My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"According to you, things should get better with time, and you might even pretend it never happened. But while the ending is important, isn't the present just as important? If that kitten really met with some misfortune, wouldn't your heart waver even a little?"

"To protect friends, loved ones, and justice, to risk everything—that's what humanity is all about. If you want to learn from humanity, shouldn't you change this mindset?"

After finishing his sentence, Shirakawa Natsu secretly gave himself a thumbs up. It's just talk-no-jutsu, he can do that too.

If Kimura Momo continues to maintain this bystander attitude towards everything, then his attempt to win her over will be virtually impossible.

We need to start by changing her mindset.

"Would a human risk their life for a friend?" Kimura Momo's expression did not change as Shirakawa Natsu had expected; instead, a smile appeared on her lips.

Shirakawa Natsu felt uneasy under that ambiguous smile. As her eyes gradually curved into crescents, revealing that cunning fox-like smile, she panicked. But she absolutely couldn't back down now, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Of course!"

“Then let me see,” Kimura Momo said with a smile, “to prove that human courage is not just empty words.”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked back to the car.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's mouth twitched. He felt that following her would not be good, but he wanted to win over Kimura Momo, so he couldn't back down. He gritted his teeth and followed her into the car.

The car sped through the city. Shirakawa Natsu wanted to ask about the destination, but ultimately held back.

The car stopped in front of an ordinary two-story building.

Through the car window, Shirakawa Natsu could clearly see the sign "Yamagami Company" pasted on the second-floor glass.

Two middle-aged men, dressed casually, wearing sunglasses, and smoking, stood at the door.

They had a knife scar on their face, and tattoos protruded from their wrists where they held cigarettes.

Tattoos have a strong symbolic meaning in East Asia, representing a gangster identity. There are strict regulations regarding how many tattoos one can get and what kind of tattoos one can get.

The identities of these two people are now pretty obvious.

"Zao Nu, what do you mean by bringing me here?" Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't particularly cowardly towards the underworld.

Whether it's Inagawa Hanahi or Yuzuriha Yu, both women are leaders, so he certainly has no reason to be afraid of his underlings.

Kimura Shionome smiled and said, "They kidnapped your friend. Just like you said, you should risk your life to save your friend."

"You kidnapped my friend?" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. The first person he thought of was Miyuki, then Arishima Ryoko, and then Kang Eunhye. These were the only people he could call friends in the East.

He didn't act rashly, but calmly asked, "Who is it?"

He wouldn't rush forward recklessly; at this point, he would naturally choose to call the police or ask someone for help.

"Come with me." Kimura Momo didn't answer, but pushed the door open directly.

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and immediately followed. The fox spirit was a demon, and with her protecting her, there was no reason for her to be afraid of humans.

He urged Kimura Momo to walk straight toward the two thugs.

The two men looked over, and one of them casually tossed away his cigarette butt and put his hand inside his chest.

Shirakawa Natsu was startled by this action, which proved that the two men were carrying guns.

Gun control is very strict in the East. Gangsters who carry guns are definitely not ordinary thugs. These people have several lives on their hands and are ruthless killers.

"Hey kid!" The thug's gaze went straight to Shirakawa Natsu, as if he couldn't see Kimura Momo standing to the side.

Chapter 211 Raise Your Hands

The middle-aged man was wearing a white floral suit, revealing tattoos from the collar, and had a fierce expression.

With his hand on his waist, he looked at Shirakawa Natsu's handsome appearance and refrained from immediately drawing his gun.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here?"

"I..." Shirakawa Natsu was a little scared. When he encountered such a fierce-looking gangster who also had a gun, his body began to tremble instinctively.

He glanced at Kimura Momo beside him; she stood there smiling, with an expression of indifference.

Shirakawa Natsu forced herself to calm down.

Her mind raced. Kimura Momo wouldn't lie; who had they captured?

Judging from their appearance, they were all people with blood on their hands; forcing their way in would only lead to their death.

Kimura Momo didn't intend to help. She would first find an excuse to leave, then find out who they had captured before figuring out a rescue plan.

