Chapter 22: What Do You Want to Do to My Sister?

The onlookers' indifference and cold stares inadvertently emboldened Mori Ni and his group, making them even more brazen and utterly unrestrained in their words.

"Little girl, come on, let's go eat some sweets together."

"Haha, my treat for chocolate bars."

Kamikawa Chie and the other two were afraid, especially Komuro Meijiang, who was trembling in fright, and at that moment, Mori Ni spoke up.

"Little girls, your silence means you agree, so let's go."

His hand slipped out of his trouser pocket and reached toward Kamikawa Chie and the other two.

The others also stepped closer.

Their actions terrified Kamikawa Chie and her companions.

"I, we don't want to go eat sweets." Mizushima Iori's eyes fixed on Mori's approaching hand, she was scared, and spoke haltingly.

Mori Ni's hand paused briefly, then he laughed out loud: "Don't want sweets? Then eating something else is fine too."

He had no intention of backing off; on the contrary, Mizushima Iori's words had stirred his rogue nature, making him utterly unreasonable.

"Little girl, look how sincere we are, don't ruin our good intentions, or we'll be heartbroken."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Mizushima Iori's wrist.

He was preparing to forcibly drag her away.

"Ah!" Her hand seized, Mizushima Iori screamed in fright.

The scream made the onlookers frown, their sympathy growing, and they began buzzing with discussion.

Yet still no one stepped forward.

Those who had earlier thought of stepping in to help were stirring restlessly, but when they learned that these youths were no ordinary thugs but members of the Japanese yakuza,

their impulsive hearts stopped dead.

They sighed and chose to walk away.

After all, they didn't know those girls; provoking the Japanese yakuza for strangers and bringing trouble upon themselves wasn't worth it, so they could only choose to look the other way.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Mori Ni grabbed Mizushima Iori's hand, and the other youths, as if pumped up on adrenaline, grew excited and joined in the heckling.

"Let's go, let's go, eat something else, whatever you like, we'll treat you."

"Hahaha, that's right."

"Exactly, look at all these people watching us invite you, and you refuse—how much face would we lose? Have you no heart?"

Someone imitated Mori Ni, reaching to grab Chie and Komuro Meijiang's hands.

*Slap! *

Unexpectedly, Kamikawa Chie slapped away the hand reaching for her, and with great force swatted away Mori Ni's hand gripping Mizushima Iori.

Kamikawa Chie, unsure where the courage came from, stood in front of Mizushima Iori and Komuro Meijiang, shielding them.

"We're not going…"

Kamikawa Chie was very brave, summoning her courage, but her voice was trembling, her legs shaking too; inwardly she was not as brave as her outward actions suggested.

In truth, she was still afraid.

But she knew she had to step forward now.

She had to step forward.

Otherwise Iori and the others would be hurt, and I would only cause trouble for Nisan.

Recalling the courage and composure shown by Kamikawa Zun in the 'File-NH137' video, Kamikawa Chie steeled herself.

I am Nisan's sister!

I cannot be cowardly!

Her actions caught the thugs off guard; Mori Ni looked at his slapped-away hand, his expression surprised.

The next second.

The smile vanished, and Mori Ni's face darkened.

Kamikawa Chie's behavior, and her loud refusal—let alone his own group, even the onlookers had seen it—truly cost him face.

He stepped into a puddle, splashing water.

The old homeless man rushed out.

Both hands gripping his folded umbrella, holding it like a wooden stick, he positioned himself in front of Kamikawa Chie and the others as if to shield them.

When the thugs like Mori Ni first appeared, the old homeless man had been scared stiff.

After all, who loved bullying homeless people more than street thugs?

He was very afraid of street thugs; he had been bullied and mocked by them plenty before, and whenever he saw them in the past, he always avoided them.

Even now, he was still afraid.

But this time, the old homeless man did not hide, because the people the thugs were bullying were the little girl who had given him an umbrella.

The little girl had helped him.

He could not stand by and watch a good child be harmed.

On this rainy street with pouring rain, a strange scene unfolded.

A crowd watched three little girls being bullied, and only one homeless man stepped forward.

This scene was deeply ironic.

Among the onlookers present were all kinds of people… students receiving a fine education, successful office workers, and even a teacher who taught and educated the young.

However.

The one who truly stepped forward to help.

Was actually a homeless man who went hungry and slept exposed to the elements.

The scene made anyone who saw it feel a mix of emotions.

