[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 16, Chapter 11)

Chapter Eleven: The Eldest Sister's Demeanor It was already nine in the morning when my concubines finished their inquiries .

Although they had slept a few times during the night, the exertion in bed was considerable, so I ordered them to go to sleep first and resume the operation after noon. 　　I myself wasn't idle. Going without sleep for a day was nothing to me; three hours of meditation could sustain my stamina for ten days. Otherwise, I wouldn't have earned the title of North America's Number One Assassin so easily. 　　Moreover, after the pleasures with the beauties last night, the balance of Yin and Yang further refined my skills, leaving me feeling refreshed . However, thinking about the upcoming, potentially fierce battle, it was best to be cautious. 　　Two hours later, I awoke from my meditation. Through digesting and refining the Yin energy I had absorbed from the girls last night, my condition had reached its peak… Of course, I didn't take everything; the girls also possessed a large amount of my Yang energy, constantly improving and enhancing their spirit and vitality—this was the wondrous effect of Yin-Yang dual cultivation. 　　Taking advantage of this time, I went for a stroll in the streets, familiarizing myself with the terrain and seeing if I could make any discoveries . 　　My current identity is that of the assassin "Doctor." Although I'm a bit rugged and have a noticeable , at least I have an Asian face and won't attract as much attention as Caucasians. 　　After last night's operation, everyone now knows that the thugs are a group of Caucasian foreigners, so during the search and questioning, they'll be more selective and less wary of their own countrymen. 　　Even so, the battle at Nakajima Park last night still had a significant impact. Many people learned from friends near the park that there was gunfire involved, and quite a few people witnessed the dead and wounded police being carried away. A sense of terror is spreading in Sapporo. 　　This can be seen from the desolate shops on the streets and the faster pace of pedestrians than usual. 　　Even with police everywhere, even patrolling around on bicycles, it doesn't give people a sense of security. 　　I walked along the central avenue for less than a kilometer, and because of the scar on my face, I was stopped and questioned three times . My ID was also repeatedly examined and reported to headquarters for verification, but how could they possibly find any flaws in the ID the old man had prepared for me ? —Data on computers, once access is compromised, is the easiest thing to falsify. 　　Suddenly, I noticed something strange: a number of people who looked like members of organized crime groups had appeared on the streets. They were like hunting dogs, constantly looking around, occasionally laughing and joking as they entered shops, only to emerge shortly after. 　　I smiled slightly. It seems the Ground Self-Defense Force does have some clever members! 　　Too much clarity leaves no room for fish; the existence of organized crime in Japan has its reasons. 　　It can be said that the roots of organized crime are spread throughout every corner of society, and in terms of intelligence and surveillance, they are often far more agile than the authorities. 　　Take these petty thugs today, for example. Most of them are locals, very familiar with their neighbors They can easily find out the truth from outsiders with just a glance or a few words. Ordinary people can chat with them casually, but not necessarily with the police. Therefore, the police's intelligence network is often inferior to that of the organized crime, and this is why major operations often fail. 　　On the other hand, foreigners wouldn't be particularly wary of petty thugs gathering information . But if a policeman were standing near their hideout, they'd be on high alert from a distance. 　　Because of my East Asian features, I looked like a tourist, so they might glance at me a few times , but they didn't make any moves. 　　After walking for a while, I felt that loitering would attract attention. Knowing the tense atmosphere on the street, strolling leisurely would seem unusual. 　　I happened to see a "suki-ya" (a type of Japanese restaurant) with its transparent glass windows facing the street, offering a good view. I turned and went inside. 　　It was only a little past 11 a.m., not lunchtime, so office workers hadn't come out yet, and there weren't as many tourists or people with free time as in Tokyo, so business was naturally slow. 　　But once inside, I realized I hadn't been observing things carefully enough. 　　The shop, less than ten square meters, was deserted on the outer edge, but the inner walls were filled with young people dressed in various styles, each with a large pile of beef bowl sets in front of them—more than one for each person— clearly the kind of people who frequented yakuza establishments. Besides them, a stunningly beautiful woman in a beige trench coat picked up a beef bowl set from the counter and turned to walk towards the street-facing seats near the entrance. 　　Seeing this strikingly beautiful woman, my heart skipped a beat. 　　Why was she here? 　　The beautiful woman's gaze lingered briefly on my face as I entered, noticing the scar on my face caused by my internal energy, before she looked away and sat down on a high stool by the window, elegantly eating while watching the passersby. 　　Seeing that I seemed to be captivated by the beauty of the stunning woman, the club members inside immediately became dissatisfied. A man in his thirties stood up and said, "Hey, are you going to eat or not? If not, get out!" 　　The clerk wanted to say something when he looked so fierce, but seeing the menacing faces sitting around him , he wisely kept his mouth shut. 　　I smiled, intending to leave now, but remembering my first encounter with this beautiful woman, my heart warmed. I looked away and said to the counter, "One original beef bowl set meal and one onsen egg." 　　"Okay, that'll be 580 yen in total, thank you." The young girl working there took the money while deftly accepting the set meal from the girl behind her and placing it on the counter. "Please enjoy your meal." 　　I took the tray, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down not far from the beautiful woman, causing another stir among the club members. However, the beautiful woman was thinking about something. Hearing their chatter, she turned around and glared at me with her beautiful eyes, instantly bringing the shop to a quiet and elegant silence, with only the sound of silent chewing. 　　"I'm sorry, my servant is so useless, making you laugh at me." The beautiful woman glanced at me, speaking to the glass window in front of her, showing that she wasn't scolding her subordinate for my sake. 　　I didn't reply, focusing on eating my food, wanting to finish quickly and leave.

