[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 17, Chapter 8)

Chapter Eight Hostage Exchange

"Sir..."

After entering the room, and hearing the beautiful ninja recount what had happened, Butterfly Dance moved to my side and pleaded,

"Brother Nan is a hero, and he's so badly injured, I'm afraid he won't last much longer... Please save him!"

The little beauty had already changed into a set of casual clothes, a simple tight-fitting t-shirt and capri pants,

looking youthful and energetic.

"I don't want to drag this out either."

I looked back at her seriously, "But their demands are simply impossible to meet."

"Is it about those four thugs?"

"Yes."

I nodded, "If we release them, not only will we be letting down the civilians killed tonight,

but we'll also create instability for the future. For the safety of many more people, I cannot agree to their demands. Besides

, they've already been taken to the Ground Self-Defense Force's temporary headquarters; they absolutely will not release him."

"Absolutely will not release him?"

Butterfly Dance seemed thoughtful, then walked towards the room.

"What are you doing?"

I reacted quickly, grabbing the little beauty's arm.

"They won't release him because Brother Nan's status isn't high enough,"

Butterfly Dance said softly. "If it were me, I definitely could."

Of course.

You're the apple of Tendo Nobuyuki and Tendo Shumei's eye, the only daughter of the most powerful family in Hokkaido.

If you were kidnapped, even ten more kidnappers would force someone as stubborn as Kobayashi Renryo to give in.

"You don't need to go,"

I shook my head, disapproving. Seeing the little beauty about to argue, I frowned. "Children should listen to adults

. You're making more people worry about you. You absolutely can't go."

"No!"

Butterfly Dance was indignant that her hero treated her like a child. She forcefully

shook off my hand and ran a few steps in that direction.

Just as she reached the door, the tightly closed door suddenly opened like a ghost, and a hand reached out,

pulling the unsuspecting beauty inside.

My eyes sharpened, and I instantly boosted my power to its maximum. My figure transformed into a gust of wind, disappearing in front of

the beautiful

"Thump..."

I practically brushed against the beautiful girl's body as I entered the room. The Russian thug who had grabbed her only had time

to widen his eyes slightly before I paralyzed his pressure points, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Although they had activated the jamming device, I had already guessed that the thug hiding in the room must be

next to the injured person on the bed; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to react immediately. So, after paralyzing the pressure points of the thug I had released

, I waved my hands, sending ten bursts of true energy flying towards the bed in quick succession.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The wooden bed was riddled with holes, and even the injured person on the bed had

pressure points . A thin, middle-aged white man, still in a leaping position, was stopped beside him, one hand still

in a firing position, but he hadn't had time to pull the trigger.

After I finished these actions, I heard Butterfly Dance gasp. Then, as the force holding her disappeared,

Butterfly Dance immediately fell to the side. I, too, had used all my inner energy on the flicked finger,

and was exhausted. The little beauty instinctively pulled me back, so we both fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

I landed on the ground with Butterfly Dance in my arms. Luckily, I turned, landing first, while Butterfly Dance

landed on top of me.

The beauty lay on top of me, her warm, soft body against my chest, so supple and boneless

. Just holding her like this was a very comfortable feeling.

"Ah..."

Several soft cries of surprise and lingering fear came through my earpiece. The beautiful girl with her delicate face on my shoulder

heard these cries clearly.

Such a familiar voice... This thought flashed through the beautiful girl's mind.

The four beautiful girls on the other end of the earpiece also noticed this and quickly covered their mouths, falling silent.

"Are you alright?"

I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I gently patted her back. "Get up, I've

subdued them."

"Mmm!"

The elegant, ethereal girl wanted to stay in my arms a little longer, but the door was suddenly pushed open

, and the beautiful ninja leaped past us to the bedside.

"Brother..."

the beautiful ninja cried, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Butterfly Dance no longer cared about rubbing against me; she pushed herself up gracefully.

I went to the bedside with her and saw a man whose body was completely bandaged, only

his face visible.

