[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 21, Chapter 4)

Chapter Four: One Kick to the Prodigal Son

The slightly dazed young girl, her heart filled with both joy and worry, dared not speak to me again,

her face flushed as she ran away, not even noticing the cake she dropped.

Meanwhile, the takoyaki in my hand had long since cooled. As one of the most common snacks in Japan, takoyaki

tastes best when eaten hot. Ideally, it should be freshly taken from the plate by the chef, placed on a paper boat,

drizzled with sweet sauce, sprinkled with bonito flakes, and then, with a toothpick, steaming hot, into your mouth—that aroma

is simply divine!

When it's cold, the fishy taste becomes stronger, and the chewiness diminishes considerably. However, as an assassin,

there should be no waste of food, so I ate slowly and methodically.

"Oh, look, people from America are different; they're even enjoying cold takoyaki.

Mr. Liu , in a barbaric place like America, there aren't these Japanese delicacies to eat, are there?"

So, in the world of martial arts, there's never a moment's respite.

Before I could even enjoy three minutes of peace, a voice, as intrusive as noise, rang in my ears.

I was curious how someone of my status, Liu Junxiong, could have offended someone, but I remained calm,

knowing this person wouldn't just leave after a few words. So, I acted as if I hadn't heard a thing and continued eating my takoyaki

.

"Hmph! Such arrogance!"

The newcomer, as expected, couldn't contain himself and moved from behind me to where Sanada Rin had been sitting, but instead of sitting down, he looked down at me

condescendingly .

Only then did I slowly look up and see a couple standing before me. The man was about thirty years old,

thin and short, with handsome features, but his face displayed a gloomy expression,

revealing his hostility.

The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, around 160 centimeters tall. Her delicate, fair face was

flushed , and her eyes, like pools of autumn water, held a unique allure characteristic of a young woman. Her full breasts stood out

beneath her thin skirt, her flat stomach was tightly bound, and her rounded buttocks curved upwards in a graceful arc,

exuding the charm of a woman in her prime.

Unlike the man, the beautiful young woman's expression was filled with anxiety, and when she looked at me, there was even

a hint of pleading.

"Liu Junxiong, don't think that just because you know some business theories and stumbled upon a few

things by chance, you can be arrogant and disregard me,"

the man said coldly, staring at me. "Let me tell you, Japan is ruled by us Japanese. You

, born abroad, had better behave yourself."

I was completely confused, my mind racing, but I still couldn't remember where I had seen this man before

or how I had offended him.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the man assumed I was guilty and scared, and became even more smug. He said, "Liu Junxiong,

apologize to me now, promise not to interfere in our family's affairs, and then obediently get out of here, and I'll spare

you!"

I smiled bitterly and put down the paper boat in my hand. "Excuse me, sir... do we know each other?"

"You—you don't even know me!"

The man looked at me in great surprise, then his gloomy face flushed red, and he suddenly roared, "

Liu Junxiong , stop pretending to be crazy! I don't fall for that! A man like you who only knows how to live off women,

I could kill you with a single finger!"

"Oh... what a show of power!"

At this moment, a familiar, charming girl's voice came from behind me, but the tone was cold. "Inagawa

Satoru, stop showing off your young master's power. If you dare to touch a hair on Junxiong's head, I'll cut you into eight pieces!"

"Nonsense!"

I flicked the forehead of the bright, beautiful girl behind me. "Children shouldn't be so rude, shouting and

yelling. That's not how a good child behaves!"

"Oh..."

Her reply was sweet and charming. As soon as she finished speaking, Nabeshima Miho sat back down beside me, looking defiantly

at the man whose face was growing increasingly ugly.

When Nabeshima Miho called out "Inagawa Satoru," I already knew who this troublemaker was...wasn't

he the third son of Inagawa Masakiyo, the former president of the Inagawa Trading Company, who was all talk and no action?

"Insolence!"

Inagawa Satoru pointed a finger, his veins bulging with anger. "Nabeshima Miho, who do you think you are? Just the

wet-headed daughter of a vice president of the Sumiyoshi-kai? You dare to oppose the Inagawa-kai? Just for this

man ? Go back to your breastfeeding! Don't bring trouble upon your father!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

The bright, beautiful girl roared, grabbing an ashtray from the table and smashing it at him.

Inagawa Satoru never expected her to attack without warning. His dodge was a fraction too slow, and his right

arm was struck, causing him to cry out in pain.

"You dare hit me? I'll kill you!"

Inagawa, unaccustomed to such humiliation, especially being hit in front of everyone by a little girl,

felt utterly ashamed. He rushed forward, his fist aimed at Nabeshima Miho.

"Ah!"

Nabeshima Miho screamed, instinctively closing her eyes. She hadn't expected Inagawa Satoru to be so

violent.

"Ouch!"