Through integrating the Iwashita Group, Iwashita Haruka's influence has greatly increased. A single glance is enough to silence her subordinates

, preventing them from uttering a single complaint.

However, Hokkaido has always been Inagawa-kai territory. Why is the Iwashita Group getting involved?

While pondering the possible relationship between the Inagawa-kai and the Iwashita Group, I ate at a leisurely pace,

making loud slurping noises that annoyed Iwashita Haruka.

I hadn't forgotten that Iwashita Haruka

had a strong impression of me because of my elegant eating manners during our first meeting. Eating like this now would only invite trouble.

The Iwashita Group members behind me were indignant. "Our boss is too gentle! Even though this isn't

Tokyo , we could easily take down such a rude and clueless brat. Why

put up with him for twenty days? If only the young master were here, at least he could chase him away without

upsetting our boss."

The young master they longed for rushed over from the other side of the street a minute later.

"Damn it, the Inagawa-kai people are so arrogant! What do they take us for? They expect us to just stand here and wait for

orders! Pah!" Iwashita Junichi, still with his fiery temper, vented loudly as soon as he entered,

revealing that he had indeed been greatly angered and was barely holding back.

"Junichi!" Iwashita Haruka was also in a bad mood, letting out a cold snort.

Iwashita Junichi, like his subordinates, was afraid of his sister. He immediately stopped himself from continuing his tirade, not daring

to look at her, and sullenly walked towards his subordinates, glaring at the two young girls standing behind the counter

, scaring them into shrinking back into the work area. Due to the angle, he didn't see

me sitting in the same row as his sister, but his subordinates wouldn't let this opportunity pass. They eagerly handed the young master a drink while

pointing at me across the table.

Startled, Junichi Iwashita turned around and, hearing me eating loudly, his anger

flared up again.

"Hey, you over there!" Iwashita roared, "Haven't you eaten? Get out of here! Or

I'll throw you out!"

He rushed towards me, cursing and swearing, and tried to grab my clothes

to pull me from my seat.

Haruka Iwashita was also annoyed by the vulgar man beside her, as he had interrupted her reminiscing

about a pleasant scene. Therefore, the leader of the Iwashita group was happy to see Junichi kick me out.

I sighed inwardly and turned my head just as Junichi's hand was about to grab the back of my clothes.

Seeing me turn around, Junichi's hand instinctively paused, and his eyes instinctively looked at me. That one

look was enough; that extremely painful memory immediately flashed into his mind.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Junichi was so frightened that he stumbled backward, knocking over the table and falling to the ground without even realizing it.

The hot-tempered young master's face turned ashen in an instant, and he was so frightened that he couldn't utter a single

complete word.

"Sister, run!"