This man was indeed Nan Chenzhi, whom I had seen before. He was in very bad shape; blood

was seeping , and his face was pale gold. He was on the verge of death.

"Sir, what should we do?"

Butterfly Dance grabbed my hand anxiously, pleading.

In the eyes of the two girls, the two subdued Russian thugs had completely vanished into thin air, showing how emotional

women truly are.

I desperately wanted to tell Butterfly Dance that the "Axiom Holy War Group" weren't gods, how could they know how to heal Nan Chenzhi?

But the truth was, I truly could heal him, and refusing would be too hypocritical.

Concealing my identity didn't mean I could refuse to help others.

With a slight nod, twelve silver needles suddenly appeared in my hand. My fingers moved almost imperceptibly

, sealing all twelve major acupoints on Nan Chenzhi's body—Baihui, Qishe, Lingxu, Shenfeng, Tanzhong…

—resulting in a reduction of nine-tenths of his blood flow.

The wound, which had been bleeding profusely, slowly closed, the bleeding decreasing

until it stopped completely. However, his complexion remained pale gold, and his breathing was still

weak .

"Alright, now his blood vessels are sealed. His injuries won't flare up for ten hours, but this

will damage his body. The sooner you find a good doctor, the better."

I said to the two girls who were looking at me, "Remember, don't move him. Let the doctor decide."

"Okay," Butterfly Dance replied softly, her eyes becoming even gentler, the aloofness that had kept people at a distance completely

gone.

"Sir!"

The beautiful ninja said with a mixture of joy and worry, "Since you can ease my brother's injuries, you

can definitely heal him too. Please, help us one more time, save my brother!"

"No,"

I said calmly, "He needs to have his wound stitched up with surgery as soon as possible. If he needs

a place to recuperate afterwards, I can help."

Immediately, I heard the girls' voices reminding me. I waved my hand at them, "Someone's coming.

Make sure to tie these two thugs up tightly, otherwise, if they escape, there will be endless trouble."

Only then did the two girls remember that there were two fierce thugs who had been subdued beside them. When they looked

back, I had already disappeared from their sight.

"Don't move, everyone inside! We've surrounded the area! Quickly release Miss Nan and our young

lady ..."

A loud, panicked voice came from outside, followed by dozens of

family guards. It seemed the people who had been with Butterfly Dance had discovered something amiss and rushed in for help.

Hearing this, the beautiful ninja raised an eyebrow. "Butterfly Dance, your steward is really an idiot! Exposing our identities

like this is practically forcing the kidnappers to take us hostage!"

"Hehe..."

The usually aloof beauty suddenly laughed. "Sister Yue Li, do you think everyone is as clever and capable as

that ?"

※※※ 9:25 AM, at the Omori family mansion.

An hour had passed since the kidnappers left.

Unable to reach them by phone, they were in a predicament. Omori Akira had initially muttered a few words, but after a glare from

his son , he fell silent.

Even Takako Omori complained a bit this time, but Satoshi Omori didn't say anything.

The middle-aged woman, who had long relied on her son as her greatest support, also remained silent—having experienced a life-or-death ordeal, Takako Omori's

temper had improved considerably.

Grandma and Tsuko naturally wouldn't say anything to Kaoru. Kaoru still had that calm expression; she was the most relaxed

one there, eyes closed, leaning against the wall, softly humming a folk song her mother had taught her, showing no sign of being in danger

.

Satoshi Omori had taken apart the iron backrest of a chair, intending to smash the walls on either side, but Kaoru

stopped . Her reasoning was simple: "We can all think of that method, let alone those thugs? What if

they've planted bombs on the other side of the wall? Wouldn't we be wrongly accused if we encountered them?"

Satoshi Omori thought it made sense. After all, once they left, there were plenty of ways to deal with it; at worst, a few of

them could scream loudly together to attract attention.

