After the elevator door opened, Matsuda Jinpei temporarily swallowed his doubts. Just as he was about to step out of the elevator, he saw a baseball bat swinging towards him. The sudden attack made him stagger and fall backwards.

"careful!"

After the elevator door opened, the moment Fujiwara Yu opened his eyes, he noticed the man with a shaved head standing outside the elevator. He raised the baseball bat high and hit it in the direction of Matsuda Jinpei. If Matsuda had not reacted quickly enough, he would have been in so much pain that he could not stand up.

He supported Matsuda, who was falling backwards, with one hand, and after making sure that he was standing firmly, he stepped out of the elevator, supported his right hand on the edge of the elevator door, and kicked the man who continued to swing the baseball bat.

The baseball bat was kicked away by the side kick and hit a poor yellow-haired guy who wanted to come to help. The blood from his nose flowed out like a broken faucet... If someone was afraid of blood, he would be scared to death on the spot.

Matsuda Jinpei stabilized his body and immediately took a boxing stance. He quickly and accurately counterattacked with two punches, knocking the shaved man who was half a head taller than him to the ground and even knocking out two of his front teeth.

He shook his red right hand, raised his lips and looked at the twenty or so young men who were walking towards him with ill intentions, his tone revealing a hint of nostalgia:

"Hey, don't you think this scene looks familiar?"

"Yeah, the feeling from six years ago is back again... How about a bet?"

"Ten servings of Matsuya's curry rice, I bet I can beat up more people."

"Why did it become curry rice? Shouldn't it be fried noodles and bread?"

Matsuda Jinpei glared with half-moon eyes, his face full of matter-of-factness:

"Come on, we're all so old now, the stakes have to be raised a bit with age!"

“…As expected of you.”