The moment Ishishita Junichi regained his senses, he sprang to his feet, arms outstretched, back to his sister,

facing the spot where the menacing figure had been sitting, making a blocking gesture.

"Bang!"

A sound of a knock on his head followed, and then a shout came from behind him: "Junichi, what

's wrong with you?"

Ishishita Junichi's eyes snapped back to focus, and he realized that the man who had been sitting there was gone,

replaced only by a bowl of beef bowl he had just finished eating.

Nobody there?

Ishishita Junichi rubbed his eyes and looked around again, only to find that the menacing figure had vanished.

"Phew!" He gasped for breath and plopped back down on the ground.

Ignoring his subordinates' stunned expressions, Ishishita Haruka now understood: the root of everything was the man who had been sitting

next to her—a man with a fierce appearance, but who was actually vulgar and somewhat cowardly.

Her brother wasn't just acting crazy; there must be something going on.

Just as she was waiting for Iwashita Junichi to calm down before questioning him, her phone rang.

She picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. Iwashita Haruka hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello." "

This is Nark. Please talk somewhere less crowded."

"Nark? What…Nark!" Iwashita Haruka exclaimed in surprise, quickly walking to a corner and whispering

, "Mr. Nark? What can I do for you? Please tell me. Anything Iwashita Haruka can do, I won't refuse

."

"Miss Iwashita, your brother just ran into one of my and Toshio's friends. He has no ill intentions in coming to Hokkaido. Please

tell him not to make a fuss."

"Your friend? Also Toshio's friend? The one from earlier?"

"Yes, I'm counting on you." With that, I hung up before she could reply.

There was a reason I spoke to Iwashita Haruka under the guise of Nak. Although Yanagi Toshio's identity was respectable, and

Iwashita Haruka seemed to like me quite a bit, it was better to use Nak's identity for very serious matters.

Nak was Iwashita Haruka's savior, so she would definitely take his

words seriously. If it were Yanagi Toshio, she might not have been so obedient. Iwashita Haruka

wanted to ask a few more questions, but suddenly realized that the phone had been disconnected. The beauty

paused for a moment , then laughed. There weren't many people who dared to hang up on her these days.

"Sister..." Iwashita Junichi stood there for a long time before finally walking over, his voice trembling.

"Don't speak, come with me." Iwashita Haruka put her phone back in her pocket and walked outside.

On both sides of a small street not far from the door, their dozen or so cars that had come from Tokyo were parked.

"No, don't go out!" Junichi Iwashita was terrified and quickly blocked Haruka Iwashita's path.

"Sister, we can't go out. Call Inagawa and the others."

"It's alright, trust your sister." Haruka Iwashita was even more suspicious, but she knew this wasn't the right

place to talk. She patted her brother's shoulder. "Junichi, with your sister here, everything will be alright!"

"Okay, but I'll go first." Junichi Iwashita gritted his teeth and rushed out the door first.

After their father's serious injury and the turmoil surrounding the Iwashita Group, Iwashita Junichi had matured considerably. Seeing

his older sister struggling to support the family alone, he felt a strong urge to do something, especially regarding her safety

. Iwashita Junichi could die, but Iwashita Haruka couldn't afford any accidents.

Seeing her brother's tense and frightened expression, the beautiful woman smiled slightly, saying nothing, but her heart warmed by his

concern .

Once inside the Honda minivan, Iwashita Haruka didn't speak, but instead took out a bottle of water: "Here, have some water."

"Sister, I don't want to," Iwashita Junichi cried, almost in tears. "Sister, let's go back. Let's not

stay in Hokkaido any longer."

"Why? Was the person you saw really that scary?" Iwashita Haruka asked gently.

"Yes!" Junichi Iwashita glanced around. The car was a closed space, and this gesture was more of a psychological

comfort than a practical one. "Sister, he's the one who blew up my Ferrari and forced me to sell

him a lot of weapons."

"Him?" Haruka Iwashita's mind immediately conjured up the scene, her face turning serious. "You mean he

's one of the vicious killers who committed the massacre in Nakajima Park?"

"Possibly, but that's not the point." Junichi Iwashita said nervously, "Sister, didn't you say last time that

he might be the number one assassin in North America—'The Doctor'!" Even

if Junichi Iwashita hadn't mentioned it, the beauty had forgotten that right now in Japan, this number one assassin in North America was the biggest

threat.