Having made up her mind, Shirakawa Natsu gradually calmed down after her initial panic. Her face changed to that of an ordinary person who had been threatened, and she looked at the thug: "I...I'm sorry, I received an interview notice, but I think I went to the wrong place."

"An interview?" The thug narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Shirakawa Natsumi. His hand remained on his pistol, but the wariness on his face lessened considerably. "Who notified you to come? What job are you interviewing for?"

"Finance... I'm the finance person who interviewed." Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was just right, showing fear and caution.

In the East, most organizations have legitimate companies, so it's naturally difficult for them to recruit ordinary people.

Shirakawa Natsu casually made up an excuse, saying that he was a gangster and couldn't possibly know all the internal affairs of the organization.

The middle-aged thug looked puzzled and cast a questioning glance at the person behind him.

Shirakawa Natsu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Just as he had planned, he found an excuse to gather information.

Even if they're exposed later, they can just say they went to the wrong place and brush it off.

After all, he had no grudges against these gangsters.

Suddenly, liquid splashed onto Shirakawa Natsu's clothes, and he didn't even see what happened.

With a flash of light, the middle-aged thug also raised his hand in confusion. Seeing the splattered blood, he came to his senses, suddenly covered his neck with his hand, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu in disbelief.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but could only utter a silent "whimper" from his throat.

Blood flowed from between his fingers, and he knelt down on the ground.

Shirakawa Natsu then realized that the splatter on her clothes was blood, and that the middle-aged man's neck had been slashed open in an instant.

His heart clenched for a moment, and his mind went completely blank.

Kimura Momo had a gentle smile on her face, playing with a butterfly knife in her hand, which wasn't even stained with blood.

"Baka!" Another thug pulled a pistol from his chest.

Staring at the dark muzzle of the gun, Shirakawa Natsumi's muscles tensed to the extreme. Dodging the bullets was impossible, but he knew he had to dive down. Whether he would be hit or not was up to fate.

The expected gunshot did not occur. Instead, a butterfly knife, faster than a bullet, pierced the thug's forehead. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he died without ever understanding how this seemingly cowardly and shy young man had managed to kill them both in an instant.

If you have the ability, why pretend to be weak?

Of course, he would never get the answers to these questions, and his body fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

"Hah...hah..." Shirakawa Natsu lay on the ground, panting heavily.

There are gangster agencies on this street, and few people pass by.

The whole thing ended in an instant; two lives were lost, and a bloody smell gradually filled the air.

And so it happened silently, without attracting anyone's attention.

Kimura Momo's face still held a gentle smile as she strolled leisurely to the last fallen thug, picked up the pistol from his hand, and then pulled out a small butterfly knife.

Shirakawa Natsu raised her head in disbelief, looking at Momoko Kiki: "Why...why?"

“I think Mr. Natsu is right.” Momoko reached out to help Shirakawa Natsu up, looking into his eyes: “Humans know they will die, but they try their best to live. The present moment is also very important. And these people sold illegal drugs to my students, so I killed them.”

"You!" Shirakawa Natsu suppressed the urge to curse and glared at Kimura Momo.

“Mr. Xia taught me this.” Kimura Momo’s eyes curved into crescent moons.

Shirakawa Natsu almost ground his teeth to powder; it was that cunning smile typical of foxes all over again.

He just wanted to fall in love. He was just an ordinary person, and even with the cheat code of the Yellow Hair App, he had absolutely no fighting ability.

They didn't want to get involved in this gang war, especially since they were armed and involved in illegal drugs; they were no ordinary gang.

It's like throwing the male lead from a romance drama into a gangster drama.

"Who is it? Who did they kidnap?" Shirakawa Natsu was cowardly and scared, but he still remembered his friend who had been captured by these gangsters. At this point, there was only one choice: to rescue her as soon as possible.

Kimura Momo's smile deepened, and she placed a hand on Shirakawa Natsu's chest: "You were clearly scared, so why didn't you run away?"

