuated by another slam, reducing the burly teen to a sobbing, 200-pound wreck.
“No gangs! I swear I’ll leave you alone!”
“Better not disappoint me.”
Releasing the battered bully, Fang Cheng rose. The two basketball team members still feigned unconsciousness, unwilling to defend their boss.
Madman? Perhaps. But without that madness, Fang Cheng would be the one bleeding today.
Only Miyamoto Masami remained upright in the audience area, frozen since the counterattack began.
She’d witnessed Morishita Yamato brutalize students, teachers, and subordinates—but never seen him overpowered. Especially by an ordinary student lacking size or strength.
The absurdity paralyzed her until Fang Cheng loomed close.
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“Don’t move.”
His command petrified her.
“W-what do you want?” she stammered.
Without answering, Fang Cheng snatched her milk tea, removed the lid, and examined the remaining contents.
Fang Cheng poured the milk tea over Miyamoto Masami’s head, drenching her hair completely.
Miyamoto Masami trembled uncontrollably, whimpering through clenched teeth yet refusing to budge.
Fang Cheng flung the last drops onto her face before slamming the empty cup upside-down on her head.
“Consider this a free facial. Never wear that repulsive makeup near me again.”
He rummaged through Miyamoto Masami’s backpack, snatched a tissue pack to wipe blood from his own face, then grabbed his discarded bag and strode away.
The basketball court froze in stillness – three muscle-bound thugs feigned unconsciousness on the ground while Miyamoto Masami stayed statue-still, teacup perched absurdly on her head.
Movement meant accepting defeat.
Footsteps shattered the tense silence.
A sharp-featured youth entered the court, his school uniform somehow projecting authority rather than student innocence.
Aoki Yusuke – apex predator of the school’s social pyramid.
Student council president. Board member’s son. Rumored secret beau of Kanzaki Rin. Even Morishita Yamato jumped at his command.
Aoki’s brow furrowed at the fallen trio.
The two basketball team members scrambled up, hauling Morishita Yamato to his feet despite their pounding heads.
“What did he say?” Aoki cut straight to the point.
Morishita hung his head. “He denied everything. No connection to Kanzaki Rin. Wouldn’t explain how they met. Refused to back off.”
Aoki’s smile stayed pleasant. “No matter. I’ll handle it from here.”
To the players: “Get Yamato to the nurse. Now.”
As they shuffled toward the infirmary, Morishita maintained stony silence.
“Captain…” one finally ventured, “are we really taking this?”
“Taking this?!”
Morishita’s roar startled his escorts. Veins bulged as he snarled:
“This isn’t over. It’s barely started!”
…
Fang Cheng exited school grounds with fully healed wounds, though his bloodstained uniform drew no stares from the emptied corridors.
Today’s ambush had been unexpected. Beating Morishita brought no relief – only certainty this was no solo act. Someone powerful pulled strings, someone connected to Kanzaki Rin.
The ape-man’s surrender meant nothing. Retribution would come. Fang Cheng’s only defense? Grow stronger. Fast.
Neon signs bathed the subway exit in garish light as dusk deepened. Fang Cheng quickened his pace, hunger gnawing his gut.
Nightfall emptied the streets. Citizens knew better than to linger after dark outside secure zones.
Fang Cheng froze.
The metallic tang of blood wafted from a shadowed alley. Pedestrians hurried past, eyes averted.
He considered the inky darkness, then walked away.
Too many problems already.
Behind him, a curvaceous figure emerged from gloom – a business-attired woman in her mid-twenties, cute features twisted by predatory gleam. Crimson tongue swiped across lips as she stared at the retreating boy.
“Found you.”