The one crying out in pain wasn't the beautiful young woman, but Inagawa Satoru, who had intended to strike.

Nabeshima Miho opened her eyes and saw Inagawa Satoru crouching on the ground, groaning in pain,

his face deathly pale. She then looked at me; what the beautiful girl saw was me sitting casually beside her,

showing no sign of attacking.

The bright and beautiful young woman wasn't stupid. She quietly leaned close to my ear and whispered sweetly, "Hey, Toshio, did

you hit him?"

"No way!"

I smiled slightly. "His hand touched my shoe himself, so he got what he deserved!"

"Hehe...exactly!"

Nabeshima Miho nodded repeatedly, her big eyes crinkling with laughter, looking as cute as a porcelain doll

.

The beautiful young woman standing nearby, seeing her man's discomfiture, quickly stepped forward and bent down to help Inagawa...

Satoru stood up. "Honey... okay, stop it... let's go!"

"You want me to leave? You bastard!" Satoru, who had just been in pain,

slapped the beautiful young woman hard across the face. "They just hit me! If I just leave like this,

how will I ever show my face in Tokyo again?"

One side of the beautiful young woman's face swelled up, but she still didn't let go of Satoru. "But...

if you don't leave now, what will happen when Dad comes out..."

"Bullshit! Do you think my dad won't side with me?"

Satoru was so angry his face turned pale. The beautiful young woman's words made everyone know that he had no standing in

front of , the kind of person whose father wouldn't even stand up for him when he was hit. He

had completely lost face!

So he was just putting on a brave face, and the angrier he got, the more he swung his hand and slapped the beautiful

young woman 's face again.

"Bang!"

The slap brought a sudden gust of wind, then abruptly stopped. Inagawa Satoru felt his arm being clamped by an

iron clamp , and he screamed in pain, "Ah! Let go! Let me go!"

"Thump!"

Without thinking, I kicked him, sending him crashing onto the opposite sofa.

Inagawa Satoru clutched his stomach, groaning for a while before coughing violently.

Nabeshima Miho and the beautiful young woman were stunned; they couldn't understand why I had suddenly beaten Inagawa Satoru.

People not far away also stopped talking, staring blankly in this direction: "Who on earth has

the guts to kick the third young master of the Inagawa clan?" Many people knew I had come in with Haruka, and with my

demeanor, I certainly couldn't be a pretty boy. But even Iwashita Haruka wouldn't dare do that, would she?

Few could answer their questions, but one thing was certain: Inagawa Satoru was badly injured, and

his violent coughing hadn't stopped.

"You... Mr. Liu, you hit too hard!"

The beautiful young woman hesitated, then glared at me angrily before turning and running to the opposite sofa. She gently patted her

husband's back to ease his pain.

I knew exactly how hard I had hit him. It was true that Inagawa Satoru was in pain, but it wouldn't leave him with

serious injury; it was just an external wound, not an internal one, so the pain would subside after a while.

The young woman's behavior couldn't be called weakness. After all, she was Inagawa Satoru's wife. In

Japanese society, it's normal for women to be hit. The fact that she didn't yell at me or call the Inagawa-kai to arrest me

showed that she appreciated my help.

But Nabeshima Miho didn't realize this. The beautiful girl standing beside me looked at

the two opposite her with disdain. "Hmph, men who are useless can only beat women, and women don't know what's good for them either. Junxiong, let's go!"

I patted the girl's head. "Silly girl, if you were a daughter-in-law of the Inagawa family, would you say to me at

this moment, 'Oh, good job, you beat my husband so well, thank you for helping me get revenge'

?"

The bright little beauty giggled, her two shallow dimples were very charming. "I would

never be their daughter-in-law, I'd be Junxiong... um..."

She stopped halfway through her sentence and stuck out her pink little tongue at me.

In the banquet hall on the second floor, apart from some waiters, there were no gang bodyguards. They were all

waiting outside. If everyone gathered here, it would probably take two more halls to fit them. Besides,

did they even have the right to be here? It would lower the level of this banquet.

Therefore, even though Inagawa Satoru was in excruciating pain from the beating, and despite the attention from so many people,

no one except his wife came to help him.

Nabeshima Miho may be innocent and naive, but that doesn't mean she's not bright. She told me to leave,

actually to protect me. As long as I temporarily escaped Inagawa Satoru's rage, with the protection of the Sumiyoshi-kai and the Iwashita-gumi, the Inagawa-kai

wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

However, I didn't move. If I left, Inagawa Satoru, finding no one to vent his anger on, would definitely

beat his wife to vent his frustration.

I didn't lust after this beautiful young woman, but I absolutely loathed a spoiled brat like Inagawa Satoru. Letting him

hysterically beat his wife to vent his anger was a disgrace to us men.

As if sensing something, Aoki Takaaki, who was almost halfway across the banquet hall, walked over.

