Morimoto Leona's gaze swept across the field with a Queen-like disdain.
In this man-made wave of humility, Kanjuro not only didn't kneel but instead leaned against a distant corner in an almost leisurely posture, a cigarette between his fingers. Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze was indifferent, as if the murderous and solemn scene before him was just a boring pantomime.
This blatant disregard was like a sharp needle, stabbing deeply into Morimoto Leona's arrogant heart.
Her exquisite face was instantly covered in a layer of frost.
Morimoto Reina pushed through the crowd, panting as she hurried over.
Morimoto Reina's gaze quickly swept the field, instantly understanding the gravity of the situation. When she saw the proudly standing Kanjuro, a flash of hard-to-conceal worry crossed her eyes.
Morimoto Reina tried to use her body to block her sister's view of Kanjuro. "Leona, why are you back? You didn't even tell me."
Morimoto Leona only gave her sister a slight glance, filled with unmasked contempt, as if looking at an inconsequential object.
"I need to report to you when I return? What are you?"
Morimoto Reina's smile became even more forced. She peeked at Kanjuro out of the corner of her eye.
"Hmph, before that, there's a damn cockroach that needs to be dealt with first," Morimoto Leona's arrogant voice rang out again.
With a wave of her arm, her armed subordinates on standby immediately raised their muzzles.
"Don't!" Morimoto Reina cried out in alarm, no longer caring about anything else, wanting only to plead for a chance of survival for Kanjuro.
Her unusual urgency instead piqued Morimoto Leona's interest.
Morimoto Leona gave a playful smile, as if she had discovered some interesting secret, and turned her gaze back to Kanjuro. "So he's someone you value, sister."
Kanjuro also happened to turn his head, and their gazes met in the air.
Morimoto Leona instinctively swallowed her saliva.
She had never seen such a handsome man. His features seemed meticulously carved by the Creator. More startling was the indescribable aura radiating from him—leisurely yet dangerous, indifferent yet hiding depth, like a fatal vortex drawing people to sink in involuntarily.
A strong, twisted desire for possession instantly surged in her heart—she longed to turn this unique man into her exclusive toy to play with at will.
She tilted her head slightly and lowered her voice, speaking with a hint of ambiguity: "Have you played with this man, sister?"
A blush rose on Morimoto Reina's cheeks. "Kanjuro... he is the person I love most."
"Hmph, hahahaha—" Morimoto Leona let out an exaggerated cold laugh as if she had heard the world's biggest joke.
"He's just a stinking man, what's the big deal? What's so fun about men?"
Her tone was filled with deep-seated loathing for males. In her twisted perception, males were a low-level, filthy species only fit to be trampled upon.
What she was truly passionate about was admiring the beauty of women struggling under her power.
"My dear sister, now I'll let you see how the man you love... is brutally bullied by me." Before her voice finished, she had already raised her exquisite handgun, the dark muzzle aimed at Kanjuro, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"No! Kanjuro, run!" Morimoto Reina was terrified and threw herself forward, hugging her sister's body tightly in an attempt to stop her.
However, the bullet had already left the barrel, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, heading straight for the center of Kanjuro's brow.
In that split second, Kanjuro remained unhurried and simply snapped his fingers.
"Snap."
A crisp snap of the fingers seemed to trigger an invisible switch.
The power of the "gospel of luke" from the dark bible quietly activated, and an invisible ripple rapidly spread out from him as the center.
In an instant, everything around him froze—the flying dust was fixed in the air, the students' terrified expressions were frozen on their faces, Morimoto Reina's lunging movement stopped halfway, and even the bullet flying toward him was like an insect trapped in amber, eerily suspended less than an inch from Kanjuro's forehead, its spinning tip clearly visible.
Time was forcibly stopped within this area.
Expressionless, Kanjuro strolled through the frozen crowd as if walking through a lifelike sculpture gallery.
He walked straight to Morimoto Leona, who was still in her shooting posture due to the time stop, and easily slung her over his shoulder as if picking up an object belonging to him.
Carrying Morimoto Leona's body, Kanjuro walked through the crowd.
He arrived at the principal's office on the second floor of the teaching building.
As the sound of the door closing fell, the flow of time around Morimoto Leona returned to normal, while the world outside the office remained in absolute stillness.
Morimoto Leona only felt a sense of dizziness, and in the next moment, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.
She looked around in confusion, then felt a strong, aggressive masculine aura wash over her, which made her instinctively feel a wave of nausea and discomfort.
She snapped her head up and met Kanjuro's close figure. His deep eyes were looking down at her from above, as if looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.
What made her heart skip a beat even more was that a hard-to-detect dark light suddenly flashed in Kanjuro's eyes; the Eye of Truth had been activated.
Morimoto Leona felt a chill run up her spine, as if all her disguises, all her secrets, and even the darkest corners of her heart were being completely seen through under this gaze, with nowhere to hide.
In Kanjuro's vision, information about Morimoto Leona emerged like a data stream: [The core beneath the arrogant shell—extremely high desire for control, a hidden longing for absolute dominance deep inside, accompanied by strong androphobia and misandry. A firm believer in female supremacism, finds pleasure in trampling on male self-esteem. Also lacks tolerance for her own gender, prone to jealousy...]
Browsing through this information, the corners of Kanjuro's mouth curled into an understanding, somewhat cruelly amused arc.
He let out a laugh; he was all too good at dealing with this kind of woman who was tough on the outside but twisted on the inside.
To destroy her, one must start from the places she is most proud of and most sensitive and fragile, without showing any mercy.
"What did you do to me?" Morimoto Leona recovered from her initial shock. A strong sense of humiliation and anger made her begin to struggle violently, trying to break free from this suffocating restraint.
Responding to her was Kanjuro's merciless action.
He stood over her, raised one foot, and crudely stepped on her well-maintained, fair, and exquisite cheek.
The filth from the sole of his shoe instantly defiled her skin. For Morimoto Leona, who had extreme mental and physical cleanliness obsessions, this was an insult more unbearable than death.
"Bastard! You idiot! Let me go right now!" she shrieked, her voice distorted as her cheek was pressed down.
"I'm telling you to kneel before me right now!" Kanjuro's voice was ice-cold, devoid of any emotion. Before his words even faded, his other foot swiftly kicked the back of her fragile knees.
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