"Don't bully three little..." the old tramp, soaked and shivering, said.

Boom!!

Before he could finish, Mori Takeshi kicked him straight in the face.

With such force, the old tramp was sent reeling backward, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground.

His wrinkled old face turned red, veins bulging; he was in so much pain he couldn't even scream, only making dry heaving sounds.

Those around, just watching, either covered their eyes or wore expressions of intense pain.

That kick showed no regard for the other as an old man at all.

"Old grandpa!"

Kamikawa Chie hurriedly squatted down to help the old tramp, who was clutching his stomach and struggling in vain to get up.

But even though the old tramp was thin, he still weighed seventy or eighty jin; a middle school girl didn't have the strength to lift him.

Seeing the old tramp's pained expression, Kamikawa Chie's small face lost all color in fright.

She desperately hoped someone nearby would come to help; even if they wouldn't save her, they could at least help the old grandpa up.

"Who..."

Kamikawa Chie's slender body suddenly trembled; her words cut off abruptly. She snapped her head up, looking at the people around, her pupils filled with disbelief, her lips pressed tight.

She heard the murmurs of the crowd.

"What's this tramp trying to prove? He's crazy."

"See? This is the consequence of showing off. If I hadn't held you back just now, the one on the ground would be you."

"Wife, you're right."

"Tsk tsk, with that kick, isn't that old man going to die?"

The people around not only refused to help, but some even lectured the old tramp, blaming him for being reckless and overestimating his strength.

Clearly, the old tramp was trying to help someone...

Mori Takeshi walked over, his face gloomy, looking down at the old tramp:

"You dead tramp, I was chatting with the little sister, and you're playing the hero over there."

His mood turned fiery after his fun was interrupted.

He lifted his leg and kicked the old tramp again.

In Japan, tramps are considered lower than the poor; especially now, with severe aging, old tramps are everywhere, and people die every day.

Even if such an old tramp were beaten to death, he would basically not be convicted.

After all, old tramps are naturally old and sick; if the attacker has some ability, they can hire a lawyer, produce medical evidence showing the tramp's poor health, and find plenty of reasons to escape guilt.

Boom!

A sharp sound rang out, followed immediately by a hissing, teeth-gritting intake of breath.

Kamikawa Chie, at some point, had picked up the umbrella she had given the old tramp and struck Mori Takeshi's kicking foot hard.

Right on the shin!

Mori Takeshi gasped in pain, clutching his leg and hopping backward on one foot.

In a moment of carelessness,

he stepped into a puddle, fell sitting on the ground, and got soaked with rainwater from the street.

"Mori Takeshi!"

"Damn it, you stinking girl!"

Seeing this, the other youths froze for a moment.

Once they reacted, they started shouting, rolled up their sleeves, and grabbed for Kamikawa Chie, wanting to vent their anger for Mori Takeshi.

And that Mori Takeshi was helped up.

Seeing that he had actually been hit by a girl and gotten all dirty, he roared in anger.

"Damn it, you dead girl, you dare hit me? I treated you to sweets, and this is how you treat me? Beat this dead girl to death for me."

Mori Takeshi shook off the others helping him, raised his hand, and slapped at Kamikawa Chie.

"Chie!!"

Mizushima Iori and Komuro Meijiang were so frightened their lips turned white; Mori Takeshi's slap was too fast, and they couldn't get there in time to protect Kamikawa Chie.

Kamikawa Chie was equally terrified; knowing she couldn't dodge, she hugged her head and tightly closed her eyes.

In that moment, the panic in her heart amplified infinitely, reaching the peak of terror.

The people around also closed their eyes.

Mori Takeshi's force was great; slapping a girl like that would surely leave her with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Hmm?

Mizushima Iori, Komuro Meijiang, and the crowd were puzzled.

Why was there no sound of a slap?

Even Kamikawa Chie found it strange; she hadn't even been hit yet, yet she had already prepared herself to endure the pain.

She opened her eyes and saw that, besides Mori Takeshi's foot, there was now another person in front.

Involuntarily, she looked up, her small face losing color for a moment before lighting up with excitement.

"Nii-san!!"

Kamikawa Mitsu had appeared at some point, holding an umbrella in one hand and gripping Mori Takeshi's arm with the other.

He lifted the umbrella, revealing his covered face.

His expression was cold, his black eyes filled with frost.

"You want to hit my sister?"

(Dear readers, I beg you, save this child! I'm starving to death! Please send some recommendation votes!!)