Without even glancing at Inagawa Satoru, he smiled and said to me, "Teacher Liu, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, go and have fun with your friends,"

I said indifferently. "He doesn't have that ability."

"Okay, just say the word if you need anything."

Aoki Takaaki looked at Inagawa Satoru, who had somewhat recovered, and said loudly, "You are

the teacher of Asagi-neechan, Ayaka-neechan, and Midori-neechan, which means you are my elder, Aoki Takaaki. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to ask

the Yamaguchi- gumi for permission!"

After saying that, he bowed and left on his own, leaving Inagawa Satoru, who had clearly heard his words,

glaring at his retreating figure with fiery red eyes, filled with unspeakable hatred.

The beautiful young woman sighed inwardly. This was only Aoki Takaaki, who wasn't even one of Mr. Liu's students, but

judging from Aoki Takaaki's attitude, if his dozen or so beautiful female students found out that her man had caused trouble or hurt

her, how could Inagawa Satoru possibly cover up the mess?

Thinking of this, she became deeply wary, ready to hold her husband at any moment to prevent him from acting impulsively. Nabeshima

Miho , gently tugged at my clothes, and gave me a sidelong glance with her bright eyes; I wondered

what the little girl was thinking.

Inagawa Satoru rubbed his aching stomach, slowly stood up, and stared at me coldly, his eyes fierce as if

he wanted to kill. He didn't speak, but the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, making even Nabeshima Miho tremble

slightly , instinctively moving closer to me.

I smiled calmly, "Mr. Inagawa, do you naively believe that you can

kill your enemy with just a look?"

"Haha..."

The bright little beauty found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh, completely dispelling the oppressive atmosphere

.

Inagawa Satoru stared coldly at me, "Yanagi Toshio, remember this: you hit the son of the Inagawa-kai chairman!"

"It felt good to hit you, but I wonder if you can handle the consequences!"

I shrugged. "If Mr. Inagawa knew why I hit you, he certainly wouldn't blame me.

A man like you who only knows how to hit women when he's angry—I can tell your father now and in the future—that you

are absolutely incompetent! You are not fit to manage any Inagawa family affairs."

The beautiful young woman was shocked. She had been observing the man closely for some time and

knew very well what abilities he possessed.

To go from monthly sales of less than 500 units in the three Nordic countries to now having over 100,000 potential orders

in less than a month—this man's talent was truly extraordinary! No wonder he earned

five doctorates from Harvard University; he was a genius among geniuses!

In his daily family gatherings, Inagawa Masakiyo always spoke highly of this man, expressing his

utmost .

If this man were to actually tell Inagawa Masakiyo that Inagawa Satoru was unsuitable to manage family affairs, then

his father, already dissatisfied with Inagawa Satoru's mediocrity, would absolutely strip him of all power, leaving him only as

a pampered rich kid...

Thinking of this, the beautiful young woman turned pale with fright. She wanted to argue, but was intimidated by

the cold, cruel gaze Inagawa Satoru cast over her, and couldn't utter a single word.

"Hmph! Speak, speak, you won't have another chance to speak later!"

Inagawa Satoru, brimming with confidence, uttered these harsh words, then laughed a few times before pulling the beautiful young woman

away on the other side.

Watching Inagawa Satoru disappear into the stairwell, I shook my head slightly. How could such a spoiled brat ever

truly amount to anything?

From the moment he started picking a fight, I understood why he was so dissatisfied with me. He resented my

successful PS II marketing strategy, which highlighted his own incompetence.

I've never taken someone like Inagawa Satoru seriously. Even if he dared to act recklessly, his subordinates would

definitely inform Inagawa Masakiyo first. How could Inagawa Masakiyo let him make such a huge mistake?

Suddenly, my clothes twitched. Looking down, I saw a worried look on the bright little beauty's face.

"Junxiong, when my dad comes out later, I'll tell him not to wander around until the problem is solved

!"

"Silly girl!"

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, and I habitually patted her little head. "Don't worry, I know Inagawa Masakiyo

very well, nothing will happen."

Nabeshima Miho didn't know that I helped Inagawa Masakiyo plan the marketing for PS II. She thought I was just trying

to reassure her, so she pouted and stopped talking.

However, the beautiful girl was determined to follow Toshio wherever he went, otherwise things would get really bad

—Nabeshima Miho, though lacking martial arts skills and unable to protect me, would make anyone who wanted to harm me think twice, thanks to her

status !

It was quite a coincidence; I was getting incredibly bored sitting here, and feeling like I'd had too

much —first Sanada Rin, then Inagawa Satoru—so I decided to go for a walk.

"Oh, I'll go too!"

Nabeshima Miho exclaimed, grabbing my clothes. "Toshio, I'll protect you!"

I chuckled, thinking, "Having a pretty girl around is good too; it'll keep me company."

So I nodded in agreement.

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