Fuka observed the extraordinary movements and neural reflexes of both people, then unconsciously praised.
"Where did you find two fighters this amazing?" Even she had to admit that Ryunosuke's two assistants were truly formidable.
"Wait!" Fuka realized something was off. The number of people didn't match! She meant, the number of people who had fallen.
Currently, Ayanokouji had dropped 19 people. Koenji dropped 20 people. She herself dropped 4 people, and Ryunosuke dropped 9 people. Total 52 people. However, the number of people lying down clearly exceeded 80 people. So, who cleaned up the rest?
(Why didn't I notice at all?) Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Fuka's temples.
Right at that moment, the sound of electric shock was heard in her ear. She turned toward the source of the sound and saw the faint figure of a bob-haired girl. That figure appeared blurry, her face difficult to see clearly, but around her many people had already fallen. Clearly, the rest were cleaned up by her.
That person was none other than Megumi.
Megumi looked at the stun gun in her hand with a somewhat troubled expression; the battery was dead. What could she do—there were too many people, the power wasn't enough. She didn't expect there would be this many; had she known, she would have brought several spare batteries.
Megumi thought seriously without caring about Fuka who was staring at her with an incredulous gaze.
Fuka felt like seeing a ghost; how could this girl appear behind her? Why didn't she sense it at all?
Why were all the people around Ryunosuke monsters?
Megumi approached Ryunosuke with a flat face, shook her stun gun, and said in a complaining tone. "The battery's dead. May I go home now?"
Ryunosuke stroked Megumi's head. "Good work, Megumi."
Megumi squinted her eyes comfortably, then pulled Ryunosuke's hand from her head and bit the young man's finger gently while tilting her head cutely. "Come home earlier tonight. I'll wait."
Ryunosuke scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry, Megumi. I still have important business to settle; it seems I can't tonight..."
Seeing her wish wasn't granted, Megumi's face immediately turned sour. She swatted away Ryunosuke's hand, puffed out her cheeks, then walked away. Clearly she was sulking.
Ryunosuke felt helpless, but he didn't say anything. He'd coax her slowly later.
The enemies around them had now almost been completely cleaned up. On the other side, Koenji and Ayanokouji only had slightly dirty collars, without significant injuries. Meanwhile, the second-year students had almost all fallen.
Fuka was slightly out of breath; clearly she was quite tired. To chase the speed of the three junior monsters beside her, she exerted all her strength in the last seconds. Although tired, she "only" managed to drop 12 people, while the rest were divided equally by the three monsters. Ryunosuke himself didn't drop too many, only 17 people; the rest were finished by Koenji, Ayanokouji, and partly by Megumi.
The four of them entered Class 2-A's room, where Nagumo was. Ryunosuke broke down the door until it was destroyed, then together with Ayanokouji, Koenji, and Fuka, he approached Nagumo who was already dumbfounded. Ryunosuke sat down and directly demanded points.
"Can you give the points now?"
Nagumo gaped; until now he couldn't process what had actually happened. Ryunosuke patiently crossed his legs elegantly, then said while smiling.
"Vice President Nagumo doesn't intend to break his promise, right? Let me tell you first~ I've already cleaned up all your brothers outside. Now only you're left alone."
Ryunosuke brought his face closer, cracked his knuckles as a threat. "If you dare break your promise, just try. I guarantee you won't be able to see tomorrow's sun."
Nagumo: "😐"
He lamented his fate in his heart.
(If I'd known you were this good at fighting, what was the point of me going through all this trouble?) Nagumo swallowed, then with trembling hands transferred all his personal points. The total was only about 17 million points.
Ryunosuke looked confused. "Why is it so little?"
Nagumo answered bitterly, "This is all my personal points. Previously I spent 20 million to pull Class 3-B's votes, so..."
"So you spent it." Ryunosuke cut in with a gaze sharp as a knife, radiating a bit of killing aura. After all, Nagumo had just spent money that should have been his. How could he be happy?
Nagumo wiped sweat from his forehead; his former arrogance had vanished. He truly didn't expect that with just 4 people, the opposing party could topple all second-year students. Even he had never imagined something this impossible.
Soon, the second-year students began to regain consciousness. They returned with battered bodies, walking lame with faces full of fear. Ryunosuke waved his hand, signaling he wouldn't do anything more to them. Only then could they breathe a sigh of relief and sit limply on the floor.
Fuka found this somewhat funny. More than a hundred people afraid of four people; who would believe if this was told? Her interest in this junior peaked even more; she even licked her seductive red lips, as if wanting to devour the young man.
Seeing people had almost gathered, Ryunosuke began the main topic. He took out a micro camera from his shirt sleeve that recorded the fighting scene earlier. 4 VS 117 people, from any side his party was legitimate self-defense. The opposing party would definitely receive severe sanctions, including their homeroom teachers.
Ryunosuke placed that camera on the table and pushed it toward Nagumo. His meaning was very clear.
"Give points. If not, I'll submit this to the school authorities. You know the consequences yourselves."
Nagumo understood how serious this problem was. His expression became very serious when asking, "How many points do you want?"
Try to snatch that camera from the table? Hehe... Nagumo wasn't that stupid. He was also sure he wouldn't be able to take it from them.
Ryunosuke looked at everyone present, then uttered a sentence that was hard to believe.
"I want all personal points belonging to all second-year students."
"Impossible!" Nagumo stood to object, but he immediately sat back down. He was forced to sit because his shoulders were pressed by Ayanokouji and Koenji. The pressure was so strong he couldn't budge.
Nagumo gritted his teeth. "Do you have to be this cruel, Akasaka Ryunosuke?!"
Ryunosuke answered flatly. "Do you have another choice? Control is in my hands. Even if you want to seize it by attacking together, you still won't win against my people."
"What else is there to doubt? From the beginning, you had no choice."
All second-year seniors lowered their heads. What the young man said was true. In fighting they lost, so they couldn't seize that camera. Evidence was in the opponent's hands. They were truly cornered.