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. Of course he wanted to escape, because Kimura Momo was there. Even though he was scared to death, reason told him that he should save people first while he had this powerful figure by his side.

"How many...how many people do they still have?" Shirakawa Natsumi suppressed his fear and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Four." Kimura Momo smiled, raised her hand, and pulled the trigger with her delicate fingers: "Bang, bang," two shots rang out.

A second-floor window shattered, and a gasp came from inside: "Now there are only two left."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi gasped for breath, gritted her teeth, and turned to walk upstairs.

With Kimura Momo here, he won't be in any danger today.

He went up the stairs to the second floor, only to find the huge office completely empty except for two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't see the two people left in Kimura Momo's mouth.

Kimura Momo smiled and pointed to the innermost room.

Shirakawa Natsu took a deep breath, smelling the blood in the air, and carefully walked towards the innermost room.

He reached out and pushed open the door, and sure enough, there was a man lying on the floor of the room.

He was about thirty years old, with his eyes closed, his abdomen injured, blood seeping through his clothes and onto the wooden floor.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, if Shirakawa Natsu doesn't come, he won't last much longer.

After carefully examining it, Shirakawa Natsu looked completely bewildered. She turned to Kimura Momo, her eyes saying, "Who the hell is this?"

Kimura Momo, however, remained calm, tilting her head and blinking, "Oh dear, don't you recognize me? Sorry, I made a mistake~"

"You!!!" Shirakawa Natsu felt a surge of anger and blood rush to her head. She glanced at the pistol in Kimura Momo's hand, forced herself to calm down, and began to think about her current situation.

Momoko's lips curled into a smile: "So, Mr. Shirakawa, what is your choice?"

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback and looked at her in confusion.

"Which is more important, a kitten's life or a human's?" Momoko chuckled. "If a kitten is willing to stand up for itself when threatened, would Mr. Shirakawa, a fellow human, step in to save it if it were to die before his eyes?"

After Kimura Momo finished speaking, she placed the pistol and butterfly knife in Shirakawa Natsu's hands.

Shirakawa Natsu's face darkened. He finally understood what Kimura Momo wanted to do by bringing him here.

I almost spat out blood. Seduce other girls; at most, it's just a matter of having a weirder sex drive.

Trying to seduce a seductive fox is like dancing on a knife's edge—it's far too thrilling.

He glanced at the man on the ground; he couldn't possibly let him die right before his eyes.

I walked up to him, squatted down, and gently shook his body.

The man barely managed to open his eyes.

"I'm here to save you," Shirakawa Natsu quickly revealed her identity.

A flush of excitement clearly crossed the man's pale face: "Was it... Sister Bihua who sent you?"

Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He had no idea who Hikaru-nee was, and now was clearly not the time to worry about that. He quickly said, "You're injured. Where should I take you now?"

"Help...help me get away, quickly!" the man managed to say.

Shirakawa Natsumi's face darkened. Seeing that he was seriously injured, she was afraid that moving him carelessly would kill him.

But the current situation is that he doesn't dare to call the police or an ambulance, and he simply can't explain the dead bodies outside.

He quickly took out his phone, turned on the video recording function, and said to himself and the other man, "Are you sure you're okay? Then I'll help you up."

He was really afraid of being touched; if things went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

"Quickly..." the man managed to say.

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsumi helped him up while holding up her phone.

The man struggled to speak, desperately clutching his abdominal wound with one hand, blood flowing uncontrollably from between his fingers.

The two stumbled down from the second floor to the first floor.

Shirakawa Natsumi was physically weak, and even dragging him was difficult for her. She was thinking about how to get out of this situation later.

He took him to a safe place and then left. There was very little surveillance in the East. He had already noticed this when he came up. The gang was afraid of leaving evidence for themselves, so there were no surveillance cameras installed in the entire company.

In other words, nobody knows what exactly happened here.

Shirakawa Natsu has no connection with these gang members and no motive. Even if the police want to find him, it won't be easy, and he's confident he can get away with it.

"As long as no one sees us later, it'll be fine!" Shirakawa Natsu took a deep breath and pushed open the first-floor door.