The reason was that she vaguely felt that the Doctor wouldn't make things difficult for her. She had learned from her friends

that the Nine Fox Clan and other secret societies had all requested the Doctor's agents to

assassinate her, and in the end, they all died while she remained unscathed. This meant that the Doctor wouldn't do

anything to her.

"The Doctor?" Iwashita Haruka's delicate face changed, and she murmured to herself, "He...he's the

Doctor ?"

"Yes, sister!" Iwashita Junichi said, "I wasn't so sure before, I only

had some suspicions when I heard your analysis. But seeing him again today, and seeing the indifferent look in his eyes, I suddenly became certain

, he must be the Doctor!"

After a pause, Iwashita Junichi said in a panic, "Sister, those Western assassins are already powerful enough, they've killed

so many people...If the Doctor comes too, how are we supposed to compete? We shouldn't become sacrifices

, let's go...or you go first, I'll stay here, I'm not going out anyway."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Iwashita Haruka glared at her brother, "Calm down, don't talk, I need to think

about something."

Iwashita Junichi thought his sister didn't believe him and didn't understand the danger, but he was completely unaware that

Iwashita Haruka already believed him, even more than he did.

The moment her brother mentioned the Doctor, Iwashita Haruka suddenly connected many things.

Why would the top assassin in North America, Doctor, break with convention and come to Japan from North America?

This question was being discussed by all the Japanese underworld groups.

Many said his abilities surpassed all other assassins, but he had remained in North America,

preventing him from achieving greater fame. Now, he had come to Japan, a small island nation, instead of the more prosperous

and fiercely competitive Europe, making his purpose perplexing.

Based on Dr. Nack's phone call, Iwashita Haruka suddenly understood, coming up with a rather intriguing

reason : Toshio and Dr. Nack were top-tier figures in their respective fields in America; if they could come to Japan, Doctor

could certainly too. Furthermore, Dr. Nack himself admitted that the three of them were good friends, further suggesting that

the man he saw today must have achieved something no less than Toshio and Dr. Nack in his field.

And this man was clearly an assassin; if he was a king in the assassin world, then who else

could it be but Doctor?

Analyzing complex problems requires a cautious mindset and bold reasoning; it's a very laborious task,

but the exhilaration of finally peeling back the layers and revealing the truth is something

few can match.

Thinking back, a smile unconsciously crept onto Iwashita Haruka's lips. "No wonder the doctor seemed to have a crush on me

. He never takes on missions to kill me, but he always accepts the tasks I ask him, including helping me

eliminate the remnants of the Nine-Tails Clan—all so readily and decisively. So he's Toshio's friend!

" Remembering that handsome and polite young man, a warm feeling swept through the beauty's heart. So

that encounter at the "Suki-ya" wasn't just something she remembered vividly… Perhaps he had asked the "doctor" for help, just like he had asked Mr.

Nak !

The "doctor" must know her too, otherwise, he wouldn't have looked so surprised when they met earlier.

She had assumed he was amazed by her beauty, but it turned out he just recognized her.

"Sister, sister?"

Iwashita Junichi, still frightened, saw his sister's flushed face, as if she were in heat, and was a little

confused .

"Junichi."

Iwashita Haruka was woken up. She pondered for a moment. Junichi's behavior today proved that

he had grown up quite a bit. The club's affairs would eventually be handed over to him, so telling him some things now

was a test.

"Sister, what is it? Don't just say half of it!" Junichi was like a patient in a hurry encountering a slow

doctor. Seeing his sister call his name but then remain silent, lost in thought, he couldn't help but

laugh and cry .

Iwashita Haruka looked up and said gently, "Junichi, you

must never , and you are not allowed to tell anyone, including your previous encounter with him. Keep it all to yourself

."

Junichi was confused: "Why?"

"Don't ask why. Just remember one thing: he will never hurt me, nor you

, nor anyone in our Iwashita group. That's enough."

"Ah!"

Junichi exclaimed. He wasn't stupid; he quickly understood his sister's meaning.

Since he wouldn't hurt them… then he was one of them!

Damn, so the "doctor" is a friend of our Iwashita group?

Holy crap!

This...this is just too good to be true!

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