"Damn it!"
Dingjin Fangxiong complained as he stood up, never expecting this annoying detective to suddenly appear.
After all, this guy was just in the parking lot...
But before he could figure it out, he suddenly felt a chill on his face.
He glanced down, and his face instantly stiffened.
Oh no, his sunglasses and scarf had fallen off!
"My face was seen..."
Dingjin Fangxiong's face immediately turned pale, and he tightly gripped the baseball bat that hadn't left his hand even after being struck down.
Turning around, he glared fiercely at Fujino and Sonoko Suzuki.
They couldn't be left alive!
Dingjin Fangxiong's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The reason he fled earlier was that his face hadn't been seen, posing no threat to him.
But now that his face had been seen, even if it wasn't clear in the dim light, he still had to silence these two forever.
With this thought, the veins on Dingjin Fangxiong's hand bulged, and he looked up at the two.
Dingjin Fangxiong didn't think he couldn't beat Fujino.
Even that heavy blow just now clearly revealed its power.
But perhaps... that was just a misconception caused by nervousness?
A boy and a girl?
This was a clear advantage!
Even with a weapon, it was just a wooden one.
A wooden sword against an iron baseball bat?
Still a clear advantage!
Dingjin Fangxiong comforted himself in his mind, secretly cheering himself up.
Then, with a gloomy face, he sneered, "I'm really sorry, I originally just wanted to teach this little devil a lesson... I didn't expect you to suddenly pop out halfway."
"Since you've seen my face, neither of you will leave alive!"
Dingjin Fangxiong shouted, grabbing the baseball bat tightly in his hand and swinging it at the two in front of him.
"Fuji... Fujino-senpai..."
Sonoko retreated two steps, then plopped down on the ground, too scared to speak clearly.
"You want to kill us?"
Fujino narrowed his eyes, tracking the trajectory of the falling baseball bat.
He hadn't hit too hard just now.
Perhaps he was giving him a chance...
A chance to avoid a beating.
After all, he felt a little sorry for this Dingjin Fangxiong.
But since this guy didn't appreciate the pity, he couldn't be blamed for hitting harder.
"Clang—!"
A crisp sound echoed again in the mall. After a brief moment, another crisp metallic clang spread out.
"Hiss..."
Dingjin Fangxiong was shaken by the immense force of the wooden sword, letting go of the baseball bat. He clutched his wrist and retreated two steps, looking at Fujino with surprise.
But before he could recover, Fujino turned into a black shadow, suddenly disappearing into the dim mall.
"Thud!"
An ethereal sound suddenly echoed.
Dingjin Fangxiong froze at the sound, then suddenly felt a chill on his scalp.
And then, he felt an overwhelming pain shoot from the top of his head straight to his brainstem.
It felt as if his skull was about to be ripped open.
"Ugh..."
Dingjin Fangxiong clutched his head, gritting his teeth and kneeling on the ground, the baseball bat falling to the side.
Fujino held the wooden sword, looking down at Dingjin Fangxiong: "You must be the father of the little boy who was hit and killed a year ago, right?"
"You..."
The pain didn't last long. Dingjin Fangxiong looked up at Fujino, bewildered and somewhat confused.
"Your targets were all 109 gyarus. Those 109 gyarus usually wear platform shoes, and the one who was attacked also wore platform shoes, so your target group is those who wear platform shoes."
Fujino glanced at Sonoko's platform shoes behind him, then looked back at Dingjin Fangxiong: "Out of the four assault cases, only Aizawa Tae was killed, so the culprit had a grudge against Aizawa Tae. You never killed anyone before, but you killed Aizawa Tae, and coincidentally, she hit and killed a little boy a year ago. So most likely, you are a relative of that little boy, and only a father would have a reasonable motive to do these things."
"Hmph, you're right..."
Dingjin Fangxiong snorted, glaring fiercely at Sonoko: "I just want these evil women, disguised as pure, to receive the punishment they deserve!"
Fujino frowned slightly: "The punishment they deserve?"
"Xiao Ming was hit and killed because that hateful woman was driving with platform shoes on!"
Dingjin Fangxiong's face gradually turned sinister: "They said she was a minor, they said she wasn't primarily at fault. Does hitting and killing someone mean no responsibility at all?! These evil women who drive with platform shoes on are all guilty!"
"I will use this iron rod to execute justice and punish these evil women!"
Saying this, Dingjin Fangxiong reached for the bat beside him, intending to counterattack again.
Fujino was silent for a moment, clearly puzzled by his actions.
What evil women... what justice.
This uncle isn't some chuunibyou from an anime, is he?
He's completely beyond saving...
Fujino took a deep breath, his face slightly grim.
Since the other party wasn't playing fair, he wouldn't hold back either.
Before he could even touch the iron rod, Fujino kicked him.
The force of this kick sent Dingjin Fangxiong sprawling.
He lay on the ground, clutching his chest and struggling in pain; several of his ribs must have been broken.
"What crime did she commit?"
Fujino walked closer, his voice cold: "Was she also a target of your rod of justice just because she was wearing platform shoes to put shopping bags in her car?"
"Putting shopping bags..."
Dingjin Fangxiong was clearly stunned.
"What kind of justice executor, don't make it sound so noble."
Fujino said calmly: "If you had only killed Aizawa Tae and the judge who handled the case, perhaps I would have felt some pity for you..."
"But to use a so-called rod of justice to strike innocent people, and even try to kill us after your identity was discovered..."
"You are merely using the name of revenge to attack innocent people and vent your dissatisfaction with society."
"No... it's not like that..."
A trace of confusion flashed in Dingjin Fangxiong's eyes, and he kept muttering, clutching his head.
Fujino paid no attention to his seemingly abnormal mental state.
He raised his wooden sword and delivered a full-force inch-strike to his skull, knocking him to the ground.
Putting away the wooden sword, Fujino looked at Dingjin Fangxiong and sighed softly.
Revenge, he could understand.
But to be blinded by hatred, to strike at innocent people, and even to kill them for his own benefit after his identity was discovered.
This was simply venting his own dissatisfaction...
He knew the feeling well.
Fujino turned around and glanced at the dimly lit surroundings.
His gaze fixed on the "rod of justice" that Dingjin Fangxiong had used.
The rod of justice was an iron baseball bat, silvery white, faintly glinting in the dim light.
There were many dried bloodstains on it, and even many dents and pits.
Clearly, these were left from when its owner committed his previous acts.
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