Chapter 101: The Death of the Poison Island Boy

“President! Seize the moment! What is there to hesitate about now? Give it your all! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you! Who knows when the next one will come? It’s rare that we have a chance to defeat him—make sure he suffers without relief!” Ichiro Takagi’s head drooped with a dark line as he listened to his subordinate who had just returned from Yoru Hoshi. He almost wanted to slap him senseless.

If it weren’t for others assuring him that this was just how the man sometimes behaved, Takagi Ichiro would have thought this fool had been brainwashed by Yoru Hoshi and was here to mock him. How humiliating. Forcing a serious expression, he shouted at the subordinate, “Quiet! Tell me everything slowly and clearly!”

The subordinate, expecting praise after the shout, suddenly puckered his lips in grievance and remained silent for a long while. His mouth opened several times, and just as Ichiro thought he was about to speak, he shut it again without saying a word.

Thinking the subordinate was upset at being yelled at, Ichiro’s forehead veins bulged in frustration. “I just said a few words and now you’re sulking? You want to die, huh?” Rising abruptly from his seat, he strode over and slapped the man hard.

“Still have a temper? Speak up!” Ichiro growled darkly. The subordinate, extremely aggrieved, covered his face with tears glistening in his eyes, making Ichiro almost nauseous. Weakly, he said, “Actually, I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this quietly…”

Ichiro was infuriated by his subordinate’s antics but, after a chaotic exchange, finally understood what he was trying to convey. Yoru Hoshi was far too unpredictable a person; unless eliminated, there could be no peace of mind. Learning that Yoru Hoshi was currently unable to fight back and needed protection from Yajiko Bushima, Ichiro made a decisive order: gather all his men, arm them, and march to confront Yoru Hoshi.

“Father! How can you do this? Yoru Hoshi saved every one of us! What you’re doing is betrayal!” Just as the order was given, the door burst open. Sayaka Takagi had sneaked in after eavesdropping outside, shocked beyond belief to discover her father’s plans.

She rushed in, determined to stop him. Those who had prepared to silence witnesses fell silent upon seeing Sayaka. They dared to kill others, but Sayaka was Ichiro Takagi’s daughter—they dared not interfere.

Facing his daughter, Ichiro’s face darkened. He had hoped to keep this matter from Sayaka and her friends, but now that she knew, there was no turning back. He said to two subordinates, “Escort the young lady and her friends abroad. The plane should still be intact, right?”

“Yes! Miss, please don’t make this difficult for us!” One left the office, while the other grabbed Sayaka firmly, ignoring her struggles as they left.

“Forget the rest. Everything proceeds as planned. Tonight, Yoru Hoshi must be eliminated!” Ichiro said to the stunned men. He had no qualms about sending Sayaka away; the zombies were nearly eradicated.

“The wind is quite noisy today,” Ichiro muttered, gazing up at the sky. The others, unfazed, just tolerated their superior’s bravado.

Leading nearly a hundred elite subordinates, each armed with the best semi-automatic rifles and rocket launchers, Ichiro was determined to leave no room for failure in tonight’s mission to eliminate Yoru Hoshi. Around the magic circle, Yajiko Bushima grew increasingly uneasy, regretting not having detained that person earlier.

The unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps approached. Yajiko sighed. Judging by the noise, at least a hundred armed soldiers were coming. Even with her newly learned sword aura, she could not hope to face so many gunmen alone.

Soon, nearly a hundred soldiers had surrounded Yoru Hoshi, Rikka Kanade, and Yajiko Bushima. The crowd parted as Ichiro Takagi stepped forward.

“Bushima, you have one last chance. Considering you are the daughter of the Bushima family, I am willing to overlook this,” he said, as if she were the one at fault.

Bushima said nothing. Her wooden sword glowed faintly yellow as she instantly closed the gap to Ichiro. Without mercy, she swung down with the sword, aiming to kill him outright.

Yet before she could reach him, someone blocked her path. Guns on both sides pointed at Bushima. Her sword, cutting through the two men with ease, continued its thrust toward Ichiro.

Bullets erupted from the guns, flying toward Bushima’s body. She seemed to track the bullets’ trajectories, dodging and deflecting several, but one struck her shoulder.

“Bushima’s condition looks grim, but we can’t help. Yoru Hoshi and Yoru Shin are at a critical moment, and Kanade Rikka is too distracted. Has Shiina not awakened yet?” Wakatsuki anxiously looked at Bushima’s state. She did not want anything to happen to her.

“Not yet. She can’t wake for now. She can only rely on herself, and from how Bushima looks, she won’t give up,” Wakatsuki nodded appreciatively.

Under the barrage of nearly a hundred soldiers, Bushima ultimately faltered. Balancing evasion and protecting Yoru Hoshi was overwhelming. Remembering her earlier solemn promise, Bushima gave a bitter smile and ceased resisting. She gently laid down her wooden sword and tenderly stroked Yoru Hoshi’s face.

“Sorry, Yoru Hoshi. In the end, I failed. But I promise you, before I die, you will be safe!” With a resolute decision, she embraced Yoru Hoshi. In the next moment, a hailstorm of bullets rained down upon Bushima’s back.

Her alabaster skin was shredded and bleeding, yet not a single bullet pierced through to Yoru Hoshi. At this moment, both Yoru Hoshi and Yoru Shin, who were channeling their spiritual energy into a shield, noticed Bushima’s condition. Their anger flared, and they concentrated all their soul power on the barrier.

A crisp crack sounded in their minds. A visible fissure appeared on the thin shield. Through the crack, Yoru Hoshi and Yoru Shin’s souls merged instantly.

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