By this time, the gunfire and explosions that had been echoing through the city for so long had gradually subsided, but

the sirens of ambulances and fire trucks were frequent, letting them know that the situation outside must be extremely

dire.

People are most easily frightened in the silent darkness, and they were no exception. Only now, with Xinzi

humming a folk song, did they experience what it meant to find peace and tranquility.

"Clatter!"

The wooden sliding door was pulled open from the outside in the silence.

Almost reflexively, everyone except Xinzi dropped to the ground, covering their

heads .

Only the little girl remained unmoved, her clear, beautiful eyes looking towards the doorway.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway. Although his appearance was rather ordinary, even somewhat rugged, and

his face held a cold expression, Xinzi's face blossomed into a radiant smile upon seeing him.

"Bombs..."

Without the expected explosion, the group slowly scrambled to their feet. Omori Satoshi was the first to exclaim

, "Why didn't the bombs explode?"

"You mean these things placed by the door, which are just empty shells?"

I held up several iron balls, shaped like bombs.

"Empty shells?"

Omori Satoshi stammered. "Then... what about the fuses? They'd explode if touched... Are these

fake too?"

"Yes, they're fake."

I walked into the room. "The fuses are just ordinary sewing wires, and they're not connecting these empty shells,

but the wooden posts on either side."

I paused, then added calmly, "But one thing is certain: they really damaged the electrical system in the house

. You'll have to call someone to fix it tomorrow."

"Huff, huff..."

Hearing this, they immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The feeling of escaping death was wonderful!

Despite her age, Grandma had a fiery temper. "These bastards! They actually tried to scare

us ! Aren't they afraid we'll just rush out without a care in the world?"

"Grandma..."

Xinzi still respected her grandmother. She explained gently, "They made

all sorts of moves in front of us, pulling strings and showing us bombs. Weren't they just trying to warn us not to move?

We're all ordinary people. How could we not believe them when we see something like that?"

"Xinzi, did you only realize this now by working backward from the end?"

Omori Takako couldn't help but say sarcastically.

"I had thought about it before, but not as clearly as I do now,"

Xinzi said softly, completely unaffected by Omori Takako's words. "For our safety, even if I

were 90% certain, I would sit still and wait for Mr. Nak to come to our rescue."

"You're so confident that Mr. Nak can come?"

Yonehara Tsuko patted her daughter's head, then smiled and bowed to me. "Mr. Nak,

thank you so much for coming to our rescue."

"You're welcome."

I put my hands back in my pockets. "By the way, according to the latest information I've received, from your..."

"The six thugs who escaped have all been captured, so you can rest assured."

"They've all been caught!"

Omori Akira jumped up excitedly. The middle-aged man's face was covered in tears. The six kidnappers had inflicted too much

humiliation on him. Now that he knew he no longer had to worry about them coming back, his excitement was unimaginable.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now,"

I said calmly. "Now, follow me out of the house, and then we'll call the Ground

Self-Defense Force to thoroughly check it, just in case they really planted a bomb somewhere."

"Huh?"

Omori Akira broke out in a cold sweat. His eyes widened. "Sir, you...you

came up ?"

"I'm not a military expert, how would I know about these things?"

I said gently. "Alright, don't worry too much, come with me!"

"Okay!"

They quickly stood up and nervously followed behind me. In less than a minute, they were out of the house.

Only when they were about seven or eight meters away from the house did the three members of the Omori family breathe a long sigh of relief, their

hearts finally at ease.

"Quick, call the police!"

As soon as they were safe, Omori Akio urged his son. This house was his most valuable possession, and he didn't

want it to be blown to pieces.

"Sir, should we call the police?"

Omori hesitated for a moment before respectfully asking me.

"Call Tendo Nobuyuki and tell him what happened here. Tell him I asked him to handle it,"

I said calmly.

"Yes!"

Omori exclaimed excitedly. Being able to speak directly with the big boss was a great opportunity!

"But what do we do now?"

Omori Takako asked.

