Chapter 312 Attack (2 / 2)



"Huh? I'm at the hotel. I have some things to deal with at the Japanese branch. I just finished an online meeting. What's wrong?"

"I'm glad you're okay."

Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was okay.

Afterwards, Keimitsu and Yukimura ran towards the other players' venues while explaining what had happened to Atobe Keigo who was also rushing to the stadium on the other end of the phone.

"I'll be right over."

Jingguang is actually confused because of his concern.

That hotel belongs to the Atobe family, and bodyguards such as Yamamoto Takeyoshi and Mr. Oda are guarding the hotel entrance. If Atobe Keigo is really attacked, they will not stand idly by.

Actually, Yamamoto Takeyoshi should have been protecting Kagemitsu.

But Jingguang refused, and it wasn't like he was going to some dangerous place.

He was just playing basketball on the court, and he didn't expect someone would be so bold as to attack him in public.

However, looking at the way they attacked and the targets, this should be a general attack on all players, not on their brothers or the Atobe family.

The two of them ran back and forth.

"I'm a little worried about Akaya and Jingguang. I want to go over there and take a look."

Jingguang thought about it and realized that three courts ahead of Kirihara Akaya's tennis court were Feng and Meido's courts.

They are the only two left in Hyotei who are still practicing.

"I'm going too. Just ahead is the Underworld."

The two ran there.

In the empty stadium, in front of a wall covered with circular marks, a figure with black curly hair was lying on the ground, face down, motionless, his life or death unknown.

Tennis balls scattered all around, rackets with broken strings...

It all shows what he's been through.

It's a really bad scene.

"Akaye."

Yukimura Seiichi's face changed drastically, and he hurried forward to help Akaya up.

The boy's face was bruised and swollen.

Fortunately, breathing is normal.

Yukimura Seiichi breathed a sigh of relief, but then a raging rage burned in his stomach.

Jingguang checked calmly and quickly.

After a moment, the young man let go of Akaya's wrist, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jingshi's worried expression, and said soothingly, "He is unconscious, with bruises on his body. He must have been attacked by many tennis balls at the same time. Fortunately, he was smart enough to avoid important joints and weak points of his body. The ball that hit him in the forehead caused him to faint."

"Are you going to the hospital?"

Yukimura Seiichi asked worriedly.

"Although judging from the pulse, there's no serious problem and he can just rest and apply some medicine, but to be on the safe side, we should go to the hospital for a checkup."

Jingguang nodded, took out the silver needle and stabbed it into Kirihara's neck, then waited for a few seconds before withdrawing it.

Then he pulled out a small medicine bottle from his bag and handed it to Jingshi.

"Stop the bleeding on his forehead first, and use the ointment in this green box for the bruises on his body. I just gave him an injection, and he will wake up soon. But to be on the safe side, send him to the infirmary for a detailed examination. Sorry, Jingshi, I have to go check on the others."

"Well, you have to be careful."

Yukimura Seiichi took the medicine bottle. Since Akaya has become like this, it is normal for Jingguang to worry about the members of Hyotei.

And, fortunately, Jingguang is a doctor and carries medicine with him.

"Don't worry."

Those guys don't even have murderous intent, nor do they have any hot weapons, so they are easy to deal with.

Jingguang quickened his pace and left.

Seeing Jingguang's figure disappear from his sight, Yukimura looked down at Akaya in his arms.

Then he took out his phone to call the police, the ambulance, Sanada, Yanagi, and Coach Sakaki Taro.

And other people from Rikkai University,

After doing everything,

He then sat quietly on the ground, waiting for Akaya to wake up while pondering the murderer's intentions and reasons.


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