Several special vehicles drove through the night.
Ryouzan Etsuya, in the front passenger seat, looked tense.
"They! Where are they now?"
"Report! They have broken through the third group's defense line and are pursuing us."
Upon hearing this, Ryouzan Etsuya broke out in a sweat, and the other Ten Elite members also exchanged bewildered glances.
This... this isn't right, is it? Aren't we staging a school rebellion? What the hell is going on here?
Among the crowd, only Nakiri Erina and Shinhisa Hisako, who were being evacuated, seemed somewhat dazed.
Is this... is this the true purpose of Grandfather inviting those two people?
Erina listened to those words with some disbelief.
Those... those two have such strength?
"Hey, can't we call the police?"
Kobayashi Rindo, with red hair, occasionally wearing glasses, and a pair of golden, dragon-slit eyes, sounding very much like the illegitimate daughter of Kobayashi and Tohru from a neighboring anime, asked.
"No! This is Mr. Azami's order."
Ryouzan Etsuya frowned and irritably rubbed his head.
In just ten minutes, over a hundred people suddenly disappeared. Totsuki Academy's private security equipment is not weaker than the police.
This can only call the US military stationed in Japan; calling the police is useless!
Moreover, although they had managed to win over a small number of local businessmen, if the police really came, things would escalate. He still remembered that they were acting so urgently because the matter of the divine messenger had been exposed.
If it was just about silencing a few students, it would be fine, but if things got out of hand, they wouldn't be able to control it, especially since the divine messenger was still in that lake. One pump would expose everything.
Ryouzan Etsuya, who was still unaware of the security guards' cunning, received information that completely painted the picture: after he and his group seized power, the former principal inexplicably found two people who had defeated over a hundred of their men and were now hot on their heels.
It's like playing a real Yu-Gi-Oh card game, and you see the opponent sit down and immediately put on a motorcycle helmet, or suddenly see a bearded man in a headscarf shouting loudly in a public facility in America. Even an idiot would know that the other party isn't there to play an entertainment deck or make friends.
Ryouzan Etsuya didn't know what the other party wanted with them, but he didn't want to know either. All he thought was, 'Damn it, don't come any closer!'
He wondered what would happen if he and his group were caught by those two guys.
So Ryouzan Etsuya immediately made a call.
"Hey! Get all the envoys in the school out and block those two people on North Road 1!"
After ending the call, he immediately got into the car.
The other Ten Elite members who had not participated in the rebellion hesitated and chose not to get in the car, but instead settled in the Tosei Dorm.
Ryouzan Etsuya couldn't do anything about them not coming, so he quickly called his other self-aligned seats and slipped away.
He gritted his teeth, no matter what kind of people the opponents were, as long as all the envoys were brought out, it would definitely be resolved.
Today's events were indeed his side's mistake, not handling the cleanup properly, which led to Senzaemon's early vigilance, and even exposed the Cult and the divine messenger.
Fortunately, Mr. Azami did not hold him responsible, which was good. Although Mr. Azami was previously kicked out of Totsuki Academy, he at least had the surname Nakiri, which made it easier to explain to all parties. At least it still fell within the scope of their Nakiri family's internal strife, and would not cause excessive commotion in the entire Japanese culinary world.
However, those old-fashioned folks probably wouldn't have thought that Mr. Azami would not allow them to continue holding sway over the culinary world.
As long as they could get through tonight.
Once Mr. Azami arrived at Totsuki Academy, it would be his time to realize his grand ambitions. By then, he wouldn't have to worry about the Chef's Association, the Pre-cooked Meal Association, or the Japan Business Federation—those organizations that wouldn't let him interfere in the industry unless he paid. He could monopolize the domestic fast-food and family restaurant market, driving out everything like Yoshinoya and Goust Family Restaurants.
As Ryouzan Etsuya was envisioning snippets of the future, those who received his orders began to act.
Gassho Dorm was not their only gathering place; it was only a small part of Ryouzan's influence.
Even someone like Kuga Terunori, who completely disregarded power, had a Chinese Cooking Research Club under him that gathered a bunch of strong men who practiced stir-frying and flipping woks every day, let alone someone like him who was diligently trying to develop himself.
On North Road 1, on the left side of the Totsuki Academy mountain, the headlights of Keli and Kazuma's mobility scooter illuminated the road.
The two had followed the security personnel's directions all the way to this place, which was already on the mountainside. Even on this clear night, one could see the still-busy Tokyo Bay from the mountain, as well as Chiba Port, where distant sea-level lights and shadows formed a line.
The dark, cloudless Sky showed no stars, yet there was a full moon, making one wonder if the Sky was a dark cover, and that moon was the only opening to a world full of light.
The shadows of the lights and the real objects were divided by a line, like an invisible boundary.
A rustling sound came from the grass. Keli and Kazuma, who initially thought it was another security guard coming to put on a show for them, slowed down. However, this time it was not security. Along with the rustling of the distant grass came a rich aroma.
The scent was constantly closing the distance, like several cheetahs sprinting through the grass.
The scooter stopped, and a handgun was drawn. The dark grass continued to rustle. Keli tried to turn the scooter's front to shine the headlights over.
"Swish!"
From the unlit area, an extremely fast dark shadow darted out of the grass.
Keli instinctively ducked, but Keli had misjudged the target of the attack.
"Bang!"
A huge mechanical sound broke the silence of the night.
The flat mobility scooter under Keli's feet was pierced from the side, and the immense force of the thrown object made Keli feel that even the huge friction of the tires couldn't hold, causing the vehicle to tilt slightly.
The sudden attack caught the unprepared Keli off guard, but Keli still reacted immediately.
"Engage the enemy!"
Keli reached back to open his guitar case, not caring that the fire axe fell out, gripped the handgun placed beside him, and was about to raise it to shoot.
"Bang! Bang!"
Kazuma had already fired in the direction of the attack, but due to the streetlights, Kazuma, standing in the middle of the road, was looking into the woods against the light and couldn't see anything.
After two shots, he heard nothing but the sound of bullets hitting trees.
The next moment, Keli felt a tremendous force from the vehicle under his feet. At this point, Keli noticed that what was attacking him was a spear-like object. The tip of the spear seemed to have some barbed structure that was firmly hooked to the side of the vehicle. A rope attached to the rear of the spear began to retract, dragging it towards the woods, as if a Deep One was pulling someone into the abyss.
The strength to drag a vehicle with an adult on it was not like something a human could possess; instead, it resembled some kind of machine.
Keli didn't hesitate, immediately abandoned the mobility scooter, rolled off from the upper side, and at the same time, took out his chainsaw, staring at the darkness.
At the same time, a large fish eye in the darkness was also watching him.
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