"What you do is your business,"

Yonehara Tsuko said coldly, remembering what had just happened. "We're leaving now, and we hope we

never ."

"Tsuko…"

Watching Yonehara Tsuko return to the yard to get her car, Omori Takako wanted to stop her, but remembering

what had just happened , she was too ashamed to speak until we had all driven away.

"Satoshi, you'd better try to please Kaoru more in the future."

Watching the car drive away, Omori Akio instructed his son, "She said she has no relationship with Mr. Nak,

but I think even if they don't now, Kaoru will definitely become Mr. Nak's girlfriend in the future. You have to seize

this opportunity!"

Omori Akio raised an eyebrow, wanting to refute his father's mercenary words, but upon closer reflection, he realized that

his father concern and guidance. Even if they seemed too mercenary and snobbish, they were ultimately for his own good, so he could only

nod sullenly.

"Alright, what are you hesitating for? Didn't Mr. Nak tell you to call the chairman?"

Omori Akio continued to urge him. Although he hated everything that had happened tonight, he was

very happy about this one thing.

Reminded by him, Omori Satoshi took out his cell phone from home and dialed a number. "Hello,

is this Butler Omori? This is Omori Satoshi... Ah, you're busy... I'm sorry, I didn't know. It's like this,

Mr. Nak has a message for me to pass on to the Chairman... Oh, yes, it's Mr. Nak... Okay, I'll wait..."

*** *** *** ***

Yonehara Tsuko drove the car towards "Kujono," with Grandma in the passenger seat and Kaoru and me

in the back.

As soon as we got in the car, Kaoru told me about what had happened to them that day, and

why was so angry.

"Sir, do you think... I did the right thing?"

Yonehara Tsuko, still furious, asked after her daughter finished speaking. "She treated me like this, she didn't treat

us . She betrayed her mother, sister, and niece. How could I dare

to have anything to do with a woman like that?"

"Mrs. Yonehara, have you ever heard of an old Chinese saying?"

"What saying?" "

'The crime is unforgivable, but the circumstances are excusable.'"

"Sir, what does that mean?"

Yonehara Tsuko's knowledge of classical Chinese was insufficient. In Japanese society, only the highest-ranking people meticulously

studied classical Chinese literature; most others only had a superficial understanding.

"Although her mistake was unforgivable, she had compelling reasons for doing so,

so from a moral standpoint, she should be forgiven," I said gently. "If people only

remember hatred, they easily fall into emotional traps. Only by opening our hearts, showing more understanding and tolerance,

and facing things with a positive attitude can we live a happy life."

I paused, then added calmly, "You should think of it this way: even in such a dangerous environment, the three of you

managed to escape unscathed, proving you have great luck, and this good luck will continue to accompany you

."

"Thank you for your kind words

," Grandma chimed in. "Sir, you really are our benefactor, saving us so

many times . So, I think meeting you is our greatest fortune."

I nodded slightly in response.

However, they knew I was taciturn, and that it was already a rare

privilege for me to reason with them so calmly, so they didn't press the matter further.

After my encouragement, Yonehara Tsuko's mood gradually improved. It wasn't that she couldn't understand

the reasons , but she just felt unbalanced. Now that she had opened her heart, she felt there was no need to dwell on it; at most,

she would just avoid further contact.

Casually turning her head, she suddenly noticed her daughter also looking at Mr. Nak.

As Kaoru's mother, Yonehara Tsuko clearly saw a

glimmer … an emotion she had never seen before in her usually calm and intelligent daughter.

Had Kaoru fallen for Mr. Nak?

Discovering this gossip, Yonehara Tsuko's mood became even more delighted: "Yes, Mr. Nak is…"

What a wonderful man! If my daughter could be with him… Heh, what am I thinking?

Mr. Nak is such a good man, there must be countless women chasing after him. How could it be Xinzi's turn… Oh,

no that's not right. Xinzi is the best in every way! She deserves Mr. Nak…”

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